magcon imagines

Request Brandon Calvillo imagine

My eyes slowly flutter open because of the sunbeam that is shinning on my face, something i enjoy during the weekends. As my legs are being held hostage by my duvet in a very unfriendly way, i put both my hands on my face, swiping away some of the sleepiness out of my eyes, and a smile starts appearing on my face as i can't stop myself from thinking about the small birthday party my friends organised for me last night. i can't stop myself from thinking about him.

How he put his strong arms around my waist and pulled my body closer to his. how he didn't let go of me because of how much he "loved" my hugs. The way his head was lying on my shoulder and his face was hidden in the crook of my neck, how his warm breath felt hot on my skin. the sent of his cologne in my nostrils and how much i enjoyed the moment.

I shut my eyes close and try to think about anything else, but i'm too weak. you know how it feels when you love something and you just can't reach it, altho it's so close to you?

I feel the burning sensation of salty tears behind my eyes and i quickly put my hands on my eyes, pushing hard enough for me to stop the tears from coming. These feelings terrify me because i've never felt this way before.

I can't let him know since it will probably destroy our friendship, something i don't want to risk. If he knew how i felt and doesn't feel the same about me, i'd be mortified.

As the thoughts haunt me, i feel how i lose the ability to fall asleep again. i flip my duvet off of me and climb off of my madras, that is laying on the ground under my window.

I know, i know: who sleeps on only a madras? well i do. my apartment isn't really big. it's build for one, possibly two, people.

So i put only a madras and a small closet in my room. i decorated the walls with posters and a big mirror, which i decorated with pictures of me and my friends. After last night i have more than enough new pictures to place on it. and I put thin, white, lace curtains in front of the window.

The rest of my apartment contains a small living room with a sofa, a flat screen tv plastered across the wall, a small coffee table and a big window with a balcony. if you stand there during the shimmering, the sky looks absolutely amazing and you have a beautiful view on the city.

A small kitchen with a small cooking island, a stove and oven, cabinets, fridge and a bar with stools. And of course there is a bathroom. there isn't really a lot more.

I walk over to the bathroom and i quickly look in my mirror before exiting my room. the sight in front of me makes me squeal out a sound that a sea-lion would be proud of.

My hair is hanging around my head like an aureole and my makeup is smudged all over my eyes and a bit on my left cheek.

I quickly run into the bathroom and wash off al the makeup. After that i put my hair in a high ponytail and brush my teeth. Once i'm done with everything, i walk to my closet and grab my extra-oversized hoody and put it on. I take off my shorts and walk around with bare legs.

I walk to the kitchen, ready for a hot cup of coffee and some french toast, when I see some letters and other stuff laying on the ground in front of the door. I walk over to them and pick them up. My favourite magazine and some other stupid stuff came in. i am about to throw the rest away when my eye catches a letter with my name written on it.

Luna.

The handwriting is neat and curly and I smile at the thought of someone actually taking the time to write a letter in stead of taking their phones out and sending me a message.

I walk into the kitchen and brew some coffee, not wanting to open the letter before i got my cup of coffee. when my coffee is done, I grab the mug and the letter and walk to my room.