imagines | e.d

«texting»

y/n: ask me some questions. i'm so bored

e: ok. gimme a minute

y/n: ok

the 3 dots in the bottom of the screen appear then disappear.

it happens again and i laugh at his indecisiveness.

a grey bubble enlarges showing he finally sent a message.

e: when we first became friends, did you ever imagine us fucking?

my mouth drops open as i stare at the bright screen.

what the fuck do i say?

i continue to stare at the keyboard, wondering how i can answer his question without ruining the amazing friendship we've built.

i mean i have... i still do sometimes, but he can't know that.

another bubble pops up below his question and i chew on my lip.

e: you can be honest

another bubble appears.

e: it won't change anything

and another.

e: i promise y/n

y/n: what if i want it to change? (deleted)

e: y/n?

y/n: i think about it a lot (deleted)

i inhale deeply then let out the air before beginning to type.

y/n: i mean ya of course i did

i click send.

no going back now.

e: why of course?

y/n: you're hot, have a nice body... who wouldn't honestly

e: wow glad to know that's the only reason you started talking to me

y/n: oh shut the fuck up

e: make me

y/n: gladly

e: come over

y/n: ok...?

e: i'm serious.

uhhh.

e: make me shut up, y/n

i'm about to go into shock. i'm so confused.

e: make me shut up by pressing your beautiful lips on mine

what's happening.

e: or make me shut up by sitting on my face

that escalated quickly.