Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Rainy Day} C.B

The bright blue sky was soon covered in dark grey clouds. Turning the bright sunny day into a grey and dark afternoon, walking down the slick streets of L.A everyone made sure to bring out their umbrellas, the thin plastic shielded them from the tiny water droplets falling from the sky. The spirits of many dampened as they rushed home or got a cab.

Corbyn Besson was among one of the many people to bring out their umbrella, although his had a hole or two, he didn't mind getting a little wet. His spirits on the other hand, were sky rocketing. It was something about the rain and the way it fell, so carelessly and effortlessly, it gave him a sense of freedom, maybe even comfort. He liked the way it impaired their vision when they looked at someone, he felt as though in the rain you see someone for who they really are. Damp, or soaking wet hair, no makeup on, just pure and raw, tampered, just people being themselves.

As he walked down the streets, he felt mesmerized as he watched the water splash from underneath of his feet, trying to escape the heavy force that would fall on it. He watched the people as well, taking in the way the tried to escape the water droplets like it was fire. Most poured into stores, cars, or had umbrellas, but one person out of everyone caught the blonde boys eye.

A beautiful young girl, someone of his age, and among the crowd she was walking in she stood out thew most.

Why?

Because she was real. Her hair was drenched and clinging to her head, her clothes soaked and sticking to her body, looking a darker tone than meant to be, her smile was the sunshine missing from the day, her eyes filled with pure happiness, the way she walked was like a breeze was sweeping her off her feet. She had a certain rhythm to her, almost like she wanted to dance, and Corbyn would be more than happy to dance with her.

He smiled as he watched her take in a deep breath as she walked into a coffee shop. This was his chance.

Following a crowd of people, he walked across the street. His mind was filled with thoughts, mostly the ones telling him he was being crazy. All he needed was one voice telling him otherwise.

"You're crazy if you let her go" it said. Frankly he agreed, he was absolutely crazy.

As he neared the little cafe, the mystery girl walked out. Coffee in her hands as she raised the take out cup to her perfect pink lips and sipped the steaming beverage. The over hang  of the building shielded her from the cold rain as she stood there and took in the cent of the fresh water.

The blonde boy saw this as his chance to make a move. Sheepishly, he walked under the over hang and closed his umbrella.

Giving him a quick glance, her eyes caught his. She smiled as her face turned a light shade of red. The boy just chuckled. As he shook his umbrella, the girl took time to take in his features.

The way he didn't slouch but wasn't standing exactly straight either. The way his arms looked masculine and how his veins were incredibly visible. His smile was by far her favorite, his pearly white teeth almost looked perfectly placed, the way the sides of his mouth curled just the same amount, no more, no less. Of course the boy had flaws but she couldn't see them. She was infatuated with the boy.

"The rain is coming down pretty hard huh?" He asked her, seeing as though it was the perfect time to strike up a conversation.

"Yeah, it's refreshing though" she smile polity as she watched the water droplets dance in the puddles.

"Not every day we get rain here, especially not like this" Corbyn chuckled.

"I'm Y/N by the way" she informed, stretching her hand out. He gladly obliged to the gesture and took her hand in his own, grasping it firmly and giving it a little shake.

"Corbyn" he chuckled. He looked out to the city once more before turning to the coffee shop. "Wanna join me?" he asked, raising a hand as he gestured towards the cafe.

"Uh sure, I got time to spare" she opened the door and walked inside.

The smell of freshly baked goods filled their noses as they both stepped in, instantly feeling a rush of heat hit their bodies.

"I already have my coffee so I'll go find a place to sit" Y/N smiled as she left to find an empty booth.

Once Corbyn bought his drink he set out to find Y/N.

He found her siting at a window seat, looking out as the water fell down the window. He couldn't resist the urge to take a photo, to him, it was sheer perfection. Doing it quickly so he wouldn't get caught, he snapped the photo.

Just as he put his phone back into his pocket, Y/N looked up at him.

"Did you get a good one?" she asked, slightly chuckling as he hid his face in embarrassment.

"Maybe" he smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Lets see" she said, holding her hand out. Hesitating a little, Corbyn gave his phone to her. "Password?" she asked, Corbyn just raised an eyebrow, giving her the are-you-kidding-me look. "Fine" she huffed as she handed the phone back to him. He unlocked it and found his gallery. Instantly seeing the picture he took of her, he handing his phone to Y/N so she could look.

She studied the photo, he thought she would hate it, ask him to delete it, just the thought of it made him anxious. She smiled widely though, showing off that damn smile.

"You'll have to send that to me" she insisted as she exited the gallery app and went to his contacts.

Making a new one, she labeled herself as 'Miss Y/N' and used the same picture as her profile one. Typing her number in, Corbyn felt happy and proud of himself. He got a beautiful girls phone number.

"Of course" he reassured her.

"I have to go Corbyn, but text me sometime and we'll meet up again, yeah?" she asked, standing up from the booth.

Getting up after her, Corbyn followed her out.

"How about  date, tomorrow night sound good?" he asked. He felt nervous but also not, he knew they would see each other sooner or later but he preferred sooner.

"Tomorrow sounds perfect" she smiled. She turned her head to look at her route before turning back to meet the blonde haired boys perfect blue eyes.

"Dress casual, 6 o'clock sound good?"

"6 is perfect" she agreed.

Corbyn's heart rate sped up as he thought of the date tomorrow night, he was perfectly and incandescently happy.  Nothing, not even rain could bring his spirits down now.