Crush Imagines

Field Trip Feels

Sometimes, high school field trips aren't as terrible as people may originally think. Yeah, they can suck, but when a band teacher offers to take an entire percussion group to Colorado for a conference, you know that is only going to go well. Or, about as well as six teenagers in a suburban barreling down the highway for almost six hours straight.

"Mom! Do you know where the hairbrush is at?" You yell from inside of your room, looking at your unruly locks.

"Why would I? You had it last!" She yelled back, and you assumed that was the extent of the conversation.

Getting up from the floor of your freshly cleaned room, you brushed some dirt off of your body, and went about filling up your backpack for the trip. Lotion? Check. Shampoo? Check. Clothes? Check. Earbuds? Check. The list went on and on, but being too prepared for anything was never a bad thing. Going down the list on your phone, you slowly gathered everything in your old backpack.

A smile lit up your face as you heard your phone ding.

🥁Drummer Boy🥁

You excited for tomorrow?

You

Hell yeah! Hbu?

Keep the reply casual, you tell yourself as you hit the send button.

🥁Drummer Boy🥁

Oh yeah dude, finding some good music to put on to pack lmao

You

Oof, what're you listening to?

He had hit your soft spot: music. You could go on and on for hours talking about the latest Fall Out Boy album or The Click being by AJR being a gift to humanity. Keep. It. Under. Control. The smile that was spread across was basically there permanently. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME (Y/C/N)??

🥁Drummer Boy🥁

Oh you know, some good ole Nirvana.. (Or whatever your crush may enjoy listening to!)

Wyd?

You

Packing my crap up, also Nirvana is gooood 👌 👌

Good use of emojis on your part, you praise in your head. Also, you already knew that he loved Nirvana by the sheer amount of times he had played Drain You on the drum set. Ugh, why is he such a dork?

🥁Drummer Boy🥁

Ikr?? Gotta love Polly by them... I gotta go to bed tho, night (Y/N/N)✌✌

He called you the nickname. HE CALLED YOU THE NICKNAME. It was the one that made you feel all mushy on the inside and made your heart do a backflip. You would definitely be sleeping happily, just by the sheer fact that he called you the name.

The next morning, you woke up at around 6 AM and shuffled your way into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you popped open the tab on your Strawberry Boom Rockstar (a personal favorite of mine, I highly suggest you try it!). You chugged it down, as you popped your meds in, and swallowed those bad boys too (or not, you do you). After throwing on a cute outfit, (Pictured above), you do your makeup and mentally prepare yourself to not do anything really weird. The clock said 7, and you were just waiting for the white school suburban to pull up in front of your house. You scrolled through Instagram for a bit and did a puzzle for a bit. Hearing the low drone of tires approaching, you took an earbud out and grabbed your purse. Your band director sat in the front seat, and you saw him in the back seat with one of his best friends. Thank God for seniority, otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to snag a seat in the back row with them. His friend got a window seat, he sat in the middle, and you were facing the right side window. Soon, all of the percussionists were in the car, and the music was playing in the back.