Crush Imagines

Field Trip Feels (Part II)

You opened your eyes, and they felt crusty. You know the feeling I'm talking about. Not only did your body feel revitalized, but you also didn't know where the hell you were. It seemed to be a Maverick station, though you're not sure which city. You unclicked your seatbelt and leaned your head up off of his shoulder. Thank god you didn't drool or anything, but hopefully, you didn't mutter anything incriminating in your sleep. You got up, stretched your joints, adjusted your clothes, then walked into the store. The familiar ding-ding of the door rang through your head and you shuffled your way to the bathroom. You did your business, then walked out hunting to find some good iced-coffee, (or whatever your preferred drink of choice is!), and settled on the machine marked 'Mocha Iced Coffee'. After paying politely, you walked back to the car and settled into your seat. 

Soon, everyone who wasn't asleep was back in the car, and the stars were twinkling brightly. The others were playing some games like Never Have I Ever.  You smiled at some of the memories that flooded your mind of when you were younger and played car games like that, mainly to annoy the shit out of your parents for no good reason. Your mind was going off on a tangent when as you plugged your earbuds back into your phone. Pushing play on your favorite album, you tried to close your eyes. Keyword tried. You couldn't sleep, and so you looked out the window as scenery passed you by. Darkness was beginning to drift over the land, and you realized that you had been asleep for about twelve hours after falling asleep on him. It was wild, thinking that he was so soothing to you that you could sleep that well. 

Sipping your coffee and turning away from the window, you saw that he was still contently sleeping. You smiled, he looked really cute. Pulling a blanket out of the backpack that was stationed at your feet, you very gently placed it over him. He did that thing where you accept things in your sleep and tugged at the remainder of the blanket that was in your hand, leaving you speechless. He snuggled it as a warm smile grew on his hand as he wiggled in his seat, attempting to get comfortable. You let out an audible giggle and sat back in your seat normally. His head, this time, was leaning on your shoulder, and you could hear him muttering something happily. Leaning in, you heard him say, "I love you so much, (Y/N/N)."

This couldn't be happening. You had loved him for many years now, almost three. And now he is confessing things in his sleep that he would never remember, but would embed themselves in your mind. He loves you, your mind says to itself. Maybe he doesn't though.. The irrational part of your mind was trying to take you down from your high, though you definitely didn't want that.  Silencing your negative mindset, you noticed that your heart and stomach had the wonderful feeling of fluttering butterflies. You felt sleep drifting back into your body, and put your sweaty iced coffee in the cupholder next to you. 

You woke up many hours later, and the early signs of dawn were peeking over the horizon. It was, of course, the next day, the day of the conference. You looked towards the front of the car and saw your band director, looking very tired from driving all through the night. Thank God for his dedication, otherwise, this entire trip wouldn't have happened. Though, it wouldn't have happened without the passion and dedication that the entire section all put into the program. 

"Hey there, Mr./s/ (Band Director's Name), are we almost there?" You asked from the back quietly as to not wake any of the sleepers up, but just loud enough for them to hear you. 

They visibly do some math in their head, and reply, "We should be at the conference in about a half an hour."

"Alright," you respond, reaching into your backpack to grab the drink that you had packed. You heard a grunt from the seat to your left and saw his eyes fluttering open, then squinting from the harsh light that was coming in through the windows. 

"Ughhhhh," you heard him grumbling as he tried to hide his face under the blanket to protect his eyes. 

"Come on, Sleeping Beauty, we're almost there." You said playfully and saw him wake up a bit more at the sight of human life. The light illuminated his (Skin Color) skin and made it a shade so beautiful. Huh, no wonder you genuinely loved him. Soon enough, everyone in the car was grumbling, signaling that they were, at the very least, awake. No sane teenager enjoys to wake up; you were the exception, seeing as how you had woken up next to the most beautiful people you had ever had the privilege to meet. Life is wild like that. 

"Where do you guys wanna go get some grub?" Your band director asks, and you were the only one to speak up, outside of the inaudible grumbles of your peers. 

"Starbucks?" You suggest enthusiastically. It was fall, and everyone knows what that means: Seasonal drink time. No one outright said no, so soon the car pulled up to the basic white girl's holy space. (A/N, zero hate, I love Starbucks with absolutely zero shame.)  The group of teens grumbled but walked into the store. You knew deep down, they enjoyed the drinks. 

Standing in line, you waited behind (Y/C/N), while also reciting what you would order to minimize human contact as much as possible. You heard (Y/C/N) order, then whispers something to the barista working. He paid, and you were up next. 

"I would like a-," the barista cut you off with a wave of their hand and smiled. 

"Don't worry, (Y/C/N) already ordered for you." They said with a wide grin on their face that seemed almost blinding. The first thought that ran into your head was, "who the hell uses their real name at Starbucks?" Then, the sudden realization struck you like a smack to the face with a bible. "Why would he buy me a drink? He probably doesn't even know my order," The thoughts just kept coming, and a smile swept over your face and you stepped out of the line over to the side.

The world seemed to be perfect in that moment, and little did you know that it would soon become even better than you could have ever imagined.