Too much! An Imagine Book! (in english!)

Keith Moon #1

The year is 1966. Your best friend, Keith Moon, is in your house, because you guys had agreed to meet to make a birthday cake for his mother. He called you desperate the day before to ask for help to make the cake, and you, laughing a lot about the situation, didn't deny the help.

You never told him, but you have a crush on him since adolescence... That crazy way attracts you.

Now, here you are, in the small kitchen of your apartment, trying to understand the recipe you found in a magazine lost in your closet

--Ah, (Y/N), this is so complicate! -- Moonie complains as he puts flour into a glass.

-- Keith, stop complaining! Why don't you just buy a cake?

-- Because I want to prove that I can make a cake! And what's the fun of buying one ready? -- Keith asks, making you laugh at his face.

-- You're unbelievable... I've never made a cake in my like! We're two bums trying to make a simple cake... -- You comment, breaking two eggs into a pot.

-- Ah, at least we're doing this together! So it's more fun... -- Moon smiles, you can't avoid and smile too. He starts throwing things in the bigger bowl, with savagery, splashing milk everywhere. You end up having a crisis of laughter.

-- Moon, you crazy! You have to take it easy! I'll make you scrub the kitchen counter after!

-- Sorry (Y/N)... You wouldn't do such a thing to me, would you? -- Keith makes the best lost dog face he can and you can't resist and smile.

-- Of course not... Then put the ingredients as a civilized person! -- You show him,calmly putting the eggs in the bowl. -- Did you see?

-- I saw... You know what else I saw? -- Moon asks, passing the tip of his index finger into the bowl. -- Your nose is dirty! -- And so, he runs his finger on the tip of your nose, which ends up being luscious with flour, milk and egg. He starts to laughing at your face of indignation.

-- Moon, you idiot! -- You stick your finger into de mixture and then you rub it on the boy's cheek. Laughing a lot, you end up smearing the whole face of each other.

You hand him a paper towel and get one for you. You go to the bathroom and wash your face. When you go back to the kitchen, Keith still has a dirty face, trying to clean it, with no success, with the paper towel.

-- Let me help you... -- You pull him by the arm to the kitchen sink. You take a clean paper towel, wet the tip and pass in on the boy's face. He stares at you with those big brown eyes, as you gently pass the paper on his face, and without realizing it, you put the tip of your tongue out. He smiles at that. You look at his mouth and blush a little about it. Then you raise your eyes and they meet Keith's. You feel the brown of his eyes penetrating yours.

-- You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life... -- The drummer speaks in love.

Quickly, as if it was a necessity for both of you, you join your lips in a voracious kiss. All those feelings hidden for so many years come to the surface, you feel your brain exploding. You put your hands behind your friend's neck, he puts onde hand on your face, next to your ear, and the other on your waist, to further deepen the kiss. You let go to breathe, look at each other and smile.

-- I'm crazy about you, (Y/N)...

-- And I love you! -- You say, before you reassemble your lips again, in the middle of the kitchen mess.

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