Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Best Friend} C.B

"Movie night?" Corbyn asked you, walking towards your movie stand.

"Well duh" you replied, chuckling slightly as he rolled his eyes playfully, you snuggled into the blankets feeling the warmth that would soon be replaced with Corbyn.

You and Corbyn have been best friends since you could remember, your moms were best friends in highschool, and you and Corbyn were born only one year apart.

Now you were sat at the weekly Friday night movie marathon. It was a small and simple tradition you and Corbyn shared together, but you still cherished every moment you could with the blonde haired boy.  He was crouched down, scailing his fingers across the movies trying to find a chick flick. He didn't have to ask you what kind of movie to watch, seeing as though it was your week to pick and he knew better than to ask you.

He had decided on 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before', and 'The Kissing Booth' because they were your two favorites.

He put on The Kissing Booth first and came to cuddle up to you. You knew that you had some small feelings towards the boy but never thought he shared the same feelings, seeing as though he always called you his little sister at times.

Something about tonight felt different, you were 17, he was 18, his music was starting to get bigger and bigger in which you were happy about, but something just didn't seem right tonight.

Suddenly Corbyn sighed and paused the movie, he turned so he could face you more and before you could question what he was about to do, he asked you, " how come you haven't had your first kiss?" it was a very randome and strange question coming from him, so you shrugged and reached for the remote. "No, there is a reason, so tell me why" he said, pulling the remote further away from your grasp.

"No guys have looked at me that way, ever." You finally answered, feeling a but embarrassed.

"Bullshit" he swore. Corbyn never swore. Especially at you.

"Fine. I like you. There is a small part of me that has always liked you, and it just didn't feel right dating anyone else and I always wanted a first kiss to be special" as you finished, Corbyn sat there dumbfounded. His best friend liked him? And she wanted her first kiss to be with him? He sat there, not saying anything. You took that as  rejection and hung your head low.

"I guess, you can leave if you want, I understand" you chocked back a sob, covering your mouth as you dashed up the stairs to your room. Corbyn called after you, running to your room but not before you could close and lock the door. He sighed and decided against staying.

He trudged out of the house, down the street and into his own.

He laid in bed, not being able to sleep. He knew your parents were gone for the weekend so you were home alone, he also knew you were terrified of storms and Thunder cracked not far away.

The pitter patter of rain slowly hit the top of his roof as he worried. He imagined you, his best friend, curled up, tears in your eyes as you wished for nothing more than another person to be there for you, with you, as you huddle under the blankets.

He sighed as he got out of bed, slipped on his shoes, and walked across the street to your house. As the rain poured down even hard, Corbyn knocked at the door.

His heart broke as he saw your puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks, and a pained look in your eyes as you looked up to him.

He knew. He knew then that he couldn't bare the thought of you with anyone else, he didn't like the thought of you hurting, scared, alone. He didn't like the thought of someone holding you the wrong way, or the way only he gets to hold you, he didnt like the thought of you heart broken over him.

He liked the thought of you cuddled up into him during a storm, your movie nights, you kisses on his cheek, the feeling he gets in his stomache, He liked you.

"I know you don't like me right now, but I know you need someone right now" he huffed. You stepped away from the door, leaving it open for him to come inside. He took off his shoes, turning to you but you already were walking up the stairs. Your slouched posture told him everything he needed to know.

You were simply broken.

He sighed as he followed you up to your room. He found your small body outlined under the covers in your bed. He watched as your body shook, how you squirmed when thunder cracked in the night, he watched as you shivered from the cold.

He quietly climbed into the bed beside you, turning your body around to face him. He sat you up but you wouldn't look him in the eyes. You couldn't.

"Y/N I am your best friend" he took in a deep breath as he continued, "And I am utterly inlove with you" he breathed out, taking you by surprise. Everything happened so quickly. A crack of thunder shook the house, you jumped into his arms, he craddled you, he brushed the hair out of your face, revealing you y/e/c eyes, you let a breath out you didn't know you held, then he lifted you body towards his and pressed his lips against yours.

His hand brushed against the side of your cheek as he cupped it, his thumb grazing your across skin as he held your head up. Your hand reached behind his neck, supporting yourself as you lips moved with his perfectly. The storm outside faided away as your lips moved in sync, your world spinning, maybe from the sensation of Corbyn's lips on yours, or from the lack of oxygen, but you loved it.

"Wow" he breathed as he pulled away, needing oxygen was such a bust.

"Yeah" you mubled, still a bit terrified. You were still craddled in his arms, and he thougth you still looked sad. Corbyn being Corbyn, crouched over you, nuzzling his head in the crook of you neck as he layed you on your back, him laying ontop of you. Your hands ran through his hair, feeling the softness and calming you down. He was layed out flat ontop of you as  you just laughed at his childishness behavior.

"Will you be my girlfirend?" he mumbled against your hair, you gasped slightly, the word girlfriend rolled off his lips so effortlessly that it surprised you. "If you don't say yes I will never get off of you" he laughed.

You chuckled before kissing the top of his head, "yes" you smiled. He looked up from your hair and you gave him a little kiss on the lips as he gave you a dorky smile.