.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Imagine ~ Dana Vaughns

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Everything was wrong.

It's like the world had stopped revolving, and your life, your furture, everything you knew, or thought you knew, was crashing down before your eyes.

The worst part?

You couldn't do anything to stop it.

A few days ago, you caught your boyfriend cheating on you with some blonde bimbo whose lips looked like wads of already chewed bubblegum and owned ten Chanel purses and a pink-dyed fufu poodle. She was everything you weren't, and unfortunately enough, he wasn't sincerely sorry. After all, you'd always been too nice to him.

You layed on the hood of the car and closed your eyes. There was nothing the stars could chase away. The only thing that really accompanied you was the strangling autumn chill that blew against your face in ghostly wisps, pushing back the hair that stuck to your tear-dampened cheeks. It still bothered you, seeing him with her. Seeing her with him, all up on him like she owned him. It was a mistake, of course. A drunken mistake that he didn't regret. It was tattooed on your mind forever now, and you would never forgive yourself for being so, so stupid. Why did you believe him?

Guilt griped your heart, and your hands flew to your face as you jerked upwards, diminishing into a dark hole of grief. Hot tears seared your eyes and added a new layer to your once-dry cheeks. Why did it hurt so bad? He probably wasn't crying over you. Everything he ever gave you, the necklace, the cards, the stuffed animals; all in the trunk of your car, but never thrown away. You didn't have the heart to.

You continued to sob. You were alone, after all. You knew what it felt like to have your heart ripped out of it's cavity in your chest and stomped on, and you couldn't control the emotions for the past few days. There was no one here to judge you.

You'd driven up to a nearby spot that overlooked the small town below. Lights glittered, flashing on and off in houses that, from up here, looked way too small to even be real. It was nice out here this time of night, with the stars clear and twinkling like diamonds in the tar-black sky.

Suddenly, there was a low rumbling sound behind you. Another car? You wiped messily at your face with the sleeves of your sweater and whipped around, nearly falling off the hood of your car. The other car pulled up right beside you and your heart dropped to your stomach.

You knew that car anywhere.

Dana.

Where to begin? Dana Gareth Vaughns II was your best friend since you both were in diapers. Everyone had always teased you about liking him, and maybe you did at one point, but he was your brother before anything. You'd even told your parents you'd marry him one day, when you were little, though you have no recollection. Nevertheless, you could tell him anything, and he did the same. There was nothing to hide from him, he wasn't like other boys. He could tease you as much as he wanted, and be the most sincere person at the end of the day.

He stepped out of his car and rushed up to you instantly.

"Y/N!" he gasped, visibly shaking. "What are you doing out here? It's too late for this, c'mon..." He reaches out to grab your hand, but you pull away.

"N-no," you insist. "I'm fine, right here."

His shoulders dropped, and he blew air into his cheeks. "Ooookay..." He hesitated for a moment, then crawled up on the hood beside you. "Whatcha lookin' at?" he said after a while.

You couldn't help but smile. "Nothing, really." You trailed a finger over the edge of the hood of your car. "Just the stars."

He nodded, quietly for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it.

You raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"

He shook his head. "Nothin'." He shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to concentrate on the stars.

You punch him lightly on the arm. "C'mon Vaughns, don't start lying to me now."

He sighed, closing his eyes.

"You're not over him, are you?"

You're taken aback a bit, and your smile disappears into a thin line.

"W-what? Of course I am, don't be ridiculous." You pull your knees up to your chest and contemplate scooting away.

He grabs your hands, suddenly. His deep, soulful brown eyes seem to pierce right through you, solemn and almost angry, now.

"No you aren't," he replied, ignoring what you'd just said. "But you should be." He sighed faintheartedly, dropping your hands. "I mean, you should be. He never treated you right. Always lying. Damn..." He was practically talking to himself.

"Dana, I-"

"...a-and you let it happen." He looked back up at me again. "Do you know how much I care about you, Y/N?"

You bite your lip. "How much?"

He stands up so that he is standing in front of the car, in front of you.

"A lot. A damn lot. And seeing you get hurt all those time was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But you wanna know why I didn't fuck with it for the longest time? Huh? Because of you. You. You were so happy with him, I-I..." His face was red now, and tears unintentionally streamed down his cheeks.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You'd never seen Dana get this upset before, not even on ocassion.

"D-Dana..." you manage to whisper.

He cuts you off again. "And you wanna know why I love seeing you happy?" His words are thick with rage and emotion, passion, maybe.

You try to swallow down the lump in your throat, which, to your dismay, doesn't work. "W-why?"

His hands are clenched into fists so tightly that they're as white as snow. "Because I love you!" he blurted.

Your heart drops. "Y-you... what?"

He rips off his snapback, blushing madly now, and avoiding your eyes. "I love you, Y/N," he repeats clearer this time. "I always have, and I probably always will. A-and you don't have to feel the same way, either. I don't expect you to, at all... I- I just-"

You cut him off by, without even thinking, pressing your lips to his, softly, He seems surprised at first, but eventually leans in, finding his hands around your waist as your hands grip the back of his shirt and neck passionately. You both break away, and he is flushed, watching you with wide eyes.

"W-woah," he stammers. "Does that mean...?"

You smile, wiping at his tears with the sleeve of your sweater, leaning up and pecking him on his nose.

"I love you, Dana. I always have, and I always will."

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