5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Punk Mikey Imagine

The smell of burning wood fills the air around you. The orange flickering flames, dancing around in the centre of the sand whilst people drink, talk and laugh around it. With a cup in hand, you stand around the warm fire, not really talking to anyone within the group you're stood in. The conversation flows and the whole time you're tuning them out, not paying any attention to them, being easily bored.

You subtly excuse yourself from the group, choosing to wander amongst the people and, if failing to find people that are interesting, possibly leaving. Feet sinking into the sand, it causes you to stumble several times and makes it hard for you to get your footing. Deciding to just give up, you remove your shoes and throw your cup into the bin, and walk off towards the car park.

As your feet touch the concrete, you brush the dry sand from them and put your shoes on. Walking off in the direction of your car, the smell of nicotine fills your lungs, making you cringe in disgust at the smell. Looking to your right, you see a guy with black and blonde hair with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He has numerous tattoos covering his pale skin and piercings in his eyebrow and nose, making him seem intimidating. Especially the way he is just standing there in the dark.

"Hi." He greets you, making you realise you've just been stood staring at him, his words snapping you out of your trance.

"Umm, hi?" You immediately regret greeting him back, hoping the conversation doesn't go further. In order to prevent it carrying on, you turn back to the direction your car is in and speed off towards it. Just as you unlock the car and reach for the handle, you hear his voice from not far behind you.

"Here, you dropped this."

You spin around, almost colliding with his body which is right behind you. In his hand, he has your phone, which must have fallen out of your back pocket and he hands it to you. You reach out and grab it from his outstretched hand.

"Thank you." You look up at him, expecting his eyes to be glossy from intoxication but notice they're a bright green, free from any signs of substance abuse like you assumed.

"No problem, beautiful." You scoff at his line, rolling your eyes.

"Really? Beautiful? What a line." You roll your eyes again as he lightly chuckles to himself.

"I didn't know your name and beautiful seemed the most fitting." He cheekily winks at you, the blush rising in your cheeks though you desperately wish it not to.

"Wow, this is highly awkward. I'm sorry but lines like that do not work on me, I'm definitely not interested but, I'm sure if you wander back over to the beach party, you'll find someone girl that will willingly wrap her legs around her head to be with you."

Turning back around to the car, you hear him chuckle from behind you, causing you to spin back around to face him.

"It wasn't really a line. Well, it was but I wasn't intending it to be. If that makes any sense?"

"No. it doesn't at all." Your furrow your brow in confusion, not understanding where he is taking this.

"Sorry. I'm extremely awkward talking to girls." He shakes his head in embarrassment at himself before mumbling. "God, I'm such an idiot."

"Wait. So, all of that, was you just being a moron?"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." He squints his eyes at you for the lovely compliment you just gave him.

"No offence?" You add as an afterthought, this time he rolls his eyes.

"Offence taken."

"Sorry."

You both stand there, the air slightly awkward to the situation you're in. Do you get in your car and drive off, leaving him there? Or do you attempt to talk to him?

"Have I ruined any and all chances with you?" His voice trails off, waiting for you to pitch in.

"You didn't really have a chance to begin with." Your voice matches his, trailing off at the end also.

"Oh, right." He sounds beat, disappointed because you're letting him down and not even gently. "I get it. Its fine, sorry I bothered you."

"Wait." You call after him as he turns to walk away. "I didn't mean that to come out so harsh. I'm sorry. We could try again?"

"You mean, go through all of that awkward conversation, again?" He seems sceptical at your bringing up of the idea, causing you to giggle at him.

"No, we could meet tomorrow? Talk properly? Instead of a darkened car park."

"Tomorrow? Err, yeah, sure. There's a coffee shop, in town. It has books and stuff. Umm, I'm usually there around lunch if you want to meet there?" His voice is unsure, lacking any confidence that he seemed to have earlier.

"I didn't take you as a book lover?" You state, even though it comes out as more of a question.

"Yeah, don't let the tattoos and piercings fool you." He smirks at you, a guilty feeling bubbling inside of your stomach at making a quick judgment about him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful." He winks and walks off towards the beach, leaving you stood there speechless.