crush imagines: a book filled with moments you pine for with a person you love.
you were sitting at your lunch table with your friends. students continued to file into the large room, absorbed in conversations and the latest gossip. your eyes wand...
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It was half past eight on a warm Saturday in July. You were working at the local diner in town, and the usual dinner rush was keeping you very busy. The sun had just set, creating the perfect romantic backdrop outside of the diner in your small town. It wasn't so sunny that you were going blind, but it wasn't dark yet either. The sky was painted in warm pinks and bright oranges, slowly fading to a deep purple. Twenty more minutes, give or take, and the streets would be engulfed in darkness, not that this would stop families and teenagers from enjoying the summer night.
A group of kids suddenly entered the diner, four of them, around your age. You looked up in surprise to see (c/bf/n). Shit. Without a doubt, (c/n) was sure to be there as well. The boys approached the counter, all of them sporting big grins and talking animatedly with hand gestures. Your eyes widened when (c/n) chose the seat right where you were standing.
You wanted to observe him, simply because he was hot. However, you knew you'd come across as creepy, and of all the things you wanted (c/n) to think of you, that was not one of them. Sighing slightly, you made yourself busy by picking up the wet towel and continuing to wipe down the spot on the counter in front of you, avoiding looking up.
After what felt like ages, but was probably only thirty seconds, you felt someone's stare on you. Rolling your eyes, you stopped swiping the towel across the counter and looked up. Maybe that was rude, but it had been a long day, and you were exhausted and uncomfortable.
"I think that you got that spot by now, (y/n)," (c/n) was looking at you with amusement sparkling in his eyes. It looked as if he was trying to hold back a smile, maybe even a laugh, but you noticed anyway.
Startled by the fact that he had spoken to you and remembered your name, you felt heat begin to rise to your cheeks. It shouldn't have been surprising that he knew your name, you guys had been friends and helped each other in math during the school year, but because you were so head-over-heels for him and hadn't seen him all summer, it still came as a shock to you.
You were so stunned, in fact, that you dropped the rag on the floor.
Shit. Well now you've really done it.
You crouched down behind the counter to retrieve it, patting your cheeks while you were hidden. And boy oh boy, were you blushing.
You took a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself down, before rising to your feet and plastering a big, phony grin on your face. It even had potential to match the ones on the faces of the boys in front of you.
Pulling your notepad and a pen out of the pocket of your red apron with the retro diner's name on it, you looked at the four boys. Well, you looked at three of them, trying very hard to avoid (c/n)'s eyes. "So, what can I get for you guys?" you asked brightly with a big, shiny smile that Elvis would be proud of.
