A Collection of Imagines

John

Mr. Stranger

My forehead rests on my palms. I'm trying so hard not to stress over this test, but I know that's inevitable. I don't know why I picked this major. I look back down at the scattered textbooks and notebooks. I notice I'm missing one. I turn around into the aisle behind me. 

I walk down the plain hallway of the library, seeing various students trying to study to save their grades. The sign for the aisle I'm looking for is coming up soon. Once I found it, I walk down and noticing someone else entering the other side of the shelf. A girl. Hair tied in a messy ponytail, baggy hoodie and grey sweatpants. The standard uniform for all college students. Although, the image that is plastered on her hoodie looks like merchandise for Cage the Elephant. She searches intently for something in the bookcase. 

My fingers run through the various spines of books, still not finding the correct one. I sigh in frustration. God, I'm totally going to fail this exam. I stop in the middle, thinking I found it. 

She stops in front of me. Picking up a book off of the shelf that separates us. She looks tired, and kinda attractive. No offense to her, but she wears eye bags very well. 

I place the book back. I run my hands over my face, bringing them roughly down to my sides. I look back to my desk with all of my books. God, I am screwed. 

She rubs her face and brings her hands down dramatically to her sides. She turns, not noticing that I'm admiring her through the space between the books and the shelf. She starts to walk back and I follow her at the same pace. 

I have no idea how I'm going ... I suddenly run into something. When I look up, I see that I run into ... someone. Someone I have never seen before. Oh my god, he's ... wow. "I'm ... I'm so sorry," I try to put out a few words as I pier up at him.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry. I should watch where I'm going." She hasn't stopped staring at me yet. She realizes that as soon as I did, averting her eyes quickly away from me. "Um, what major?" I point to the big stack of books on the table beside her. 

"Oh, um, business. You?" He smiles once I ask him. 

"English." I lift up my briefcase, earning a bright smile. 

"Ha ha, nerd." 

"Oh, I'm the nerd." 

"A literary nerd." His brown satchel looks worn. Notebooks and fancy pens sticking out of its pockets. "I'm guessing you write too, huh?" 

"Yeah, a little." 

"Well ..." I look back up at his eyes, seeing the glint in them. "I would like to read some someday." He looks down on the ground, hand coming to the back of his neck.

"I would ... really like that." I look back up at her. She looks like she has come back to life. Brighter than before. 

He reaches into his bag, pulling out his phone and handing it to me. He places it into my palm. A bigger smile appears on his face. 

"Can I, um, ...," I say not trying to be so obvious. My bottom lip goes in between my teeth. Nervous as hell. 

I giggle at his attempt. "Go on, ask me for my number." I clutch the device in my grasp, waiting.

I laugh at her confidence. "Can I have your number?" 

"Yes, you can, Mr. Stranger." I enter my number into his phone.

"John. Although, I do like Mr. Stranger." She giggles as she types. I don't know if I can find a more beautiful smile. She hands it back over to me. I can't put into words the feeling I'm having right now, but I know that I haven't felt it in a while. So, let's see how this goes, Miss Stranger.

AN: fun fact, john krasinski was actually an english major before he was an actor.