Jacob Sartorius Imagines

A Little Company (cute)

Again, the category doesn't fit, but this imagine had to be split in 2 parts because it was 8000 fuckin words 😂part 2 out tomorrow

"Shit," you mumbled, your shoulder bumping against the doorframe as you entered cousin Payton's apartment. He owned a small place right near the campus of the university, close enough so that he could walk to all of his classes. You remembered the proud smile on his face as he'd explained his wise choice.

The small front hallway was dark, and you shuffled through the house, trying not to trip on any loose objects. You felt along the wall, your hand finally brushing the door of Payton's bedroom. Quickly, you grasped the knob and slipped inside, flicking the light switch and bathing the room in a bright glow; your eyes narrowed as your vision adjusted to the change.

You walked over to your suitcase, pulling out the baggy, black t-shirt that you usually wore to bed. You peeled your damp tank top from your body, too lazy and tired to bother with taking a shower. Instead, you dropped the fabric to the floor and pulled on the other shirt, deciding that you weren't really that sticky anyways.

You then unbuttoned your jeans, yanking them down your legs and kicking them off messily. You reached down into your luggage again, grabbing the cottony black shorts that you had also packed. You pulled them up your legs, sighing gently as you ran your hands along the hem; the material ended right below your ass, accentuating the length of your legs.

"A few more days," you sighed to yourself, "Just a few more days."

And it was true. You had been ecstatic when Payton had offered to let you stay with him. You had been considering transferring to a different college, you were only a freshman, and the one that you were currently attending didn't specialize in the program you intended to pursue.

So when Payton had proposed that you reside with him during your visit, you hadn't been able to thank him enough.  But...you were exhausted. Your plane had just landed this morning, and the jetlag was affecting you more than you had originally anticipated. Payton's decision to drag you off to a party during your first night had not been executed very well.

You hadn't even had the chance to question him about any of the programs the university offered. All he had managed to slip in was the fact that he was majoring in literature and the whereabouts of his apartment. He had brought you to his place and let you deposit your possessions for only a moment before he was whisking you off to a party on the college campus.

Sighing gently, you exited his room. He had suggested that you occupy his bed, but you had firmly disagreed. You were already causing him enough trouble as it was, you had said, so you were going to sleep on the couch. Your cousin had begun to argue, but you had shot him a look that quickly had him clamping his mouth shut.

You padded along the dark hallway, your brow creasing when you noticed a faint glow coming from another doorway. Your eyes widened, and immediately your footsteps ceased. You moved closer to the wall, tiptoeing towards the entrance of the other room—in Payton's haste to drag you to the party, he had given you an incomplete and rushed tour of the apartment:

"Here's my room, that's the lounge, and that's the kitchen," he had said in a single exhale, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the front exit, "There's the loose floorboard that I always trip over, be mindful of that. Now let's go."

You recognized the glowing room as the lounge, and you figured that the shifting light could have been from the screen of the television. But Payton hadn't come home with you... so who could have turned it on?

Silently, you made your way over to the doorway, gnawing on your bottom lip anxiously. You exhaled quietly, trying to calm yourself as you gripped the edge of the wall. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, banging against your ribcage, you could almost feel your body pulsing in anticipation. You leaned to the side, peeking out from behind the wall and trying to find the culprit.