The Brady Bunch imagines (X READER)

Peter Brady

y/n= your name

e/c= your eye colour

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Your POV:

"YESSSSS WESTDALE!!!!!" You yell at the top of your lungs. Westdale high (your school) just scored another goal. The game was great, with us being in the lead by 2 points. You sit back down again as a body sits next to you. "Hi Y/n" a familiar voice is heard. You turn your head to see the middle Brady boy, Peter. "Oh high Peter! Great game isn't?" You and Peter had a few classes together. You thought he was cute but you had your eyes on a bigger prize. "Yeah its a great but I never knew you liked football?" he responded. "Oh yeah, my dad always used to take me to games as a kid." Your eyes were glued to the game, specifically 1 player. Everyone has a crush on him, he was older- a senior to be correct, and you were just a sophomore. He would never like you back, heck you didn't know if he knew you existed. 

"Whatever happened to that?" Peter asked. The hopeless romantic was head over heals in love with you, unfortunately you were just too blind to see it. "Yes, YEs, YES!" you cheer slowly getting louder and rising again. "YES! YES GREG! WOOOOOHOOOO!" you scream. the excitement taking over you. Peter joins to you while clapping for his brothers goal. The crowd settles down but your eyes are still glued to Greg. "Oh isn't he just dreamy?" you say, sounding like the clique dreamer. "Yeah, sure" Peter says sarcastically while rolling his eyes. "Sorry Peter, but your brother is really neat."

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The siren blows signally the game was over. The crowd cheers at the victory. 96-71 Westdale High's way. Peter and you leap to your feet cheering and clapping. You turn to each other and wrap your arms around each other. You begin to pull away but capture his brown eyes while he starred at your e/c ones. You stay there taking in every inch of his face. 'Wow he's cuter than I thought' you think as a blush appears on your cheeks. Both of you let go and it becomes slightly awkward neither of you looking at each other. "Can I walk you home Y/n?" His voice capture yours attention and you nod in response. 

Walking down your street you begin to feel confident. I mean, you've been talking to him this whole time why not take it slightly further. You grab his soft hand and hold it in yours. He looks down shocked he starred at it before your giggle tore his attention away from it. "I'm sorry it's just-" "It's fine Peter." His awkwardness was adorable. 

Not long later you arrived at your doorstep. You looked down and then up and sighed. "Well this is me. Thanks for walking me home Peter." your hands disconnect. 'This is it' you think and peck his left cheek and begin to open the front door. "Wait Y/n... can I try something?" Confusion over takes you but you allow him to do what he wants. He takes your hands and begins to lean in. 'Oh Fruit tingles corn cob, this is actually happening' just as his lips touch yours. Both of you pull away for air. "Wow" escapes your lips. "Thank you Peter, for everything." You open the door and walk in shutting it behind you. But something doesn't feel right. You quickly open the door again  and thankfully he's still there. You poke your head out bring your hand shaped as a phone you your ear. 'Call me' you mouth. You flash a smile and quickly close the door. 

'Best footy game ever!'

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I went to the footy today, we won!!!!!! Hopefully y'all enjoyed. 

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