Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Careful} C.B

"Oh, I'm so sorry" I apologized as I bumbed into a sterdy figure infront of me.

"No, its okay," the blonde boy answered, placing his hands on my shoulders to secure my stagering body. He smiled down at me and we fell silent.

"Umm, hi?" Alyssa, my bestfriend, interupted.

"OH uh, sorry" I apologized again. I backed away form the goodlooking stranger and looked down to the ground, flustered.

"No it's okay, I'll just thrid wheel while you flirt. It's okay" she gave me a teasing look as I nudged her shoulder.

"Uhh," the blonde staggered, scratching the back of his neck, " I have to go.." he stretched it out like he wasn't sure what came next. "Yeah," he nodded his head, agreeing with himself, "I- I should," he licked his lips quickly, drawing my attention to them.

"Oh, okay. Well sorry again," I, for the last time, apologized. He smiled to me and turned to walk away.

"Uh, actually," he stopped and looked to me and Alyssa, "would you wanna come hang out with me and my friends?" he seemed shy now, way less confident.

"Sure" I answered quickly. I blushed and walked by his side to a group of very proud and confused looking boys.

*Time skip*

"Well I had lots of fun, thank you Corbyn" I smiled gratefully. He returned the gesture and pulled me in for a quick side hug.

"Hey uhh, could i get you number? For a, a ahh, a date sometime?" he blushed, fumbling with his phone.

"I thought you would never ask Besson" I replied, taking his extended phone. I punched in my number and without another word I walked off with Alyssas arm around mine.

"Careful" she warned, about what I didn't know, so I asked her.

"What?"

"Your smile. You look like you're about to fall in love"