Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Sleepover} J.M

"Hey guys!" I greeted the five boys who stood outside my door, "Come in!"

The all said their hellos and walked into my house.

They all walked directly into the living room and made themselves comfertable on their usual spots. I had already placed out the snacks, blankets, and pillows for the night.

It was friday, which meant our usual movie all nighter. Jack sat on the rocking chair, Zach on a different wider chair with his legs hung over the opposite side, Corbyn and Daniel on one couch and Jonah laid down on the other.

"What kind of movie are we watching?" I asked. It was Zachs turn to pick a show and I knew it wouldn't be good.

"Horror," he smiled devilishly at me. I groaned in annoyance.

"Then you put it on,"  I mumbled going to the couch Jonah laid on. "Move your feet," I demanded. He shook his head and whined.

"But I'm so comfy!" he pouted. "Just lay with me," he offered. My heart leapt at the words, but I knew he meant it in a lazy friendly way.

"Fine," I huffed. I laid down in his arms, having them clasp around my body.

Zach put on the Conjuring 2. It wasn't that scary, but to me, I was shitting my pants. Jonah chuckled.

"It's just a movie" he mumbled into my ear.

"A movie thats gonna kill me," I hissed. I felt him pull me in closer, so I obliged and snuggled deeper into his body.

"Better?" he asked.

"A little," I smiled and continued to watch the movie.

I made it through the first, second, and third movie. The fourth I couldn't even remember what we were watching but it was scary as fuck.

"Don't do it, don't do it, do-" I pleaded. She did it. She walked into the fucking room.

jump scared came across the screen. I screamed- obviously- and squirmed in Jonahs arms. I did not want to watch anymore so I turned my body away from the screen and instead, into Jonah.

He smiled down at me, moving some lose strands of hair from my face.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hi," I answered. We were interrupted by the soft snores coming from Zachs mouth. We sat up, looking around at all the guys.

Everyone had fallen asleep.

Reaching over for the remote, Jonah turned the TV off.

Laying back in his arms, we just started talking about anything and everything.

An hour passed by, just talking randome nonsense.

"What's something juicy I can ask..." Jonah mumbled. I laughed quietly, his smile growing. "How old were you when you had your first kiss?" he asked.

I stopped smiling. Truth is I never had my first kiss yet. I grew embarresed and knew my cheeks were red.

"Have you-" he paused, looking baffled, "have you never kissed someone?" he gawked at me.

"No," my voice was small.

"Why not?"

"because no one has ever wanted to," I shrugged, fiddling with fingers.

"bullshit," he mumbled.

"It's true," I laughed nervously.

"Can I- can I be your first?" he smiled, his cheeks going red. I nodded my head slightly, lifting it up slightly. He smiled, licking his lips slightly. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips press onto mine slightly after.

"Would you be my girlfriend?" he asked as he pulled away. I smiled and bit down on my bottom lip, to happy to answer. I nodded my head and pressed my lips to his again.

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A/N: SO. Here's the deal. I have started the book about werewolves but I Need a cover for it. Would ya'll wanna make one for me? I hate the one I have rn. It's out and it's a Daniel Seavey fanfic if ya'll wanna check it out!

Also, sorry for the shitty imagine and all the mistakes in it.