WDW IMAGINES

creep or somethin

"Y/n please don't go see that guy your talking to on that dating app. I really don't want you to get hurt he could be a creep or somethin!" My bestfriend says taking the phone out of my hands.

"Hey," I say dragging the y. "Corbyn is not no creep. Just cause I haven't facetimed him or heard his voice doesn't mean anything. Anyways your just jealous."

"Oh please it's creepy and really weird that you haven't even talked to him on the phone, only text. And now your suddenly meeting him like y/n this is dangerous. You dont even know if he's real let alone a fifty year old man!" My bestfriend argues.

She does have a point Corbyn and I haven't talked on the phone. Although there have been pictures sent they could have easily been taken off the internet. Oh god.

"Y/bf/n please come with me? Now your making me not want to go alone jeeze," I say taking my hair into my hand and pulling it.

"Or you could just not go," she says handing the phone back. Its on a picture of the blonde. "Whoever the boy is he's cute but im telling you it's not him talking to you."

I roll my eyes locking the phone and sliding it away. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Sometimes friends don't believe that you are actually talking to a hot guy, act like you aren't good enough. Thats what y/bf/n does.

Being the stubborn girl I am I know im going to meet him tomorrow. No matter what anyone says.

"How old is this man anyway?" She asks.

"Twenty six why?" I ask.

"Y/N! what the hell hes six years older than yo-"

"Can we stop talking about it? Im an adult right? I can make my own decisions right? So let me live my life," I snap not having anymore of her annoying voice.

"Y/n I just want whats best for you!"

"Thank you but I don't need your help... I gotta go y/bf/n I forgot I have an essay due tonight at midnight," I grab my bag quickly rushing out of her dorm and to mine. Once in I slam the door leaning against it.

"Again?" My roomate chuckles. "Was it your crazy ex or your friend this time?" She asks with a chuckle.

"My friend who isn't really my friend," I roll my eyes then get on my bed.

I didn't actually have an essay due tonight. That would be crazy to do a four page essay in two hours.

"I think im just gonna take a shower and go to bed," I say grabbing a towel and a change of clothes before entering the bathroom.
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I nervously tap my foot on the ground as I wait for Corbyn. I just got to the resturant and got seated. Turns out he wasn't here yet wich made my stomach do flips.

"Would you like something to drink miss?" Our really cute waiter asks.

"Umm just water please," I say looking back at the door. He just nods leaving then coming back with the drink. "Thanks."

Fifteen minutes goes by and Corbyn still hasn't showed up or texted. You pull out your phone pressing on his number, it goes straight to voicemail. I swear if another guy stands me up off of these dating apps im done. Done with looking for the right person.

"Excuse me miss your gonna have to order something or leave," the waiter says.

"Oh um sorry I was just waiting for someone," I say sadly looking down.

The guy gives a sad smile sitting across from me. "Well whoever that man is he doesn't deserve you. Like what an ass to not show on a such a beautiful girl," he says. You smile looking up. "But really you need to order the boss lady is getting mad."

"Can you give me a minute I haven't even looked at the menu yet," he nods leaving again.

The door quickly opens catching your eye as a blonde runs in. He shows the front receptionist his phone and she nods. The mans eyes travel the room landing on you before he goes to sit with another girl who is waiting.

Maybe y/bf/n was right. A guy as good looking as Corbyn doesn't belong with me. I start to pack up my bag and place a five on the table for the drink not really feeling hungry anymore. I slip on my coat and make my way to the exit.

As you walk out you bump into someone making them and you fall on the floor. Corbyn? He gives a small smile.

"C-corbyn you came? What took you so long?" I ask.

He pulls out a piece of paper writing on it with a black ink pen. He turns it around and-