Random Imagines

Christopher Wilde//Calm

This week has been an absolute rollercoaster.

I met Christopher Wilde, the pop star. I like his music and stuff, and sure he's charming, but he's so arrogant.

We did have fun this week though. It's a funny story.
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My brother abandoned me at Taco Bell, asshole!

I walked over to the nearby building and walked to the back door so I wouldn't have to pay my way in our anything.

At the exact same time, the door swung open, hitting me in the head and making me hit the paved ground.

"Ow." I voiced my clear pain.

"Oh god, are you okay?" A guy whispered to me. He looked blurry.

"You hit me with a door!" I yelled.

"Shh!" He covered my mouth.

"Are you trying to kidnap me? I'll scream." I went to scream again.

"No, just get in my car, quick."

"It sounds like you're kidnapping me."

"I'm not kidnapping you! I'm taking you to my doctor friend."

"Do you know how creepy that sounds dude!?"

He shoved me in his car but I oddly wasn't scared of him.

He took me to a real doctor. 

"She has a mild concussion." He spoke.

The guy who hit me, who I now recognize as Christopher Wilde, took a deep breath and sighed.

"She's gonna sue me!" He tried whispering behind a curtain. I can clearly hear.

"No I'm not!" I spoke up.

He popped his head through.

"What?" He sounded confused.

"I'm not going to sue you Christopher. I just need money for a cab to get home. $20 should do it."

"Are you serious right now? You know who I am, and you're not suing me?" He seemed perplexed by my statement.

"Yeah. Not everybody is corrupt. There are still a few of us nice people out there."

"Thank you! Thank you thank you!" He pulled out his wallet and gave me $50.

"This is way too much."

"I don't have anything smaller. Just keep it."

"Okay. Thank you." I stood up but felt dizzy, Christopher held out his arms to balance me.

"Maybe I should take you home myself. I don't want you to get hurt anymore."

"I'm okay, I've had a concussion before. I'll be fine."

I took a step and almost blacked out.

"Your car it is." I nodded.

I got into his passenger seat, and handed him the $50 back.

"Seriously, keep it." He spoke.

"Are you sure?"

"Why won't you just take my money?" He asked with a chuckle. "Most people would have sued me."

"I come from a small town in Tennessee, I was raised to be kind to everyone, no matter what. And to always understand that I don't know the entire situation. You could've been running out of that door because a murderer was chasing you, I don't know."