Crush imagines (fluff)

You're Kidding Me

I entered the oh-so-familiar store, the one I saw nearly everyone at.
Oh, wait, oops. That's the other one.

I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible to avoid the people from my past. Not like I really hated any of them. I just felt like they would think about how awkward I am. I mean, look at them. They were all the prissy people, the ones who were academically, physically, and emotionally better than me. And everyone else that ended up going to my high school.

Well, one person there may have accidentally went to the wrong school. He was the exact, typical definition of a (name of nearby high school) kid. And we didn't get along well.
But to be honest, I wish we did.

Maybe it was because I briefly got caught up in the storm of girls who had liked him. That resulted in me texting him nonstop. Asking him questions. Getting to know him.

He never felt the same way, so it was practically hopeless. He was so dry when it came to conversation, that I felt like I'd been stranded in the desert for three months. He was so distant, it felt like I was going through Antarctica just to talk to him. And even worse, everytime I'd break the ice, it would just freeze over again.

I looked around the store nervously. I knew he worked here. I just didn't know when.

I took a deep breath and slowed my pace. So what? What if I see him here? What am I gonna do-
Screw up your first impression for the five thousandth time.
...oh.
(C/F) is here too. Don't forget that.
Shoot. Not him. He's too cool.

I was nearly done with getting all the stuff. It took longer than I expected.

I glance over at the checkout counters for the first time.
Well isn't this freaking hunky dory.
It's the both of them. Next to eachother.

I took a deep breath and looked away. He still looked the same, just....I get nervous. Just thinking I'm gonna see him somewhere makes me feel all...giggly for some reason. Seeing him, of course, heightens those emotions. It's like...he's just the guy that every hormone-raging teenage girl wants. Tall, nice body, fine hair, etc. It makes me too curious for my own good.

I was finished and I neared over to the counter. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer. My heart was being a freaking idiot, tossing and turning in my chest.

(C/N) or (C/F)? (C/N) or (C/F)!?!?

It wouldn't hurt to do it at (C/N)'s counter. It's worth all the awkwardness.

I got in line and waited for a while, practicing my words in my head.
Do I know you from somewhere? *insert cheesy smile*

Ugh, good lord. That's cringy.

What would his response be??

He smiled back kindly. "Yep!" And he continued his work.

He smiled back fakely and nodded as he started bagging stuff.

"No." He replied with a low, disinterested voice and a straight face.

He sighed exhaustingly. "Yeah." He continued his work without a word.

"Why are you here..." He muttered angrily.

"I filed a restraining order on you."

Wait, no-

"A-Agh!" I heard and suddenly looked over to see that (C/N) had almost dropped a jar of pickles. He sighed in relief and his already pink cheeks turned to red as he bagged the stuff.
"I think you should double-bag it next time." (C/F) commented with a slight smirk.

"Y-yes, of course....why didn't I know that..." (C/N) muttered. I stifled a giggle.

I tried to busy myself by reading a magazine while I was waiting. That didn't work at all.

Finally, I got there. It felt like a million freaking years. I cleared my throat.

"ᴰ-ᵈᵒ ⁱ ᵏⁿ-ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠ-ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷ-ʷʰᵉʳᵉ?" I choked out. Not loud enough.

But I saw him steal a glance at me almost instinctively, as if he heard me say it.

"Gey." I said louder than I wanted to. His eyes darted over to me and he turned a little pink.
"Hi." He greeted awkwardly and continued doing his work.

"This is going better than I expected." I muttered.

"Mmmhm." (C/F) heard me.

"(C/F)...."

"What? I'm just agreeing." He smirked.

"About what?" (C/N) stuttered.

"About how well this is going. You know, you...and, you know....her."

"Stop..."

"Alright. Anyways, it's nice to see you again, (Y/N)."

(C/N) was about to say something but fumbled over his words.

"Holy shit. (Y/N)? you're kidding me!" (C/N) smiled brightly...at me?

"No...??" I was mega confused. And I mean mega. confused.

"Holy...wow." he was speechless.

"What!?" I blushed.

"You look be-.....different..." (C/N) blushed noticeably.

"Beautiful, huh?" I smirked.

"No....maybe....yeah."

"Alright." I smiled as he finally got done bagging all the stuff. I paid for it and was about to walk out.
"(Y/N)." (C/F) ran to me.

"Yeah?" I asked.
"Here. He wants you to have his number." He gave me the number i was all too familiar with.
"I already have it. But thanks."
"No problem."

(C/F)'s POV
I walked back inside the store and glanced over at (C/N), who finally seemed normal after that whole ordeal.

"Surprised, huh?"

"Yeah...I can't even believe that's her."

"All that changed was her hairstyle and she's also wearing mascara. That is literally all that changed."

"Shut it...she looks so adorable."
"Mhm. Now get to work, you dingus."