Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Make your move} J.M

He laid on the bed as you paced back and forth. He listened to your ranting for hours on end, never getting bored or irritated with you because he knew how much it meant. He also couldn't get enough of your voice.

"I just don't know what's wrong with me," the words came out of your mouth before you realized what you done. Jonah hated it when you talked negative about yourself, he saw no reason for it. To him, you were simply the most gorgeous human being ever.

"No." It was all he said. Usually he would be playful about it, always telling you how he would lock you in a room full of mirrors till you saw how beautiful you really were. The behaviour struck you as odd, but you let it slide and pressed on

"Yes. Don't you think it's a little weird for me, an 18 year old girl, to have never been kissed? Not even at a party." You tried making him see your point, but he looked uncomfertable.

"Well, about that," he hesitated, "I kinda told all the guys to back off and that anyone who so much as looked at you would be in trouble," he shied away from your furious gaze, he didn't like it when you were mad at him, but this time it felt pretty reasonable.

"Why would you?" you didn't sound mad, just a little hurt. It felt like you were stripped of the full 'highschool experience' because he never allowed your first kiss.

"Because of reasons," he stated simply.

"Reasons that need to be said, now" you added, holding a hint of dominance in your voice.

Jonah didn't like that. He was the alpha, the top dog and no one bossed him around.

"No." He crawled off your bed and took long strides across the room. Once he was standing in front of you, you made sure to stand your ground.

"Yes, Jonah. It's the least you can do since you scared everyone away from me." He towered over you of course, just so that if you wanted to, you could stand on your tippy toes and your noses would almost aline.

"Fine! I did it because I didn't want you to be with someone other then me. I was to scared to lose you to some douche who you use you and then dump you. I know they aren't good for you, but I know I am." he looked mad. He had no reason to be mad, but he was.

Caught up in his rage, Jonah didn't notice how he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, or how his head hung low to yours. What he did notice, however, was how much he wanted to kiss you.

"Jonah," you didn't know what this was, if he was just being an overprotective friend, or if he maybe felt the same thing you surpressed long ago.

He shook his head, "don't."

"Don't what?" your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Don't pitty me because I was to scared to make a move, and most importantly, don't run your fingers through my hair like that unless you want trouble," his husky voice broke through his sincere one.

You hadn't noticed that you put your arms around his neck, or how you started running fingers through his messed up hair.

"Well then, make your move scaredy cat."

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Was it okay?