ST and IT Imagines

Job Offer - Wyatt Oleff

   "Good morning." I hear next to me.
  I turn to see my best friend, Wyatt walking next to me out of school.
   "Woah, you scared me." I nervously say, walking out the school in a rush. 
"Why are you such in a rush?" Wyatt asks me, confused.
  I grab my bike off the rack and hop onto it.
   "I can't tell you why. Just...bye." I say, riding home.
   As soon as I make it home, I drop my bike.
   I run into my house and slam the door shut.
  I jump onto my bed, making sure to lock my bedroom door.
   I'm moving tonight and I don't know how to tell Wyatt..im moving.
  "Y/N!" I hear from downstairs.
"What?!" I call out, leaning against my bed.
   I hear mumbling and then footsteps coming up to the stairs. 
  Then a knock on my door, making me jump up in shock.
   "Y/N..." I hear from outside my door.
  "Who is it?" I ask, calling out.
"Wyatt. Can I come in?" He asks.
  "I uh..." I look at my ground to see a thermometer as I was sick last week.
  "I'm sick," I say, grabbing the thermometer and putting it under the door. "See?"
  "Come on, can you just talk to me?" Wyatt asks softly. "I'm worried about you."
  I sit against the door. "I can't. It hurts too much....to say."
   "Y/N...just tell me." He says, putting his hand on the door.
  "I love you," I mumble.
"You what?" Wyatt asks me.
   "I'm not saying it again." I stand up.
  "Can you open the door please?" He asks me.
   "But...-" "open the door. That's all I want."
   I open the door only for a pair of lips to connect to mine.
   Then slowly move away.
"I love you more."
   "But...im moving tonight," I say, looking up in his brown eyes.
  His hand slowly moves away from my face.
  His smile fades away.
  "Your...moving?" He asks.
I nod, biting my lip. Trying not to cry.
  "You can't. We just kissed and-" he pauses. "I know. I'm sorry." I say.
  He walks away, looking at me hurt.
  "Bye Y/N." He says, walking away.
   "Wait, Wyatt," I say, chasing after him.
He shuts the front door in my face.
   "Y/N." I hear my mom say behind me.
  "Yeah, mom?" I ask, looking at the ground.
  "Honey, Dads not taking the job offer. We're not moving." She says.
  "Really?" I ask.
"Yeah, go get him now." She winks.
  I smile and open the front door.
I run outside and look for Wyatt to see him grabbing his bike.
  "Wyatt!" I call out and chase him as he rides his bike down the sidewalk.
  "What?" He asks.
"I'm not moving." I smile. "My dad's not taking the job offer."
  "Really?" He smiles.
"Yeah."
    "Come on, hop on. We're going to my house." He says.
"But...my mom." I giggle. 
  "She wouldn't mind. She can call my mom." He says.
  "Okay, fine." I grin, hopping on.