Payton Moormeier~ Imagines

Chapter One: The Fight Part One

I wake up from a peaceful sleep do to a nightmare, it was about my best friend, Payton Moormeier, he was getting kidnapped. I took no mind of it because it was just a dream. I walked downstairs out of my room into my kitchen(everyone in this story is around 20 so they have their own house and don't have to mess with school and shit). I start to make breakfast but hear something moving. I thought it was my cat so I continued to make breakfast.
I was wearing a crop-top hoodie, and short shorts with bananas on them. My hair was in a messy bun, I wasn't wearing any makeup because I had just woke up. I hear the noise again and check to see if my cat is ok. I sort of jump when I notice it's not my cat, it's someone on my couch moving in their sleep. I look to see who and I see a familiar face laying there. It's my best friend Payton. I kind of stare at him for a bit until he opens his eyes, his sweet, kind eyes. He didn't know this but I had a massive crush on him. When he opened his eyes, we both blushed majorly!

Payton: "Liking the view?" He says blushing but still smirking. I blush more.
Y/n: "Shut up Payton... what are you doing here?" I say playfully punching him. I ask him not annoyed that he's here, but still curious. I notice tears start to form in his beautiful hazel eyes. That's the greatest thing about Payton, he isn't afraid to show emotion, he's not afraid to show affection, and he's certainly not afraid to cry.
Payton: " My mom and sister got in a big fight.... I didn't exactly hear what it was about, but they were yelling..." He says his voice cracking majorly. He starts to cry. I pull him in for a hug. He looks at me in a way he never has before and I remember something he told me. He has a thing for girls who put there hair in messy buns. He blushes, I start to take my hair out, but he slightly grabs my wrist to stop me.

It was my turn to blush

Payton: "Y/n you're beautiful you know that?" He asks me still blushing furiously.
Y/n: "Do you want some breakfast?" I ask Payton ignoring what he just said. He nodded his head and told me he was going to take a shower. I had forgotten that he takes the fastest showers in the world, and I was cooking breakfast, while singing...
In the middle of my song, I hear Payton's adorable laugh. I spin around so fast I almost fell down. I blush, spinning back around slowly continuing breakfast. I hear him walking, thinking he was going to get dressed, but he walks up behind me, and puts his arms around my waist.
Payton: "Nice shorts," he mumbles, as I remember that my shorts show off half of my ass.
Y/n: "Goddammit..." I whisper under my breath.
Payton: "I'm gonna go get dressed," he says letting go of my waist. At first I hurry to put my hands on his to keep his arms around my waist, but the I remember he is only in a towel.
Y/n: "ok..." I say letting go of his hands.
He laughs his, usual, Payton Moormeier laugh. That laugh will kill me one day.

   I finish breakfast and make me and Payton a plate. I put a bit more food on his plate because I know, that boy can eat. I go to the bathroom, knocking on the door, thinking he is in there. But no one opens the door. So I open it. Nobody's in there. I pick up his dirty clothes, and throw on his sweatshirt that he was wearing. Knowing it would cover my butt, and because it smelled like Payton. I walk to my room, open the door, and there lyes Payton, asleep on my bed, shirtless...