Imagine With Me

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~IMAGINE~

You are sitting at a local cafe. You work on your computer. You are thinking about whether or not to reply to your Mom who had been constantly filling up your Messenger App with numerous messages asking about how you were doing, what you were doing and so on and so forth. You've already asked her not to. You had informed her that you'd be busy. You had finals in two months. You could not afforded to be distracted. But of course, your Mom being the Mom you know, would never actually listen to you.

Of course, the breakup with you boyfriend 5 months back was good enough of a distraction. "You're too unavailable. Both physically and emotionally." he had told you. And it's true, you were. But you thought he'd understand. You couldn't blame him though, it was not his fault. He had understood you in all the 10 years you were both together. He always put you first, he always agreed to you, understood you. Only so much a person can be selfless no? After a while, it gets one sided and toxic, like it was in your case. In this case, you being the toxicity. And quite frankly you saw it coming. You chose this, you chose your career and future before him, you brought this onto yourself, it's your fault. And you have no right to blame him. You knew it was a bad idea falling in love with your best friend in high school. You knew it. But you couldn't help it. You couldn't help falling in love with him. You still do. But you let him slip through your fingers. And now you have to deal with your Mom too.

You sigh. You check out one message from between a presumably million ones. She was asking if you if you were eating good food and not junk food, she also asked whether you were eating enough meat to give you 'proteins'. You groan in your seat. Your Mom already knows that you don't eat meat, and that you're a fully vegetarian and piscetarian. Again, Mom doesn't listen to you. You get pissed and you close the laptop a little harshly.

You rub your face in frustration and then look up to meet your eyes with a glorious sight. You see a boy, about your age, but dang, he was the most handsome, beautiful, cute and sexy boy you had ever seen. He had luscious pink lips, small beautiful Asian eyes, those almond shaped ones, his hair was a bright peach, with a dash of red in between, and his skin looked so soft it reminded you of the time you ate mochis back when you were in Korea. You wish you could sit and stare. Only two problems. One, you were still pissed enough to not to stare and gawk at a random stranger, you had work to finish. Two, the guy was staring RIGHT AT YOU.

I really don't know where to start it this time. I guess start it here?

~Start song here~

Your eyes widen when you see him smirking at you. You look behind yourself to see no one else sitting there. You gulp down harshly. You look back at him to see that he was still smirking. And then he licked his bottom lip seductively. You understood his intentions, and you immediately fished for your phone inside your jeans pocket and scrolled through it, trying to act subtle. It didn't help that he walked right over to you and sit down in front of you. You wished you hadn't shut off your laptop, at least that could've been a barrier between you and the insanely good looking boy. You could see his smirk through your peripheral. It was like he was saying, put your handphone away and look at me now, that's the vibe you got from him.

You covered your face back with the your Chimmy mask, feeling rather insecure. You pretended not to see him and got on with packing your stuff. He laughed seeing you hurrying in packing. You flushed, knowing that he understood what you were doing and that you had indeed noticed his presence and were ignoring him. You jump suddenly. You look at your hand that was clasped by his own hand. You looked over to his face, and you felt like you'd combust on the spot. His grey, stormy eyes stared right into yours. For all you could know, he could be an idol or something, that's how insanely good looking he was. You decided to code name him Mr. Good Looking.

You snatched your hand back away from him when reality hit you and slung your backpack over your shoulder and scurried out of the cafe. You were still blushing and it didn't help that the part where his hand held yours only moments ago, started to burn. You looked back after walking a few metres from the cafe to see him following you, his hands in his pockets, that stupid smirk still on his face. You panicked and turned around a corner and hid there. After a good while, you slowly looked over to see if he was still there. You looked and saw the usual crowded streets. No peach hair anywhere. You sighed in relief.

"Looks like I lost him."

"Okay."

You jump again for the second time today. You see him next to you on the other side. You were glad you didn't shriek out on his face but you were still pretty shocked.

"You're here?!!"

"Yes." he said casually and you wanted to hit your brain for being attracted to him saying such a simple word. He leaned in towards you and slapped his hands against the wall of the building behind you, trapping you inside his hold. You gulped once again. You were so close to him, you could ven smell him. Dang it, nose you scold your amazing nose as it took in his intoxicating scent. Strawberries. You could almost imagine big strawberries just by smelling him. Sweet and luscious ones. Just like his lips. You stared right at him and him right at you. Once it started to get awkward more than it already was, you nervously laughed. It didn't help that he didn't laugh back and started leaning his face over to yours. Your eyes widened and you pushed him off and escaped underneath through his arm.

You could hear his laugh ringing in your ears behind him. It would've been creepy to anyone else seeing it, and quite frankly, it is indeed creepy to you, but the only thing that's stopping you from smashing his nose in in self defense is his beautiful face. You do not want to ruin that face. You run onto the streets and curse when you find where you are in right now. You're in the Carnival. Shit, you murmur to yourself. You were in Rio de Janario by the way. You find dancers and floats coming your way. The dancers scoop you up and dance their way with you. It's harder to stay away from Mr. Good Looking now, since all the performers in this section had peach coloured hair.

You glance back once again and you don't see him anywhere. You make your way through the huge float of that blue macaw whom you had seen in an animated movie but whose name you had forgotten. You push around through the dancers, some glaring, some laughing, some bored and some just dancing their ass of. One among the "dancing their asses off" grabs you and spins you around. You go with the flow knowing that they'll let go of you after they spin you. But not this one. He spun you forth....

And pulled you right back.

Making. You. Fall. Onto. His. Chest.

You smell the familiar scent of strawberries. You didn't get time to curse when he spun you again, and this time, turning the dance into a tango. The dancers glare at the both of you for ruining their choreography, but they cheer up once they hear the crowd roaring on seeing you dance with him. You finally give in. You were done running around. You were tired. Or maybe it wad because of how his hands slowly and dangerously went down from your hip to your inner thighs. For which reason it was, you'll probably never know. As you were getting in the mood, your adrenaline rushing in, you were spun around once again, and this time, to face him. You take a good look at his face once again. His seductive and full lips, his taunting eyes, his lustful gaze, everything. You were leaning in unconsciously into his lips when he closed you eyes with his hand. You were taken aback but nevertheless you stood still. You felt his breath on your lips. You could hear the crowd roaring. And then you hear a chuckle and you feel his hand leaving your eyes. You open your eyes.

You're back at the cafe, and you see the barista laughing at you. You look at yourself. You had drool at the tip of your lips and your hand had impressions of your hair on it as if you had kept your head on it for a long time. You groan once again.

Just a goddamn dream.

~Song ends here~

Sksksks I actually laughed while dreaming this lol😂😂