Original Magcon Imagines

My crush said what? - Jack Johnson

“It doesn’t matter how you look, what your weight is or how much make up you put on. The right guys will love you for what’s inside.”

 

I can’t take this anymore. Bullying sucks. I don’t want to live in this stinking place anymore. I want to die.

I got up from my bed and walk towards my bathroom, while tears roll down my eyes. I grab my good-ole-friend razor from the bottom drawer. More tears came out of my eyes as I sit down on the cold wooden floor. I placed my friend against my skin then I suddenly heard my phone rang multiple times. I ignore it but it keeps ringing.

I groan loudly and grab my phone from the counter. All the texts are from my crush of 4 years. Jack Johnson. Why would he text me though? He’s the most popular kid in the school yet he texted me for the first time. We have most of classes together and we talked a bit but not a long deep conversation. He asked me for my number one day but he never texted me before. When I’m the one who’s texting him, he never replied. The first day we talked, I started having feelings for him. But I know he’ll never like me back.

I open the messages he send me. There are about 10 messages but I didn’t bother reading them all. All I read is the last message that he sent me.

Y/n! Stop what you’re doing and look outside your window. Please.

Why would he want me to look outside? There’s nothing interesting outside this time of the night. I’ll go look anyways.

I wipe all my tears by the back of my hand and got myself together. I took a few sniffs and put my hair in a ponytail. I put my sweater back on and hide my razor back to the cabinet. I walk outside the bathroom and to my room.

I walk towards my bedroom window, and there he was, standing outside in a tux with a dozen roses in his hand. He looks up to my room and smile. I quietly walk out of my room and to the stairs. Making no sounds, I finally got outside of the house.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I reach his spot.

“Did you do anything suicidal?” he asks instead, totally ignoring my question.

“Almost,” I reply, looking down.

He places his hand on my chin and lifts my head up. Our eyes lock to each other. He then places both of his hands on my cheeks and pulls me in and kisses me. A spark lit between our bodies as I kiss him back.

I don’t know what to do with my hands. To be honest, this has been my first kiss and I’ve never experience this feeling before. I thought I’m going to grow old alone or die early so I didn’t really think that my first kiss would happen. But I was wrong.

He grabs both of my arms as a spark went through my spine. He wraps it around his neck then places his hands on my waist. We pull away from each other and he rest his forehead against mine.

“Y/n, you need to know that I’ve always love you since we started high school,” he starts, giving me the dozen flowers. “The first day we met, I know that you’re the one for me. I know that I wanted to be with you forever. I know that you’re the one who I’m going to call mine. I’ve always care about you and I never stop. I tried standing up for you when people bully you but I always get stopped by my friends. You don’t deserve to suffer like this because you’re the greatest and the beautiful person I’ve ever met. Y/n I don’t know what I would do to myself when you’re gone. I need you. I need you to keep me happy every day. Everytime I see your face, it always brightens my day and I never get tired of looking at you because you’re gorgeous. If I can’t see you again, I’ll do everything just to be with you. For now on, I’ll always be by your side no matter what and I’ll help you get through hard things. I promise that. Now promise me that you’ll never selfharm yourself anymore? Please y/n, promise me.”

More tears roll down my eyes as I pull him in for a hug. He put his hands on my armpit and picks me up, so we’re at the same height.

“I won’t selfharm anymore,” I cry at the crook of his neck, as he leaves kisses on my neck giving me chills. “And I love you too. I always have.”

“Really?” he surprisingly asks, pulling away from the hug and I smile then nod my head. “I love you more.”

“What are the flowers for though?” I ask, getting off of him.

“I want you to know that I’ll love you until the last flower died,” he smirks, grabbing my hand and entwine it with his.

I looked down to the flowers he gave me then I notice that one of the flowers is fake and plastic.