𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

03; jonah marais's sister✔️

Jonah Marais's Sister

Imagine 3:
Daniel pov

How could I not fall in love with the freckled girl? My heart continuously beats faster when I'm around her. She's a people pleaser— everyone beams with happiness when she walks into a room. It was foolish of me to believe I could have her, when any boy in the world could have her?

It's a daily routine— frowning at thought of not having her, but then, sheepishly smiling at the picture of her hand comfortably in mine. I wasn't one to enjoy the sappiness of such a cliché boy crush, but I've grown accustomed to it. And, anyway, sappy romances is what the beautiful girl enjoyed, so the boys, her, and I watch those movies on Monday, a special night saved specifically for spending time together.

Our shared house is a large mansion, completely filled with me, the other four boys, and her. We call it our Cozy Warehouse, a name made up solely from Y/n.

She's so cute, loyal to everyone, kind, and all around wonderful. If I could, I would stare at the girl for an eternity, but the consequence would be slightly embarrassing and shameful— she would notice my eyes on hers and happily smile back, as if I wasn't creepily looking at her the whole day. Aid it possible that she even notices me as more than a friend? That I would happily take a bullet for her, even if I bled out? It was unlikely, but there was a small piece of hope left in my heart, just siting there, waiting patiently.

I can just imagine a happy life I would have if I were with her. Holding hands while watching, but also not watching, some random movie. Saturday's would most definitely be our date night. Sundays would be all cuddles and no work. She makes me smile and I can't tell her for a couple of idiotic reasons:

1. She probably doesn't like me.

2. She's too good for me.

3. She's Jonahs sister.

Jonah would kill me if he found out I had a crush on his sister. I just want to ki-

Oh- oh! She's coming;what do I do? Erm, act cool, Daniel.

"Hey Dani," she smiles, and I melt at the name— I love when she calls me that.

"Hey, Y/n," I smile back, watching her cheeks flare slightly, heating up— possibly from the heat outside.

"Wanna watch a movie since we're the only ones home?" We're the only ones home? This is my chance— I've had a crush on her for far too long without telling her. So I swallow a rising ball of bile in my throat and stand up.

"Erm, actually can I talk to you?" I scratch at the back of my neck nervously, hoping she'll say yes.

"Of course, I'm an open book!" I nod; how do you tell a girl that you've loved her for a while? That you can't fall asleep without dreaming of their smile?

"U-uh- I umm, I need to tell you something," I bluntly stutter, proving my nerves more. She smirks, but it quickly turns into a full-witted smile.

"Daniel, you can tell me anything. I'm not going to judge you, you know that." Her voice is light, comforting, as if I'm about to tell her my whole life story and all the childhood trauma I possibly endured back then.

"I like, well, lo- love you, Y/n, I always have. Ever since Jonah introduced me to you, I knew I felt something special. You're amazing, and I l- love you. You're my best friend, hell, my favorite person in the world. I can talk to you about anything and you wouldn't judge you. You're perfect and I-" Before I could finish I felt a pair of lips on mine. Is this really happening? It can't be.

Her lips are lush against mine, the slight curve on her top life savoring me fully, suctioning me into her mouth. Her tongue is met with mine, and the cliché butterflies start flying around my stomach with happiness. I sigh into the kiss joyously, putting my hands on her hips and pulling her impossibly closer. Her body presses against mine and the feeling of her hands in my hair become nearly too much. Before the awaiting kiss becomes explicit, I pull back, breathing in and out heavily.

"You have no idea how long I was waiting to do that," she says and smiles; the biggest smile I have ever seen, might I add.

"R- really?" I stutter nervously. My cheeks burn with the heat of lust and embarrassment, but she smiles reassuringly, silently telling me that it's okay to feel such romantic feelings towards her.

"Of course Dani, you're more than perfect, I l- love you too," she whispers, her voice softer than usual— a coat of lust clearly covering her voice like a soft blanket.

"You do?" I ask excitement filled in my voice.

"Of course," she practically beams like the sun, her lips still slightly swollen from the friction my lips accustomed her to.

"Does that mean you will go out with me?" The stumbling over words is shameful, but my tongue is tied, my mind still rewinding the picture of our kiss multiple times, slowly torturing me.

"No."

"Oh." There was a clear disappointment in my voice, but I briefly knew this was only my fever dream, and she didn't actually like me romantically.

"Just kidding," she waves her hand in the air like she was swatting a big away, "yes I would."

"I hate you," I say jokingly, pulling her back into my chest and holding her tight, before pecking her forehead with love.

"Hmm. Really? Because I'm pretty sure you just said you loved me," she smirks snuggly, recalling my previous words. But I smile despite the comeback.

"That's because I do love you, Y/n Y/m/n Marais," I reply cockily.

"Well, that's good because I love you too, Daniel James Seavey."

We pull each other into a kiss until a loud BOOM echoed through the living room. Me and Y/n pull apart to look and see what it was.

"What the hell are you doing with my sister?!"

Oops.

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edited: 04/05/22

BYE— THE AMOUNT OF THE WRONG YOUR'S MADE ME SO EMBARRASSED WHILST EDITING. LIKE, WHY DID I POST THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE???

ANYWAYS.

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