𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Wouldn't work out. | ;)

(Better - Khalid)
[Hello there, angels. I haven't written a proper imagine in over two months buttttt here I am. I also wrote this when I was super tired, so if there are any grammar mistakes oops lol. I also wrote half of this in july soooooo. KK love yall gn]

You were best friends. Inseparable. Both raised by a sociopathic, alcoholic excuse of parents, you both ran away with each other, or yet. That was your dream.
You and JJ met in second grade. You had lots in common. You both loved cartoons, specifically Spongebob. You'd always invite him to your small house, not too far from school, to watch the newest episode. You two were close.
After being close, you had caught feelings. Feelings you couldn't express. You liked JJ. Fuck, you liked JJ so damn much.
You wanted to tell him--you wanted to tell him so bad.
But you couldn't.
He had a girlfriend.
He had a damn girlfriend.
Kiara. She was beautiful. Flawless. Pitch Perfect.
No one is perfect, yet here she was. Her hair, her body. She was perfect. The definition of fucking perfect.
It enraged you. Seeing her lips attached to his, fuck. It made you envious.
Your eyes managed to glare at the couple, his arms wrapped around her waist as his chin laid gently on her shoulder. You grabbed a beer—your fourth beer of the night.
You never drank much, but fuck. You needed to get drunk, so drunk you can't remember your name.
JJ noticed. He soon made a concerned expression on his face, watching you grab your fourth beer.
Your fourth beer soon turned into a fifth, and a fifth turned into a sixth. Before you managed to grab another one, he unwrapped his arms around Kiara, excusing himself. He made his way to you. You were drunk. Completely fucking drunk. ''Hey, y/n'' JJ smiled. You smiled back. ''Hey, JJ'' you giggled. ''Hey, um. You needa' ride home? Or at least to my place. My dads' outta' town for work. We gotta place to ourselves''
''No, I'm good. Just about to grab another beer actually''
He nodded.
"You okay, Y/N. You never drink this much''
You hesitate.
"Fine. Just school's a pain in the ass, y'know?''
''Y/N...it's summer vaca- you sure you're okay, Y/N? I think you should go home.''
''I said I'm fucking fine, JJ. Hop off my dick'' You mumbled, grabbing yet again another beer.
"You had enough y/n'' JJ said, grabbing the beer out of your hand.
"Fuck off, JJ'' You yell.
He pressed his lips in a firm line, worry plastered on his face.
''Did your mom do something, Y/N?''
''For the last time. Fuck off. Go back to Kiara, i'm fucking fine.''
''Alright,'' He said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to John B's rusty Volkswagen. ''What the fuck?''
''What is your problem, Y/N? Is it John B? Kiara? Is it me, Y/N? Tell me.''
You said nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a word.
"I like you.''
''What?'' he said, his blue eyes connecting to your e/c eyes.
''I like you. Fuck. I fucking love you, JJ''
Silence. Complete Silence.
The van starts. Though, not a goddamn word. Not one.
''That's it? Nothing?''
''What do you want me to say, Y/N'' His voice, now soft.
''I don't know--''
"I'm with Kiara. You know that. We're happy.''
You didn't say anything.
"I'd break your heart y/n. I'd break your heart so fucking bad. I like you. I've always liked you. I just can't stand seeing you heartbroken y/n. And knowing myself, I wouldn't be committed. I'd do something fucked up. So fucked up that we wouldn't be friends.''
You were speechless.
''Then why are you with-''
''Because I love her. I'm better because of her, Y/N.''
''You wouldn't be better with me?''
''Jesus-Fuck Y/N. I don't like you, okay? we just wouldn't be-we just wouldn't work out''
His cheeks, now red.
''Fuck- I didn't mean''
"Let me out of the fucking car, JJ.''
''Y/N''
''Stop the fucking car'' You yelled.
The car came to a halt.
''Y/N''
You slammed the car door shut.
Fuck.