Charlie Puth Imagines {COMPLETE}

baseball game || boyfriend

Imagine: boyfriend
Age: HS/college/early 20s
Type: he's a cute bf, takes care of you
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It was the best time of the year, in your opinion.

A/N: i actually hate spring like the pollen and the end of the school year and the stress of exams and the weather seems to be awful all the time anyways comment your favorite season :)

Springtime! The weather was cool, but transitioning into warmth. The days were lengthening, trees were blooming, and of course, baseball.

Your city had one of the best baseball teams out there. They won practically every game. The games served as fantastic date nights for you and your boyfriend, Charlie.

Tonight was the first game of the season and you were pumped. Charlie was coming to your house to pick you up at 6:30 tonight.

At 5:30, you began to get ready. You showered, blew your hair dry, french braided it, put some makeup on, and got dressed to go to the game. You knew it would still get pretty chilly after the sun went down, so you wore jeans and packed a hoodie, even though you knew Charlie hated when you brought hoodies.

He didn't like it when you packed hoodies because he loved to give you his whenever you got cold. You knew he would get dramatic about it and beg you to leave it in the car, but you brought it anyways.

Charlie came to your house at 6:30 on the dot, and you got into the car.

"Hi, Y/N! Are you excited? I know it's your favorite time of year," he smiled.

"I'm so excited," you replied, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Did you bring a hoodie?" He asked, frowning as he drove out of the neighborhood. You hesitated.

"Yes."

"Why?" He whined.

"Because it's supposed to get down into the mid-40s tonight! Charlie, you need your hoodie and so I brought one for myself so you could keep yours."

"Y/N, it gives me so much joy to give you mine. Please don't take that away from me," he begged. "It makes me feel like such a good boyfriend when I get to take off my hoodie and give it to my favorite girl." You sighed in defeat, knowing he had won.

"Fine," you gave in. He smiled.

"Thank you."

"I guess," you grinned. "If it means that much to you."

You pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car and found your seats in the stadium before sitting down.

Just as you predicted, it got cold and you began to shiver and Charlie quickly gave you a warm hug and then took off his sweatshirt and gave it to you. You warmed up quickly and he smiled proudly.

"Thanks, Charlie."

"You're welcome, baby."
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