Charlie Puth Imagines {COMPLETE}

the prettiest girl || crush

Imagine: school crush
Age: HS
Type: cute, confessing feelings
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You had been invited to the most popular New Year's party in your whole high school. You were really looking forward to it because your crush was going and he was super hot so of course you wanted to go and romantically kiss him.

You curled your hair and put on a pair of ripped jeans and a pretty creamy white sweater and then you put your hair half-up in a part-ponytail and then you left the house after putting on your favorite finishing touch, your Nike Air Force 1s.

You nervously drove over to this person's house, thinking of all the possible ways that kiss could go down. You almost even ran a red light, you were so into your thoughts. You were so excited to see him.

Unfortunately, the excitement ended at that. You weren't very good friends with your crush. You could only admire him from a distance. You had been trying to think of ways to talk to him, but nothing you came up with seemed natural.

When you got to the house, you knew it was the right one because cars were parked up and down the street and the porch light was on. You had never been to one of these parties, so you weren't exactly sure what to expect.

You timidly walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. No one answered for about 10 seconds, and you were a little nervous that this was the wrong house. That was always your biggest fear.

But just as you were about to walk away, none other than your crush answered the door. His eyes glimmered in the porch light and he smiled at you.

"This, uh, this isn't my house," he said in a goofy tone.

"Umm, yeah," you replied softly, giggling nervously. You were such an idiot. Probably the biggest idiot here.

"You're Y/N, right?" He asked, leading you inside.

"Yes."

"Ok. The same girl I was lab partners with last September," he said, remembering accurately.

"Yup," you replied again.

"Cool. And I'm Charlie," he added quickly.
"I didn't forget."

"Good, great. Food is in the kitchen, I'm not really sure what was ordered, to be honest."

"Ok, thanks."

"Alright. See you around."

"Yeah. See ya," you shyly finished, going to the kitchen. You looked around for some of your friends, but there didn't seem to be anyone you really knew well enough to hang out with here.

There were so many pretty girls, though. The prettiest ones in your grade. Why had you been invited?

You popped open a Coke to keep you awake tonight, but this was getting boring. The music wasn't even that good. Charlie was hardly paying any attention to you and you were pretty sure that kiss wasn't happening tonight.

But just as you were about to leave, the microphone was attached to the speaker and the host, Tucker, began to talk.

He began to explain the rules of his legendary party game to any newcomers. You already knew all the rules and you had heard all about this game from your older sister.

This game was the game that really decided whether you were pretty or not. The most popular and hot boys invited had to sort out all the girls into groups and then each boy there had to pick a girl to kiss.

You had forgotten about this game, though! What if this was how it happened?! What if you got to kiss Charlie?!

But what if you had to kiss another boy you didn't like or hardly even know? Or worse, what if no one wanted to kiss you?