Crush x Reader- The Boy You Wish You Knew

I don't know him, I only seem to follow him on Instagram and yet... Somehow he entices me. He's about 2 years older than me, if not 1 year older. I don't even know which year he's in. Dammit.



I see him. His hair flops over his forehead to only reveal his lips, nose and eyes. His eyes.... They were soothing. I wanted to look a little. However I could never talk to him considering his popularity far excelled mine, how do you even talk to a stranger anyway?



He's behind me. I swear he doesn't even live in this town.... I haven't slept the entire day! "I'm really thirsty!" I shouted aloud. Whoops. I couldn't hear myself as I had headphones in.

 I turned around to see if C/N had heard me. To my delight he was gone. Which was kinda weird since I hadn't seen him go past me. Or maybe he lives on this street?

Awh I wish I had seen which house he went in....

I kept my eyes on the path and yet I couldn't see a thing.

The vast view before me slowly dispersed, I had felt my legs go weak and jagged as if my shins had been sliced in half by an Argos scooter.

I wake up. To find myself in a dark/dimly lit room. The only thing that was keeping the room luminous was an 1800s light bulb hanging from the musky ceiling. It felt weird... It was a basement.