#imaginingmoreno

[newspaperchickmats-blog]

Text ⇨ Imogen

Katie: Can I ask you for a tiny favor?

Katie: Perhaps it's not so tiny when I really think about it, but I'm hoping you'll hear me out regardless.

[newspaperchickmats-blog]

Greetings, Miss Matlin. I was wondering if you could do me a bit of a favor? I feel awful for asking but you're the most organized person that I know so I trust you 110% with this mission, should you choose to accept it. Do you think I could borrow your notes for class tomorrow? I won't be there and I don't want to miss a beat when I get back the next day.

Of course you could, absolutely. I can make copies of them for you to keep, if you like. My handwriting is legible, so no worries there. Don’t tell me that flu got a hold of you too.

[blithelybecky]

imaginingmoreno replied to your post:My darling Beckster, I'm here on very serious business. Would you like to come over to my place for a sleepover this weekend?

Oh, right. Um, I was afraid of that. Well, you could just say you’re staying at a friend’s. That isn’t a lie. Unless they’ll ask you a bazillion questions…

But wouldn't omitting the friend's name constitute as a lie? They're very thorough when I stay over somewhere. They need an address, home and cell numbers, practically everything except their blood type and social security number. Something tells me they'd get those as well if they could.

[blithelybecky]

My darling Beckster, I'm here on very serious business. Would you like to come over to my place for a sleepover this weekend?

Dearest Immykins, 

I really do love the idea of this, but I’m not sure how well it would go over with my parents.

[written-by-eli-blog]

imaginingmoreno replied to your post: Dear roomie, you are cordially invited to join one Miss Imogen Moreno for a night of Harry Potter goodness this evening. This life changing event will be held in our living room where there will be a wonderful fort and tons of goodies to munch on! -Sincerely, Immy

I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to sucker you into one with me but better late than never. Elijah Goldsworthy, do you not know me at all? Ice cream is right at the top of the list followed by candy. Oops, I needed extra fluff!

You're making me feel as though I'm agreeing to something I might regret. Cookies and cream or I'm hanging out with Adam tonight instead.

I walked into my room and I swear, I thought it had been ransacked but the rest of the apartment was left untouched. You even took my sheet, Moreno. You got me paranoid for a moment there.

[written-by-eli-blog]

Dear roomie, you are cordially invited to join one Miss Imogen Moreno for a night of Harry Potter goodness this evening. This life changing event will be held in our living room where there will be a wonderful fort and tons of goodies to munch on! -Sincerely, Immy

Dear roomie, 

It shouldn’t shock me at all that you’re inviting me to a Harry Potter marathon. Although I’d prefer a different movie (I’d say anything horror but we both know you’re too cowardly for it) I would love to attend this event. Mostly because of the snacks you’re promising. Ice cream better be on the menu.

Sincerely, Eli.

P.S. It makes sense now, why you stole all the pillows and blankets from my bedroom. I thought maybe you were just going through a weird spell for a bit.

[themills97]

But It's Better If You Do || imaginingmoreno

Owen: was enduring something one might refer to as a dry spell as of late. He couldn't remember the last time a girl had so much as looked his way, a fact he was recently lamenting. With the rest of the perks that accompanied being an Ice Hound, he assumed one of the biggest benefits would be the opportunity to get it in whenever he wanted, with whatever girls he wanted. There was definitely something to said about the popularity garnered from the experience but it hadn't been enough to make a move on anyone specific. Hearing about the most recent fundraiser for student council, he realized the situation could work in his favor. Every athlete at the school was placed in a raffle, anonymously paired up with a willing participant to go on a blind date with. The possibilities were endless for who he could be matched up with but one thing was a definite- puck bunnies wouldn't be in short supply. For the night Owen dressed to the nines, sans the sneakers he wore out of nothing but inexcusable laziness. Aside from that, he knew he'd cleaned up well and it was enough to deem himself ready to leave. Upon arriving at the restaurant, he couldn't help but peer around curiously at the arriving classmates, each girl wandering in looking hotter than the last. To his immature delight, the number he'd gotten was sixty nine, Owen then finding the table and settling down at it. Whoever his date was hadn't arrived yet but that was no matter, seeing as though he knew she'd be well worth the wait. Crossing his arms about his front, he waited for her arrival, his foot tapping impatiently beneath the table.