summary: in which you think your picking up friends from back home, but in reality, it’s carrington.
*disclaimer* reader is jake’s little sister and will be in every carrington imagine i post!
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"y/n," i felt myself being shaken awake. "y/n," they called again. i opened my eyes and saw jake. "i need you to come to the airport with me, a few friends from back home are flying in," he said. "right now?" i sat up. "their flight lands in like an hour, so i wanna leave in like 30 minutes," he said. "okay," i stretched, before getting up.
i quickly put on a pair of leggings, and threw on one of carrington's hoodies he left here. he had went home about a month ago for a little mental break, which i didn't blame him one bit. i've facetimed him and everything, but it's just not the same as seeing him in person. i brushed my teeth and my hair, putting my shoes on, and making my way downstairs.
"you ready?" jake asked and i nodded, and he put his shoes on, before grabbing his keys. "let's go," he said and we made our way outside and to his car, and he started driving to the airport. "how long are they staying for?" i asked him. "i'm not sure yet, a couple days at least," he said and i nodded, looking out the window.
we eventually made it to the airport, and we got out, making our way inside. "okay, i told them we'd wait for them over at starbucks," jake said looking up from his phone, and we walked over and stood in front of starbucks. "they should be landing in like 10 minutes," jake said and i nodded. after about 15 minutes, people starting coming out of the gate.
about another 15 minutes went by, and i felt a tap on my shoulder, and i turned, assuming it was jake, but jake wasn't even looking at me. i turned my head back over, jumping when i saw someone standing right in front of me. after a second i realized it was carrington. "carrington!" i gasped, before wrapping my arms around his neck. he laughed, wrapping his arms around me, picking me up, and i wrapped my legs around his waist.
"hi baby," he said, kissing my temple, and i just held onto him tighter. "wait," i said and looked at jake. "no one from back home is coming?" i asked and he shook his head. "nope, just carrington," he smiled. i turned back to look at carrington, and he was already looking at me, smiling. "hi pretty," he smiled. "hi," i smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "you look so cute in my hoodie," he smiled, and i blushed, hiding my face in his neck.
"okay love birds, let's go home, i got your bags carrington." carrington started walking, still carrying me. "i missed you," i mumbled into his shoulder. "i missed you more, baby," he kissed my cheek and kept walking. we made it to the car, and he put me down, before giving me one more kiss, before we got in the car and made our way back home.
summary: jake, and the rest of the boys go to the biltmore hotel for a video on sam and colbys channel, what happens when they encounter a ghost, you, and he doesn't believe in it? you get irritated and start to mess with the boy
a/n: warning for description of a murder, angsty+ i love the concept of the whole platonic ghost stuff i think its really cute
words: 4.2k
the boys walked down the miserable hallway of the biltmore hotel, no color or sense of life near. sam squinted, pointing to a small plaque that reads, 'presidential suite'. colby followed behind with the camera, filming as they joked and made references.
as they arrived at the white door, the blonde opening it, everyone was in awe. the modernness mixed with the older architecture caught them off guard. peering in, they became speechless at the size of the room. "oh my god." he said, turning on the slight switch.
"what the hell this looks like our house." jake comments, taking in the white marble floor, and grand doorway.
"oh my god, there's- oh my god." corey mumbled, never having seen something so special.
"there's a library!" sam gestured to it, before they discovered it was a second story hotel room. they stepped down the spiral staircase, into the darkness of the lower floor.
jakes hands slid down the railing, it ominously chilling. he quickly realized how heavy the air was. he slowly shuffled into the shadow, noticing the muted colors of the wallpaper.
in a matter of seconds, a shiver ran down his spine, and his heart began to race. he felt a strange wetness on his forehead. touching it, he realized it was a trickle of sweat.
how was he sweating in this moment? jake was freezing, goosebumps beginning to form on his arms, it didn't piece together. he didn't like whatever he was feeling, and stepped back next to corey.
colby called out from on the bottom step of the stairs, confused why everyone was just standing rather than finding a light.
he shook his head. "colby, come down here, go into that room with the light off." him and corey encouraged.
"i literally got scared when i went into it." jake admitted, usually never being effected by the paranormal this intensely.
colby sighed, before walking towards the next room. he closed his eyes for a second, immediately feeling what the other had, and he retreated back to the group, frightened. "i just got chills, man." he mumbled.
"no seriously, this downstairs is weird" sam stated, touching the walls as he tried to locate the switch, before giving up and using lanterns.
they began to explore the large area, feeling a change in the atmosphere. colby observed a door he hadn't spotted before. he called over his friends, before creaking open the door softly.
sam realized that the room was on both of the most haunted floors, making it a point to the camera.
as the boys investigated the room, either messing with the antique elevator, or opening closets and cracking jokes, you stirred.
hearing a boisterous laugh, your mind became conscious, tuning into the howls from below. feeling slightly disoriented from being forcibly awoken, you were irritated to say the least.
not only did these people intrude into your hotel room, they had the nerve to be deafening.
you closed your metaphorical eyes, you imagined yourself elsewhere, wishing out of all places your spirit was attached to it wasn't this one.
the laughs stopped, and you propped an eye open, confused. then you heard the same voices, but in a much more professional tone. they sounded like poor actors. if they were actors in your day, they would not succeed.
their serious voices sounded immature, they weren't even using the correct grammar, infact things they said didn't sound like words.
typically, when people stayed in the presidential suite, you tried to keep distance, not wanting to intimidate them, however these people had you drawn in.
soon enough, it was completely silent and you heard the door shut to the hotel. they had left, most likely to explore. as they were talking to something, it almost sounding like an audience, you overheard them and assumed they were ghost hunters of some sort.
perhaps you should follow, you thought to yourself.
over the years of being attached to the biltmore hotel, many paranormal investigators have come and gone, and most times they call out for you. feeling the need to impress and give these peoples lives meaning, you'll normally mess with their devices or move things around the room.
you've met some determined and cool individuals, and only wished you could leave like them, the thing you despised most was being stuck here.
the closest thing to leaving, was trailing behind guests and pretending you could be apart of their life. so you did was you generally do and follow along.
finally coming close to them, you saw their faces. you predicted they were all the same age, maybe a year or so apart at the most, probably in their very early twenties, and that they had been friends for some time.
you could see the faded yellow aura that hung around them, indicating they had a close friend relationship. looking even closer you saw purple floating with them too, a sign that they were fearful of what's to come.
one thing about them you couldn't understand. a blonde boy was holding onto a piece of equipment, you assumed a camera, but the odd thing about it was how they all looked into it and made conversation, as if there was a bunch of small people inside.
you weren't born dead yesterday, you understood that there was now something labeled as the internet, and that there was social media, however you couldn't acknowledge all of it, your mind not capable. so you moved on, and just tried to learn about the camera on the way.
the group had eventually gotten around, looking into tunnels and secret spaces around the area, and figured they should take a break to eat and relax.
once they all sat on the couches that were organized infront of the television, the camera was put away and they began chatting about their experiences around the hotel so far.
three of the guys were discussing how they felt a negative vibe, and that they were slightly frightened and creeped out already and the night had just begun.
you took note of how one of them was less enthusiastic, and scrolling on his smartphone. just by observing him, and watching his movements, it was clear he was a non believer, or atleast a stubborn skeptic. "i think you guys are overthinking it." he stated, putting down the phone.
"jake, are you going to tell me this place doesn't scare you?" sam questioned, pulling out the camera to record his thoughts.
"it doesn't. i mean think about it, tons of presidents and celebrities have stayed here, they think it's luxury. why would they stay here if it was haunted?" you thought about his logic and agreed with it, you would probably think the same as him.
"so you don't believe the hotel is haunted at all?" colby leaned in, eager to hear.
jake glanced around the room before answering a very simple, "i don't."
you furrowed your eyebrows, glaring at the boy infront of you. you stood, feet hovering above the carpeted ground. to say you were offended was an understatement.
it had been a long while since someone denied not just your existence, but all of the spirits that reside here, and honestly it had your old blood boiling. it felt like a competition to you, something that had to be proven.
you floated around the room, merging down to the lower floor to mess with something. eyes glancing, they finally landed onto the rustic old elevator that had previously given them chills.
focusing on the door, you used your energy to open it, and to rattle the guard on it. a misconception that has been passed around that you hated, was how ghosts physically touch and throw things.
it was a lot more difficult than that. you had to focus, and think about it occurring, which cost you a lot of your energy, energy that you only got back from resting.
"guys, guys, holy fuck." sam turns on the camera out of fear after hearing an eerie noise that broke the calm ambiance. they exchanged frightened but curious glances, wondering what the sound could have been.
"did you fucking hear that?" colby asked frantically, looking around the room. you enjoy the panic on their faces as they start going downstairs, so you move the fencing again.
the noise persisted, and crude waves of unease gradually wash over them, sam running down the stairs, his face fraught with urgency. as he got to the bottom, he froze in his tracks, eyes widening with trepidation. "oh god."
corey gasped. "the doors open!" he pointed across the hallway, directly where you stood.
you held your breath and scooted away as jake took your spot next to the elevator. it had been awhile since you were that close to someone, you never liking the feeling of them passing by or through you.
"wasn't it closed?" corey exclaimed, keeping his distance.
"we would've closed it right?" sam said, everyone mutually agreeing but still indistinct. he walked over to the spot, and started rocking the guard back and forth, making the exact unwavering sound you did.
you hovered near jake, and tried to touch into his emotions. he paused for a moment, chills running down his limbs. suddenly, a very unsettling feeling hits him, and all the hair on his body stands up.
it was a similar feeling to what he felt earlier, but more personal. the fear he felt was heavy, and the air quickly became thick like before. he coughed slightly, almost like someones hand floated around his throat.
he coughed again, this time everyone taking notice. they were very panicked by this situation, and distracted. "you okay, brother?" colby asked, putting a hand on the other's shoulder. he responded while nodding.
in reality he wasn't. he felt like someone was watching him, goosebumps began spreading around his skin and he kept shivering regardless of his sweater.
you watched as chaos ensued, the boys going through all of the rooms on the lower floor, looking for something that could tell them where the noises had come from.
they had stopped to converse, realizing how extreme they were being, and before they could even say a word, you were meddling around upstairs, touching a few keys on the grand piano.
you heard them panic once more, even jake confessing his fear. you sighed of relief, it was just what you wanted. you took a seat on the couch the boy had been laying on before this all happened, and leaned back, kicking your legs up.
watching them discuss what they thought the second noise was, the skeptical boy knew it was a piano, he felt it, and you were proud of him, clapping to yourself.
continuing to mess with them slightly, you found it entertaining for awhile, until it got sad to you. you never want people to fear you, you always identified as friendly to people who stayed in the room, and you knew you were just messing with them to prove jake wrong but they didn't know that.
so when you heard they were doing a seance, you beamed, because then you could hopefully let them know it was just for fun, and that you were harmless.
you were buzzing with excitement as you drifted down the hall, into the direction of the dining room. it had been a long time since you last had contact with people. the suite left unbooked for a few months, you wondered how expensive it was to rent now.
as the four boys set up their camera equipment and seance supplies, your translucent figure flickered with jolts of energy, and you waited in anticipation for it to begin.
you watched as they turned off the lights, and lit candles in between them. they flickered, providing mere glimpses of desolate space. shadows danced ominously along the walls, distorting objects into strange shapes that seemed to taunt their senses.
"we promised in our last video we were going to do a seance." sam spoke dully. "and.. we're going to do a seance."
"do we want to do this seance? not really." colby shrugged at the situation, looking at the lit candles.
they huddled against the table, and whispered words of encouragement to each other as sam attempted to google ways to begin such a powerful ritual.
jake glanced at them before wondering. "how do we as humans, decide how to correctly summon something?" he asked, not understanding.
"we don't." the other responded, still scrolling on his phone.
"i don't think anyone truly knows, so as long as we ya'know have the feeling of believing in something, trying to communicate with something no matter what. if something wants to talk to us they will.: he explains, making you smile.
as much as a skeptical he seems to be, everything he's telling the others is correct. as they discussed more, you listened, so curious in what people think about ghosts.
you could only briefly remember what you thought about them before passing, but as time goes on, your memories of being alive fade away, leaving you with gaps of confusion.
wanting to get a better view, you perched yourself on top of the chandelier, accidentally swaying it slightly. you cursed when corey noticed, this time not trying to mess with them.
they extended their hands. "if there's someone here, please use our energy to communicate with us." they spoke together, corey still noticing the light shaking. he pointed up at it, and called your actions out.
you started feeling anxious, and floated away from it, going to stand near jake and colby. within seconds, the latter raised his arm to show his goosebumps to the others.
both feeling the cold breeze, and the candles flickering slighty, the boys looked to eachother before brushing it off, and continuing with the seance. they all closed their eyes, squeezing them shut as they focused intently. "if you are here, use our energy to make a second or sign." they spoke together.
as the group sat at the table in a circle, hands intertwined, the air grew still. you hovered around the table, across from jake. you were watching him carefully. his eyes began to open, and they widened.
a chill rushed down his spine, struck with horror. he saw a translucent form, face contorted with a large grin. you looked at him questioningly, wondering why he was looking in your direction, before taking a peek behind you out of curiosity.
after seeing nothing, you realized he was looking directly into your eyes. "holy fuck." he muttered, gaining his friends attention. "holy-holy fuck." he stood up, his legs pushing his chair back. he pointed to you, and you felt an aching feeling.
"what, what is it jake?" sam asked, looking around. the pain overtook your body, making you scatter away out of sight. jake blinked frantically, and you were no longer there.
"did you guys not see that?" his heart was beating fast, and his body trembling, knees threatening to give out. a soft tear even left his eye.
"see what? oh my god are you okay?" colby inquired, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"i-i." the boy couldn't even speak, in terror. what was worst is that he couldn't tell if his mind had played tricks with him, or if what he saw was true. "i saw.. i saw someone, something."
"what?" corey exclaimed, backing away from where he was sitting.
"it was a weird shadow figure, she had long dark hair, i- i don't know what just happened. i swear i was looking at her, and then it was like she saw that i saw her, and she disappeared."
when he had looked into your eyes, he felt such an odd connection to you, even with his frightened appearance, inside he felt drawn.
"are you a medium or something?" sam asked, trying to joke a bit. he knew his friend was a skeptic, so him coming out and saying something like this was out of the ordinary.
whatever had happened, had corey scared, so scared that he quit the seance, and decided to sit a chair away, no longer holding hands and chanting. "should we keep going?" colby asked, jake nodding desperately.
taking a few minutes to calm down, they restarted. and since corey had finished being apart of the activity, they figured they might as well use the oujia board for content purposes.
you began to cry in the other room, curling your body into a ball. you couldn't believe what had just happened. for the first time ever, in 20 years, something impossible occurred. someone had seen you.
never wanting to be the source of fear and panic, this had broken you. they thought you were a malevolent spirit, that you were scary. suddenly, you felt yourself being pulled back to the dining room, almost like someone was dragging you.
you tried to fight it until it was physically taking you away. once you entered, it was obvious the boy could no longer see you. he looked across the room, seeing nothing.
feeling another jolt, you take notice at the oujia board and planchette, and realized why you were being attracted to it. they were calling out for you again, trying to speak with you.
"if there is a spirit here, can you please use this oujia board to communicate with us." colby spoke, looking at everyone fingers on the planchette.
you begin to push it to yes, and observe as their eyes widen. "is this who i saw a second ago?" jake wondered aloud. you sighed, pushing it to yes before spelling out 'sorry'.
they faced eachother. "what does that mean?" sam asked to them, before gazing around the area. "what are you sorry for?"
using energy to move it, you spelt out the word scared, hoping they would understand. the boys discussed this, finally agreeing that you were apologizing for scaring them. "are you sorry for scaring me? for showing yourself?"
"yes." you mumbled aloud, and he heard it. he jumped up, trying to spot where you were, giving up when he couldn't see you.
"i heard you!" jake commented. "can you show yourself to me again?" you talked to him through the board. spelling 'don't know.'
"you don't know how? is that why you were shocked when you realized he saw you?" colby questioned, earning a yes from the board.
"what's your name?" jake asked.
"y/n." you tried to say strongly, only coming out as a soft whisper.
"y/n." he repeated, nodding to his friends. "your name is y/n." he paused, taking a deep breath, before feeling you stand by him. "a-are you near me right now?"
you whispered into his ear, brushing it gently. "yes." he gasped, moving back.
"she's right beside me." he told them, before revealing his goosebumps.
"are you friendly?" corey asked, from outside the seance. the planchette moved to yes, you running out of energy.
"i mean atleast that's good." sam muttered.
jake felt an odd feeling, attracted to your spirit. he felt connected to you, to your energy. he breathed shakily, before opening his eyes again, seeing you next to him. he tried to stay calm, and smiled towards you.
you giggled, smiling back, and giving a gentle wave, making him do the same. you held your hand up, and he understood. both of you tried to touch hands, like a high five.
you both gasped, you moving back at what had just happened. his hand didn't go through yours, it touched it. you felt how human and alive his skin was, you could feel his pulse from it, and he had felt a cold, hard feeling. "oh my god." he spoke. "guys, i'm touching her.. her hand is cold."
corey took a step back holding his hands up. "what the fuck is going on?!" he shouted, making you flinch. "jake, i swear to god if you're fucking with us for a prank, i'm leaving." he threatened, seriously scared.
"i-i i'm not, i don't know how this is happening." he replied. "can you do this with them?"
you shook your head, not understanding how you made this happen.
"then can you show them a sign? a sign that you're real?" you nodded hesitantly. "okay.. hmm." he looked around the hotel. "can you knock on the door right there?"
hovering, you traveled to the door, and tapped on it aggressively, earning shocked faces from the group. "i can't believe this is happening." sam stated to the camera, before seeing that it was off. "what the hell?" he took a closer look, and groaned, throwing his hand out. "the fucking camera turned off."
"how long ago?" colby wondered, earning a shrug. "fuck." he muttered, knowing that a lot of good content could've been gone.
as sam tried to fix it, everyone else was focused on the oujia board, as it took less energy. "how old are you?" corey asked. it spelled out 19.
"i didn't realize you were that young." jake spoke. "what happened to you?"
having to think about your death was the most painful thing for you. it was the only memory from when you were alive that you could remember every detail to, so prominent in your mind.
almost there decades ago, 1986, you were set to be married to an american man, and you were waiting for him to return in the presidential suite.
it was a stormy evening, the wind howling outside of the biltmore, one of the most prestigious hotels. as rain beat against the windows, the sound of the raindrops hitting the panes was almost deafening and you had been feeling anxious, almost as if there was a foreboding presence looming over you.
you shivered, feeling cold and uneasy, wrapping a blanket over your body as you sipped from your mug.
an unexpected sense of dread washed over you and before you could comprehend what was happening, a shadow like figure lunged at you from the darkness, catching you off guard.
the mug slipped out of your trembling hands, crashing onto the marble floor into pieces. fear consumed you, as you desperately fought back, adrenaline surging through your veins.
you screamed, calling out for help. your hopeless pleas for mercy echoed against the dull walls before falling on deaf ears. in the chaos of the struggle, you fell into a table, trying to escape from them.
quickly, the masked assailant unleashed a relentless barrage of fueled strikes, their anger mingling with the terror that gripped your soul.
time lost all meaning as each thrust of the blade hit your chest, crimson streaks tainted the white floor, becoming a silent witness. and in your final moments alive, choking and spitting up blood, your twitching arm reached up and swatted at the person.
you heard a deformed laugh, before your world subsided into darkness, your spirit fading into the ethereal realm, and that's all you remember before you woke up disoriented, and realized you had died.
tears welled in your eyes, as you sobbed, face red and swollen. jake saw your pained expression, and in seconds your memories entered his mind, leaving him the same irregular breathing and gasps.
he tried explaining to his friends what you had gone through, them still hesitant to believe in this crazy experience. "i'm so sorry." he cried out to you.
he couldn't believe how you died, and how he just got your memories, or how he could see and hear you. he felt insane.
"guys this is serious, i don't know what to do anymore." sam said, looking at the boy. "we should end this."
"brother do you understand how crazy this is? you need to.. you need to get help, or see a medium or something." corey shrugged, shaking his head.
"i agree with sam we should end whatever this is, it's taking a toll on you jake."
"guys i can't just leave her now, i have to keep talking to her. if you want you can go watch tv or something but this is important to me now. i promise you guys i'm fine, i just.. i have.. i have to do this." he begged.
"jake.." sam trailed off. "okay. as long as you promise you're okay, like don't get obsessed with this. don't be too much longer, it's already almost 5 in the morning."
"i promise." jake nodded, watching as they left the room, corey not understanding why he would do something like this.
you two looked at eachother, before trying to catch your breath. "what is it like being a ghost?" he asked, attempting to improve the mood.
"sad." you whispered, lips chapped. "stuck."
"you're stuck here?" he repeated, earning a nod. "how do you get out?" you shrugged at him. he sighed, apologizing.
you sat together in deep silence. many would think it was awkward or uncomfortable but it was calm and peaceful. the fact someone could see and know you for the first time since you died, made you feel happy, like you had a friend.
he continued to talk to you and keep you company for awhile, feeling guilty that he had to leave in a few hours. you understood he did, knowing it wouldn't last forever but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
"i'm sorry you're stuck here. i hope you find your way out or to the real afterlife so you can leave this boring place." he comforted you.
"it's okay." you smiled. finally being able to share your story was enough. you felt your body becoming numb from being so giddy. "visit."
"i'll visit you again, don't worry." he hums. "i feel like we're connected, like you'll always be attached to me." making you nod.
the two of you shared an oddly comforting hug, before he had to leave. you followed their group to the hotel lobby, and unlike most times when you went down there, there wasn't a pull.
so when you continued to follow them and you weren't stuck in place, the happiness came back, and you started to cry once more. you watched them drive away, feeling in debt to jake for how much relief he gave you.
you've gained your freedom after 30 years of being stuck in the hotel you were brutally murdered in. "thank you jake." you murmured, before floating away, the happiest you've ever been.
What is love about? (Johnnie Guilbert x fem reader)
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warnings: none
summary: y/n always drinks coffee in the mornings in a cafeteria near where she lives, when she spots a guy who caughts her attention
english is not my first language so i apologize if theres any misspelled words, etc🖤🦇
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i woke up by the sound of my alarm. I grunted as i took my phone and adjusted my eyes to the brightness of my phone as i turn off my alarm. It was currently 8 am so that meant that i had to go to work in a few hours… i sat down and scrolled through my phone a bit. I got up from bed and put on my slippers as i yawn and stretch,, i open my closet and start looking for a good outfit,, i work at hot topic so you can imagine how my work clothes looked like. I finally picked an outfit and did my makeup and brushed my teeth before picking my bag and going outside.
your outfit:
Since i worked at a shopping center i always went to Starbucks for coffee. I ordered a cappuccino as i sat down sipping on my coffee as i pulled out my sketchbook and my pencil case. i checked the time and i still had 1 hour until my shift starts. i didn’t know what to draw so i started to look around trying to get an inspiration when i layed my eyes on a black haired beautiful guy.. he had an amazing style and makeup..i must say he is really god damn hot… (i <3 emo guys ).
he suddenly makes eye contact with me and i look away. i look back at him and he kept looking at me over and over again “maybe it’s because he likes my outfit” i thought to myself. he sat down two tables away from me as he scrolled through his phone as he took a sip of his coffee.. ill to draw him. i couldn’t keep my eyes away from him..
i started drawing him.. trying to draw as many details as i can,, after 30 min he finished his coffee and wanted to leave but i took my opportunity and approached him..
“hi..” i smiled a little, i was so fucking nervous
“oh hi” he smiles as he puts his phone in his pocket as he spoke
“umm i hope doesn’t sounds weird but.. i drew you” i said a little embarrassed as i gave him the drawing
“holy fuck! you did this in 30 minutes?!” he takes my drawing and smiles
“yeah i can draw pretty fast,, i like your style” i smiled still a little nervous
“i love this, thank you so much…i like your outfit and makeup and..pretty much everything” he smiles as he looks at me up and down.
“thank you” i blush as i smile
“i dont wanna sound like a stalker but.. ive noticed you are here pretty often”
i look a bit confused but i chuckle a bit
“yeah i work at hot topic”
“youre kidding?! i fucking love that store” he smiles
“i can tell” we both laugh
i check the time on my phone, i had 3 minutes until my shift starts
“fuck i have to go to work, im running late” i take my stuff
“hey can i get yo-“ i interrupt him
“its in the back of the paper” i smile as i start running to the store
he checks the back of the drawing and sees the instagram username,, he smiles and sets on walking home.
johnnie’s pov:
i start walking home as i kept thinking about that girl at the cafe,, i get home as i sat down in the sofa and start looking at the drawing again for the millionth time.
“whats that?” jake says
“nothing” i put the drawing in my pocket
“was that a drawing?” he smiles
“no..”
“come on johnnie we are best buddies…im like your ketchup to your fries, you are the dick to my balls-“
“jake thats fucking gross” i sigh “a girl g-“
“A GIRL?” he took both of my shoulders “okay dude...YOU TALKED TO A GIRL?” he smiled “THIS IS A MOMENT OF HISTORY”
i laugh “ok can you let me finish?”
“okok”
“so i went to Starbucks today and i spotted this girl..and then she gave me this” i take the drawing from my pocket and show it to jake
“DUDE SHE WANTS YOU.”
i blush
“what?- jake we just met”
“and?” he crossed his arms
“and i dont think…thats the case,,maybe she just wants to be my friend”
“you are so fucking blind” he turns the paper and sees the instagram username “SEARCH THE USERNAME NOW”
“okok calm the fuck down” i take my phone and open instagram “found it”
“GIVE ME THE PHONE” he takes my phone and starts looking at her posts “oh she is hot.”
“JAKE”
“dude you better get with her or i will”
“omfg you are a prick” i take the phone and start looking at her pictures as i..blush?
“DUDE YOU ARE BLUSHING, YOU ARE INTO HER”
“OH SHUT UP”
time skip when y/n finishes work and gets home
y/ns pov:
i check my phone and i see a notification of a new follower on instagram.
“johnnie guilbert..” i thought to myself
i check his instagram,, he was really pretty…its like everything about him was perfect. i blush as i kepts stalking his instagram and i receive a new message
“hiii im johnnie (the guy from the cafe) :)”
“omg hi!”
“how are you? how was work?”
“im good, work was pretty boring ngl,, hru! ”
“im good im good, brushing my teeth rn”
“its 5 pm…”
“so?”
“who brushes their teeth at 5pm? hahaha”
“i do 🤓” he sents me a picture
"you are a weirdo"
"you are a weirdo for not brushing your teeth"
"NO ONE BRUSHES THEIR TEETH AT 5 PM"
"ok geez fine ahhsha"
"ive gotta go ill text you later :)"
"aww ok, bye bye <;3"
"bye<;3"
i placed my phone next to me as i layed in my room as i thought about johnnie for a while.. i think i have a bit of a crush on him.
time skip to 8pm*
I went to the kitchen and started to make myself some dinner as i was going through my phone as i saw a story from johnnie
"LIVE NOW"
"This could be fun", i thought to myself as i joined his twitch stream
johnnies pov:
"hey how is everyone doing??" i started reading my chat
"why do i look so happy??" i read someone comment "well today i met this...girl..." i smiled as i saw chat going crazy "yeah yeah.. so i met this girl today and she was like...everything i ever dreamed about like... chat im begin dead serious..and she gave me a drawing!" i take the drawing that was laying on my table and showed to the camera "isnt it perfect? look at the details" i point out every single detail "it looks like a photo" i read "yeah it does!"
i kept reading the chat for a while
"is she beautiful?" i read "yes she fucking is" i smile
a notification of a donation popped on my screen.
"you are so cute stop it haha <3 -from the cafe girl"
when i saw that message i literally wanted the ground to swallow me whole.. i didnt know what to say so i froze.. i completely forgot that i posted a link to my stream in my instagram stories...i was so fucking stupid-
"just kill me already.." i put my hands on my face blushing from embarrasment
i see a notification from my phone and i see that it was from y/n.. i see that she sent me a picture of her laptop from where she was watching my stream "someone is blushingggg"
"oh shut upp"
"i will if you ask me on a date"
"tomorrow 4pm at my house, what do u say???"
"ill be there ;)"
i look at my computer to read the chat "HE IS BLUSHING SM" "SO CUTE" "WE NEED TO FIND THIS GIRL!"
