The continuous tapping on his desk wasn’t bothering him. In fact he wasn’t even noticing it. The rhythmic tap of his fingernails against the desk top was only a background noise. He didn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to it. The roar of the engines of the cars driving to and fro on the street outside was merely a buzz he barely registered was there. It was rush hour and the streets were noisy. The blaring of the TV wasn’t even being registered as something that was actually present. Currently an overplayed pop song was playing and he faintly murmured the lyrics. But if you’d asked him an hour later he wouldn’t have remembered that the song had even been playing, let alone that he was singing it. 

There was one thing on his mind and one thing only. 

Alison. 

Alison and her sea green sparkling eyes. 

Alison and her curly brown hair blowing in the wind, smiling at him. 

Alison and her petite physique, her arms wrapped around his waist.

Alison and her cute little laugh, which was music to his ears even though she didn’t like it herself.

Alison and her gorgeous smile.

Alison and all the hidden emotions she conveyed and that he could decipher because he’d known her for so long.

Alison and the air of mystique that surrounded her.

Alison and the fact that he couldn’t reach her heart. 

Only her.

Alison.

Matt leaned back in his chair, letting out a tired sigh. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to shoo away the headache he felt was coming on. He had been thinking for too long. It was tiring. But she would never leave his thoughts. One way or another she would turn up. Whatever he thought about he was somehow able to find a connecting point to Alison. He opened his eyes and stared at the wall in front of him. Whether he would admit it or not he knew. He was crazy about her.

And I remember the night you said,

'Let's go for a ride.' 

I didn’t want the night to end. 

Would we be more than friends?

Yet little did I know before, we would be something more.”

He was suddenly aware of the different melody that was playing. The song seemed to be at its chorus. He took the lyrics in and a lopsided smile painted itself on his face. How songs can sometimes describe your situation perfectly! This was one of those times.

He got up from his desk and grabbed the jacket that he had left on the chair. He had made plans with Alison and a group of friends for tonight. He didn’t feel like going much, but just the thought that Alison was going to be there was enough for him to decide to go.

Matt grabbed the phone from his desk and shoved it in his pocket, grabbing the TV remote and turning the TV off. The room descended into darkness as he turned the lights off and jogged down the stairs.

"Mom! Dad! I’m leaving!" he called out from the hallway. After getting their approval he walked out of the house and strode over to his car. He unlocked the car and opened the car door. He got in and started the ignition. The car roared to life. Minutes later he was on the road, driving to the designated location. It was a small club at the center of town. They were having an open party tonight. Nothing fancy, really. But that particular club always seemed the most fun anyway. Perhaps it was the intimacy it gave its guests. Or maybe the simplicity of it. Matt didn’t care. The reason why he ever went there was to have fun and if that was where fun was found that was where he would go. 

He parked the car on a nearby parking lot and walked the five minutes that it took to get to the club. It turned out that he was running a few minutes late, because most of his friends were already there, waiting for him at the entrance. Including Alison. 

As he looked at her his breath hitched. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a bright red dress that ran down to just above her knee. It was kind of flowing at the bottom, but tight at the top. She wasn’t wearing heels. Only ballet flats that matched the color of the dress. Her hair fell down in unruly curls, but that was the way he had always liked it. It wasn’t that he didn’t find her pretty when she straightened her hair, but he liked the natural look. She was beautiful in every way to him and he didn’t need her to use make up to prove that she was attractive. 

She caught sight of him and green locked with hazel. Her lips curved into a happy smile and she waved to him. He hastened his pace in order to reach her faster. 

"Matt!" she called out, flinging her arms around him. 

He took her in his embrace, hoping that their closeness didn’t reveal the fact that his heart was racing inside his chest. He could literary feel butterflies fluttering their wings all over his body. But it wasn’t that he didn’t like the feeling. It felt amazing. Just as everything and anything felt when he was with her. 

After a few seconds she let go of him and took a step back. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of disappointed when she did so. But he didn’t let his smile waver. 

"How are you?" she asked, a cheerful air surrounding her. 

"I’m great." He wasn’t lying. He felt great. He always felt great in her presence. "How about you?"

"I’m good. A bit cold. Can we go inside?" 

He nodded and motioned to the rest of their group. He offered her his jacket, but she shook her head, politely declining his request. When they entered the club the party was already at full swing. The music was blasting from the speakers, literary shaking the walls. People were dancing on the dance floor and everyone seemed to be having a good time. 

Matt tried to blend in with the atmosphere. He was succeeding. On the surface. Deep down inside something was bothering him. And he knew exactly what it was. He had known it all day. He knew exactly what it was that he had to do. He had to tell her. 

At one point of the evening Alison asked him if he wanted to come outside with her, because she was scared to go alone, but she needed some air. He agreed to come out with her. Once they were out he noticed that she was slightly shivering, so he offered her his jacket again. This time she accepted the offer. She gracefully put it on and he couldn’t help but find the fact of how big it looked on her cute. He smiled to himself as he looked at her. She tugged at the sleeves of the jacket, pulling them down over her hands. Matt pulled her closer to him. 

"Better?" he asked. 

"Better." she nodded, putting her head on his shoulder. 

They stayed like that in silence for a while, watching the world go by in front of them. But then Matt felt like it was time to speak up. He’d been waiting ages to say this. It was now or never. He knew that he had to gather the courage and tell her. 

"Alison," he started tentatively. 

"Hm?" she hummed, still keeping her head on his shoulder and not turning toward him. 

Matt felt his heart rate quicken and suddenly he felt the urge to back out and not say anything. But he was determined not to back down. 

"I need to tell you something." he said tersely. 

"Sure." she answered, not suspecting a thing. 

Matt opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was as if his voice had been taken away from him. What was going on with him? He had never been like this. This girl had him turned upside down. He’d never quite felt like this about anyone. Ever. This whole experience was new and frightening to him. In all honesty, he’d never been in love. Was this what being in love felt like? 

"I like you." he suddenly blurted out. And that’s when the words started tumbling out of his mouth like a tidal wave and he could do nothing to stop himself from telling her everything. "Ever since the first moment I met you I’ve had a crush on you. And I guess that crush progressed and I started having deeper feelings for you. I’ve never had the courage to tell you. I guess I was scared of rejection. But tonight I decided that you had the right to know. I honestly don’t know how to tell you this. But, Alison, I’m in love with you." He finished his little speech and took a breath, because he’d been speaking too fast. 

Alison’s body suddenly grew tense and rigid. For a few seconds she didn’t speak or move. And then as if coming back to reality she pulled away from him and turned to look at him. He couldn’t decipher her face expression in the dim lighting. But he was sure that he saw panic written all over it. And he wasn’t sure why. Why would she react like that? 

"No." she suddenly blurted out. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. He had always been sure that she shared at least a bit of his feelings. He got that sort of vibe from her. 

"But I do. I know that I’m in love with you." he said, misunderstanding the meaning of her words. He thoughts that she was questioning his feelings for her. 

She shook her head. “No. You don’t understand.” She tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear nervously and looked up at him, hazel meeting green again. Alison seemed to be contemplating on what to say. But what she gave as an explanation to him seemed as confusing as ever. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I just- I can’t, Matt.” She quickly took his jacket off and thrust it at him. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” And with that she rushed back into the club, leaving Matt alone in the misty night air. He stared back at her retreating figure, not being able to wrap his head around what had just happened. Going to find her was useless. Not when he was so confused and she was so panicked. 

Not feeling up for a party right now, he got his phone out from his pocket and texted one of his friends that he was leaving early using the excuse that he was tired. He slid the phone back into his pocket and put his jacket on. Without another word to anyone of his group of friends he set off for home. 

*** 

Matt was well aware of the buzzing outside his window. He could hear it clearly, but he kept his eyes closed, hoping that if they were closed the sound wouldn’t take him out of his blissful slumber and jerk him awake. After a few minutes he gave up and opened his eyes, taking his surroundings in. He groaned and raised himself to a sitting positing. Glancing at the digital clock on his bed-stand, he shoved the blankets away. It was 9 AM in the morning. On a Sunday. How nice. He had wanted to sleep in, but his neighbours had chosen to renovate the house on this lovely day. 

With a sigh, he got up from bed. But he accidentally knocked his phone off the bed-stand causing it to fall to the floor. Cursing, he bent down and picked it up. He pressed the home button to see if the phone was okay after the descent to the ground and the screen lit up to show that he had one unread message. The name of the sender caused him to take a short surprised intake of breath. 

Alison. 

Quickly unlocking the phone, he opened the message. 

Ally <3: We need to talk. Can we meet up?

With shaky fingers Matt typed out his reply. The message had been sent only minutes ago. 

Yes. You can come over if you want. I’m home alone today. We’ll have some privacy.

Moments later his phone beeped with a reply. 

Ally <3: I’ll be over in 15 minutes. 

His heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected her to be so insistent. It was obvious that she had something serious to say. He just hoped that he hadn’t ruined their friendship. 

After 10 minutes of pacing in his room the doorbell resounded. He jumped at the sound of it. She was early. 

With a heavy heart he descended the stairs. He wasn’t feeling too positive at the outcome of this talk. If only he hadn’t told her last night. Losing their friendship wasn’t something he was planning on. The truth was that he liked having Alison as a friend too. Yes, he did have feelings for her, but if she would have him as a friend only he would take it. He would take every chance he got with her. 

He opened the door to reveal a serious looking Alison. He greeted her awkwardly and she did the same before she entered the house. The thing he noticed what that she didn’t give him a hug. She always gave him a hug when she saw him. Not that he was expecting one after her reaction last night. 

They both sat down on the couch in the living room and an uncomfortable silence enveloped the room. Alison was sitting very straight, not looking at him. But she wasn’t saying anything. After her message he’d thought that she would immediately plunge into a speech. But she didn’t do so. She stayed oddly quiet as if trying to find non-existent words that would help clear the situation up. 

"Matt," she finally said, causing Matt’s eyes to anxiously dart to her. "We need to talk about last night." 

"Look, I’m sorry." he said quickly. "I didn’t mean to be so forward. I guess I thought that…" he paused for a moment, but Alison didn’t interrupt him. She only waited patiently for him to finish. Gathering up his courage he began speaking again, "I guess I thought that you shared my feelings. That was the kind of vibe I was getting from you. But I guess I was wrong. But that’s okay. We don’t have to stop being friends over a silly misunderstanding like that. Just forget about it, okay?" 

"I can’t." she answered, looking into his eyes. "Because me not feeling the same way about you is not the problem. You having feelings for me is the problem." 

Matt looked at her quizzically. He couldn’t quite grasp the meaning of her words. 

"What do you mean?" he finally asked after a few seconds of silence. 

Alison looked down at her feet and scuffed the carpet nervously with her ballet flats. “I can’t be with you.” she said softly. She didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds and Matt felt the need to say something. 

"Why not?" he asked. He knew that that probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but he couldn’t help but wonder. "Why can’t you be with me?" 

"Because eventually you’ll want to leave. You’ll get bored and you’ll leave. Like every other guy out there, you’ll get bored." 

The words caught Matt off guard. To say that he was surprised was an understatement. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe that she thought that about him. He’d known her for five years now. And for five years he had been in love with her. The only person he wanted to be with was her. And the fact that she thought that he wasn’t capable to love her hurt him. 

"I wouldn’t." he said simply. 

She turned toward him, meeting his gaze. “Yes, you would.” she answered stubbornly. 

Matt sighed and got up from the couch. Alison eyed his movements curiously. He sat down again, but close to her this time. They had been sitting at opposite ends of the couch, but now he positioned himself right next to her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her toward him so that she was facing him. 

"Alison, how long have I known you?" he asked her. 

She looked confused for a split second, but answered promptly anyway. “You’ve known me for five years.” 

"Have I had a girlfriend during that time?" 

"No." She shook her head. 

"Do you know why that is?" 

She shook her head again. 

"It’s because I meant what I said last night. I’ve been in love with you ever since the first moment I saw you." 

She only looked at him, saying nothing. 

"Look, I know you’re scared." Matt consoled her. "Maybe you haven’t had the greatest experiences with boys. But how is that you know that this…" He pointed to himself and then to her. "Isn’t going to work out?" 

She seemed at a loss for words. “I don’t. But-“ 

"You don’t want to risk it." he finished for her. "But the best things in life come from taking risks. And how will you ever know if you don’t take the risk? You could miss out on something wonderful. And even if you didn’t, you’d still be wondering your entire life if the decision you made was the right one."

He stopped for a second and looked into her jade green eyes. “I’m not forcing you into anything. I’m just trying to tell you that when I told you that I was in love with I was being sincere. I wasn’t lying to you. I would never lie to you. I promise.” 

She looked away. “I just don’t want to get hurt, you know?” she said quietly. 

"Alison, I would never hurt you." Matt said tenderly. "And if I did I give you the permission to slap senseless because I would have been an idiot to do so." 

She giggled at his comment, turning back toward him. She looked deep into his bright hazel eyes before speaking again. 

"We can give it a try." she agreed. 

Matt smiled. “Can we?”

"We can." she repeated. Up until this moment Matt hadn’t noticed that she had been inching closer and closer to him. She was so close to him now that their breath intermingled. He felt his skin tingling, because even though he had been close to her lots of time he had never kissed her. He had thought about kissing her, but it had never actually happened. 

Not being able to bear it any longer he closed the gap of a few millimeters that was between them. Their lips connected and it felt magical. This was the moment. Their moment. 

Surprisingly, Alison didn’t seem tense at all. She melted into the kiss, taking every detail in. It was as if she had always wanted to do this too. And Matt was happy about that. He was happy that he finally got the girl he had wanted for so long. He knew that they would make it work. They somehow fit together. Like two lost pieces of a puzzle they had found each other. 

While they were still locked in each other’s embrace Matt heard a familiar tune in the background. He had almost forgotten that he had left the TV on. A familiar song was playing softly. It was the song that had been playing the day before. 

And I remember the night you said,

'Let's go for a ride.' 

I didn’t want the night to end. 

Would we be more than friends?

Yet little did I know before, we would be something more.”

He couldn’t help but smile mid-kiss. Little did he know before, they’d be something more.

I am so sorry I am this late. I had to take a little (Okay, not a little. A lot more than that.) hiatus, because of school. But I’m here now and I’ll try and post a lot more. I hope you like this One Shot! Request in my Inbox! :)

Anonymous asked:

can you please write an imagine where you've just moved to america you meet matt n your extremely nervous bc you've never kissed anyone but u confide in matt about this n he calms u down (I hope this makes sense!!)

Yeah, no worries. I understood it. :) 
I’ve just posted it. I hope you like it. :)

Your POV: 

Okay, here’s a few things you need to know about me. 

1. I’m new to America. (Ain’t that fun? NOT.)

2. I like gummy worms. Like really really like them. 

3. I’ve never been kissed before. Ever. 

4. Red roses are the best flowers out there. At least according to me.

See, it’s not easy being new to the country. I mean, sure, it has a lot of perks, but it also has a lot of cons. Yeah, you get to meet new friends, have a change of scenery, have a fresh start and all that, but it’s also really stressful. Your mind keeps swirling with these odd thoughts. Will these people like me? Will I fit in? Will my accent make me an outcast? What am I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to talk to? How am I supposed to get from here to the mall?

On top of all that, I had to get myself a crush. I didn’t want a crush. Not an immediate one, anyway. Not while I was still confused about being new and all that jazz.

I met Matt through Cameron Dallas and Nash Grier. Nash goes to my school and being the friendly type he immediately befriended me and introduced me to his friend, Cameron. It was honestly a relief to have Nash and Cameron around, because it made the whole being new experience easier. Nash made school a lot easier for me too. He’s in most of my classes and he was always there by my side. Slowly I started making new friends and fitting in. Everything was going great. At least that’s what I thought then. And then came the big plot twist. 

I’d been going out with Nash and his friends quite a lot. And I’d become friends with a lot of his friends too. So far so good. 

But I had to develop a crush on one of his friends. Matt. I’d also heard it from some of the others that Matt also had a thing for me too. Now, you’d guess that I was jumping out of happiness that he liked me too. Or that I acted on it or whatever. But that was not the case. At all. 

If anything his having a crush on me made me even more nervous about the fact that I’d never been kissed before. I was pretty sure that Matt had had his first kiss and I was completely inexperienced, thus making me nervous and uncomfortable. 

And my story starts here, ladies and gentlemen. It happened on an evening when I was out with Nash and his friends again. We’d all been joking around for a while. And then Matt decided to act on his crush. It was no secret. Everyone already knew that he had a crush on me. It was only a matter of time he’d decide to do something about it. Not that it was a surprise. He knew that I had a crush on him too. The kid probably thought that there was no chance I would say no. But dun-dun-dun, plot twist. 

"You know, (Y/N)," Matt suddenly said causing my attention to snap to him, "Hershey’s make millions of kisses a day… All I’m asking for is one from you.” 

He was trying to flirt with me. He was asking me to kiss him. You see, I could have probably gotten out of this situation a lot more easily if it weren’t for the “help” of the rest of the gang there. A cheer erupted from them and someone clapped and whistled. At that moment I felt so confused and my heart was banging inside my chest, my palms sweating. My breathing was erratic and I just wanted to get away. Why his question made me panic so much, I didn’t know. It was probably because I felt extremely insecure about my kissing abilities and I really really liked Matt. A lot. I was scared that if I did something wrong he’d stop liking me, thinking of me as a little girl. I was already a year younger than him, anyway. 

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the rest of the group started chanting through laughs. The chanting kept getting louder and louder. At least that’s what it sounded like to my panic-fueled ears. Matt turned toward me and smiled. He leaned toward me, while I stayed completely motionless. Still not wiping the smile off his face, he brushed away a lock of my hair that had fallen over my eyes. Our lips were so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. In a few moments they would lock. They were only millimeters apart. It was only a matter of time. Three seconds. Two. One. 

"No!" I called out as I shoved Matt away from me. He just looked at me with a confused expression on his face. 

"Is everything okay?" he asked me with a concerned note in his voice, but I didn’t answer. I only ran off. Yeah, yeah, I know. What a cowardly thing to do. But I couldn’t help it. Thoughts were flying in and out of my head as if there were a storm going on inside it. I wanted to kiss him. But at the same time I didn’t want to kiss him. And I realize that that is confusing, but that’s exactly how I felt. 

We’d all been in a club and I ran away out onto the sidewalk and just continued running until I got tired. I stood still, trying to regain my breath. I bent down and put my hands on my knees, slowly straightening up again. There was a bench quite near me, so I sat down there. A few people were around and they all looked at me strangely (No wonder. They all were probably wondering why a teenage girl would run like the wind as if she were being chased and then just stop.), but none of them said a thing. However, the place was mostly desolated. Not many cars drove by either, so it was kind of peaceful. Somewhere where I could gather my thoughts and muster the strength to go back to the club. 

"(Y/N)!" an all too familiar voice called out, causing my focus to snap to my right. Where I had just come from. 

Matt was standing there, his hair messed up from the run and out of breath. I gave him a second so he could catch his breath. There was nothing I could say, anyway. Actually, there were a lot of things I could say. It was just that I didn’t want to say any of them. And my mind was too much of a mess for me to even formulate a decent sentence in an attempt to explain my bizarre behaviour. 

His breath still a bit uneven and fast, he sat down next to me and ran his hand through his hair, putting his elbows on his knees to rest. 

"Boy, do you run fast!" he said after a few seconds. 

I only stared at him, because let’s just say that that wasn’t exactly what I’d been expecting him to say. 

"What’s wrong?" he said turning to me and taking my hands in his. I winced and pulled them away. "You can tell me." 

I turned away from him and shook my head no. “It’s stupid.” I muttered. 

"(Y/N)," he said slowly in an attempt to soothe me and show me that it was okay that I speak about it. "There’s obviously something wrong. You just ran away from me. Was I being too forward?" he asked and then suddenly something seemed to click. "You don’t like me in that way, do you?" 

It was a logical thing to assume, but it was wrong. It was definitely wrong. That wasn’t the case at all. 

"Oh, I’m so sorry." he suddenly said. "I didn’t mean to do that to you. I was just under the impression that you had a crush on me too. I probably embarrassed you in front of everybody. I didn’t mean to. I’m really sorry-" 

"I’ve never been kissed before!" I exclaimed. There. I said it. "I’ve never been kissed before, alright? I was too nervous to kiss you. You’re already older than me and you’ve probably already had your first kiss before and you’re a lot more experienced in that region and I’m not. And I guess I just thought that you wouldn’t like me or something." I finished my speech quietly, looking down at the ground, feeling ashamed. 

"Oh, (Y/N)," Matt said sweetly, putting his hand underneath my chin and lifting my face so he could look at me. "Is that what you’re worried about? That I would stop liking you?" 

I nodded slowly and he just smiled at me. 

"Then don’t be." he said, looking directly into my eyes. "Because that will never happen." 

We just looked at each other for a few seconds until he hastily pulled away, getting up from the bench.

"Wait here for a second." he told me and was off, jogging down the street before I could complain. He turned the corner and I just sat there and waited until he came back. It was about 5 minutes before I saw him reappear again. He was holding something, but he was too far for me to notice what it was. When he approached I realized that he was holding a bag of gummy worms along with a bouqet of red roses. He held them out to me. 

"What’s all this?" I couldn’t help but laugh. I took them from his hands and smelled the roses. They smelt beautiful. And they looked beautiful. The rose is the Queen of flowers. 

"I know how much you like red roses and gummy worms, so I got them for you." Matt said, sitting down next to me. "So, we could make this special." 

"Special?" I questioned. 

"Your first kiss." he clarified and then quickly added. "If you want it, of course." 

I giggled and nodded. “Yeah.” 

I was still nervous, but I knew that I wanted my first kiss to be with Matt. 

"I’ll be gentle. I promise." he whispered as he leaned in slowly. As soon as our lips touched I felt all the tension and nervousness melt away. He applied a bit of pressure to my lips, but not too much. It was soft and tender. He was very caring about it. And it felt amazing. I felt as if electricity surged from my lips and through my whole body. I felt my arms wrap themselves around his neck, while his hands snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Time stopped for a few moments and it was only us. Me and him. The only people in the world. 

After a few seconds we pulled away and both smiled at each other. I didn’t want the moment to end, but I knew I had to pull away. 

"How about another one?" I smirked. 

"You just can’t get enough, can you?" Matt chuckled, but still leaned in to give me another kiss. 


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Your POV: 

Murphy’s Law is a strange phenomenon. Some believe it’s legitimate and some believe it’s not. I’m not either of those people, to be honest. Life is life. Events happen. They’re neither good nor bad. At the moment they may seem terrible, but in the end you realize that if that certain event didn’t happen your life might have turned out much differently. Or if we don’t take it as far as it being life changing, another event wouldn’t have happened and it wouldn’t have brought along with it the beauty it held for you. 

Yes, this is an introduction to what once happened to me. It happened about a year ago and honestly thinking back to it it actually seems pretty funny and cute. 

Matt Espinosa and I had been friends for quite a while. We weren’t best friends or anything. We were the type of friends that said hi to each other in school, occasionally had lunch together, joked around with each other… I don’t really know how to explain it. You know, the type of friends you can go without talking to for a while and they’re not your closest friends, but you do like having them around. 

I won’t act stupid and say that I had no idea that Matt had a thing for me. Oh, I knew. But I didn’t think he had that big of a crush on me. I thought it was just a small crush, but I was proven wrong. And yes, I will get to telling you. Hang on. 

I’d been walking out of my English class, on my way to my locker to get my books for my next class, when Matt stopped me. I knew that he had Algebra at the same time I had English and those classrooms are right next to each other, so he tended to walk me to my locker sometimes. That’s why when I saw him coming toward me I wasn’t very surprised. 

"Hi, Matt!" I said cheerfully as he approached me. 

"Uh, hey, Gabby." he said, refusing to look me in the eye and rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. I knit my eyebrows together in confusion as I watched him. I’d never seen Matt nervous and it was quite a surprise for me. I wondered what the reason was. Little did I know at the time that it was actually me. 

"Listen, uh," he continued nervously and I didn’t know what to do to calm him down, so I just stood still waiting for him to tell me whatever it was that he wanted to tell me. His constant fretting actually made even me feel nervous, so I desperately wanted him to hurry it up, so we could both put the feeling away. 

"I was wondering if, uh, maybe you wanted to go out with me. To dinner. Tonight, maybe?" he said quickly up to the degree that I almost didn’t catch what he’d said. 

"Sure, Matt." I said as lightly as I could, in an attempt to calm his already frazzled nerves. 

"I’ll pick you up at 8?" he said, ending his sentence as a question, but still with a bit more confidence than before. I nodded and smiled at him. We bid our goodbyes as we both had to get to class. 

I was slightly nervous about the evening myself, because I will admit I had always had a bit of crush on Matt as well. I hoped it would turn out perfect. Actually I had no doubt that it would turn out perfect, because this was Matt Espinosa we were talking about. Oh, boy, how wrong I was. It didn’t turn out the least bit perfect. Well, not in the way I’d expect it to, anyway. 

I had a black sleeveless dress on with black ballet flats when Matt rang the doorbell. I honestly don’t dress like that, but I felt the occasion was right for it. My hair was curled in soft curls that just kissed my back. I didn’t wear too much make up, because I feel that while you’re a teenager you should keep the make up as little as possible. It makes you look older if there’s too much of it. 

I felt the butterflies flutter inside my stomach as I descended the stairs. My parents were at a business trip, so I was home alone and therefore I had to open the door myself. The door flew open only to reveal a smartly dressed Matt, smiling at me. He was wearing a fancy looking blue shirt paired with black pants. I smiled at him warmly. 

Well, until he handed me the bouquet of daises he was holding. My smile immediately dropped as I saw them. 

"Matt," I started, but I was interrupted by a sneeze. He looked at me with a concerned look on his face as I sneezed again. Who even brings daisies on a first date? Aren’t they supposed to be roses? I quickly pushed the thoughts away, reminding myself that there was no way he could have known. 

"Gabby, are you okay?" he asked, still looking at me with a worried glint in his eyes. 

"Yeah," I said sniffing, giving him the daisies back, which he took with confusion lacing his features. "I’m allergic to daisies, Matt." I finally clarified. 

"Oh," he said, finally understanding. Then his cheeks flushed red and he looked extremely embarrassed. "I am so so sorry. I had no idea. I wanted to be original with the flowers, but- Oh, Gosh, if I’d only know I would have-" 

"Hey, hey, calm down." I laughed. "I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Just get rid of the daisies." 

My statement seemed to soothe him just a little bit, but he still looked humiliated. That was probably the reason why our conversation was tense and strained as he drove me to the designated place of our date. He said the place we were going to was a surprise that he’d planned for me. I felt that this was finally going on the right track. Well, let’s just say that I wasn’t exactly right about that either. 

"Here we are!" he exclaimed as he opened the car door for me once we’d parked the car. I exited the car and my face immediately fell as I saw where we were. He’d taken me to a Chinese restaurant. I hate Chinese food. No offence to Chinese people and anyone that likes Chinese food. I’ve just never liked it. 

"Oh," I said precariously. Matt was completely oblivious to the sudden change in my mood as he took my hand in his. I didn’t have the heart to tell him about my dislike toward Chinese food. I figured that I could order something more ordinary. 

So, you can imagine my dismay when the waiter came to take our order and nothing on the menu caught my eye. I only ordered orange juice, which thankfully they had. The waiter looked a bit confused, but went to give our orders to the chef anyway. 

"You didn’t order anything." Matt said once the waiter had left. 

"I’m just not all that hungry. I had a big lunch." I fibbed, refusing to look him in the eye. I racked my brain for a suitable subject with which to steer the subject away from my not ordering any food, but none came to mind. 

"Is anything wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. I shook my head no and tried to smile at him. I hoped he’d change the subject soon. I didn’t want to break his heart. He looked so proud of his planning for the night. And one thing had already gone wrong for him. There was no need to make a second thing go wrong when it didn’t have to. 

"You hate Chinese food, don’t you?" he suddenly said, guessing my thoughts. I thought about equivocating, but I knew it would be a fruitless attempt. I was probably giving my thoughts away in quite an obvious way. 

"Yeah," I said, not bothering to lie. "But don’t worry. I’ll just have a drink. I really am not that hungry." 

I was lying. 

I’d been too nervous to eat anything the entire day. I hadn’t had a bite to eat ever since breakfast. I was starving. 

Before he could say anything else I quickly changed the subject. We talked about various things, but neither of us seemed to be getting into the conversation much. It was still tense and strained. On his part mostly. I could tell that he was beyond nervous and beyond self-conscious. I hadn’t expected Matt to be this nervous on a date. He’s a pretty laid-back guy. This was a whole new side of him that I was seeing. 

When our orders came the conversation evaporated again. I just sat there, sipping my drink, willing for the awkwardness to fade. Well, it faded, alright. But not in the way I’d expected. Then again nothing on this date turned out quite the way I’d expected. 

Matt had ordered a bottle of mineral water for the both of us. He got the bottle and poured some water into his glass. And that’s when it happened. As he was putting the bottle back on the table, he accidentally hit his glass with his elbow. The glass careened and yes, you guessed it, spilled right into my lap, soaking my dress. 

I squealed and jumped up from the table in shock. Matt quickly came running toward me with a handful of napkins he’d grabbed from the table. I’d calmed down from the shock in the couple of seconds it had taken him to grab the napkins, so I just calmly took them from him and started dabbing at my dress. 

"Oh My God, Gabby, I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. Oh My God!" he started rambling. I just waved his apologies away. 

"Don’t worry about it," I said sweetly. "It’s just water. It doesn’t stain." I gave him a warm smile, but that did nothing to calm his already frazzled nerves as he continued to ramble off apologies. I continued to soothe him telling him it was alright and that it could happen to everybody until he finally calmed down. 

By then neither of us wanted to stay in the restaurant anymore, so we decided to leave. And that’s when yet another surprise came lurking around. And not a good one either.

When the waiter came with our check Matt reached for his wallet. And I’m pretty sure it’s pretty obvious what happened. His eyes went wide and the color ebbed off his face. He was about to say something, but I interrupted him by pulling out the required amount of money from my purse. 

Rule No.1 when you’re going out anywhere is “Take money with you”. You never know when you may need it.

Before Matt could embarrass himself anymore and try to “save” the situation - because I was pretty sure that he felt awful having me pay for him and that he would try to fix it somehow and I didn’t think that was a good idea with the state he was in - I thanked the waiter for his service and pulled Matt out of the restaurant. Once we were out of the restaurant he started rambling, throwing apologies at me.

"Matt, it’s fine." I said. "It could have happened to anyone. It’s okay." 

He seemed to calm down a bit and we started walking to the car in a tense silence. That is until I heard Matt say something that I really never thought I’d ever heard him say. He’s normally very confident. 

"I screwed up so bad." he murmured to himself. 

I stopped walking and obviously noticing I’d stopped so did he. But he still refused to look me in the eye. He looked down at his feet, scuffing the ground with his shoe nervously. 

"You didn’t screw up." I said and that’s when he looked up to me, meeting my eyes. 

He arched an eyebrow and said, “Gabby, were you at the same date as me? I screwed up and you know it.” He lowered his gaze again and murmured, “I just wanted it to be perfect.” 

"Okay," I admitted. "You did screw up." I put a hand on his shoulder to make him look at me, because it was honestly breaking my heart to see him like this. It was obvious that he’d wanted everything to turn out perfectly and everything had gone wrong for him. "But that’s only because you planned too much. You didn’t let anything happen naturally." 

At that moment I got an idea that I was pretty sure would fix the events of the night. I grabbed him by the hand and started pulling him along with me. He seemed confused but I didn’t let him ask any questions. I took him to the car and told him to get in as I went to the other side and climbed into the passenger seat. 

"Drive." I stated plainly when we were all buckled in. 

"Where?" he asked and I just shook my head. 

"Wherever you want. No plans. No preconceived ideas. No schedules. Just drive. Anywhere at all. Let’s see where life takes us." 

He seemed confused at my wishes, but acquiesced anyway. I made him stop at my house, so I could change from my wet clothes into something else and after that I told him the exact same thing I had before. I told him to drive. He just nodded and started driving. After a while of just driving through streets we ended up at one that lead to the beach. That’s when I decided to speak up.

"Let’s stop here."

"The beach?" he questioned, because that apparently hadn’t been his idea of the perfect first date. I’d noticed that he wanted this date to be fancy, but I to be honest I’ve never liked fancy first dates. Simple and beautiful has always been my thing.

"Yes." I said plainly and he made no attempt to question me again. He only found a good parking spot and parked the car without another word. Like a true gentleman he got out and came to my side of the car to open my door. Our fingers interlaced as he took my hand in his and we started walking down to the beach.

And that’s when the conversation started flowing. The tension from before melted away and suddenly we were both just comfortable with each other. As if the nervousness had completely disappeared. We joked around, we teased each other… At one point I pushed him into the water. He screamed and dragged me along with him, so we ended up splashing each other.

"That was my revenge for you spilling your water on me." I laughed after we’d calmed down from the laughing a bit. By that time we were sitting on the wet sand, the water splashing at our feet, not having a care in the world.

"Oh, Gosh, I’m sorry about that." he said. "I just wanted everything to be so perfect, because I like you a lot. I’ve had an enormous crush on your ever since I first met you. I guess I just panicked."

I felt butterflies in my stomach as she said those words. Apparently I’d been wrong in thinking he’d only had a little crush on me. But it was good to know, because I liked him a lot too.

"Yeah, I know." I said, letting my head rest atop his shoulder as I stared out at the sparkling stars. The moon lit up the beach and everything seemed to shimmer under its light. Just like a fairyland. "But some of the most beautiful things are unplanned."

"I guess you’re right." he said, putting his hand around me. I felt a tingling sensation from his touch, which made me smile. This evening was turning out to be perfect after all.

I looked over at him as he was dreamily staring at the horizon in front of us. After a few seconds he turned toward me, catching my eye, and he smiled. Without anyone telling us, he just came closer to me. In a matter of seconds our lips lightly touched, slowly evolving into a kiss. It felt as if a wave of electricity and euphoria passed through my whole body. And I liked the feeling. I liked it very much.

Once he pulled away we both just smiled at each other, savoring the beautiful moment.

"I’m pretty sure that that kiss wouldn’t have been as beautiful if it was planned." I said and he chuckled.

"You really are something else, Gabby." he said and looked back into my eyes, his hazel eyes twinkling in the night light.

"I hope you mean that as a compliment, Mr. Espinosa." I said teasingly.

He just smiled and leaned in again, our lips meeting for yet another kiss. At that moment neither of us cared about anything else other than being with each other. No worries and no cares. It was about the moment. This moment. This unplanned moment. Because life is beautiful and it’s filled with a lot of wonderful moments. And that’s why the most beautiful of moments come unplanned. Because life has already got them planned for you. 

I hope you like it. I’m looking at another hiatus from tomorrow until September 1st. I might log on to post older requests, but other than that I will be unavailable on all my social media. I’ve decided not to close requests this time, so you can still request. However, all the requests will be posted after the hiatus is over. 

I’ve got about 5 requests that I need to post, so I’ll try and work on those during the hiatus. I needed to post them a long time ago, but honestly even though I’d like to believe it I’m not a writing machine. Chances are that if you request a plot as well I’ll be able to finish it faster. 

This request was a bit hurried, so don’t pay attention to any typos and such. I don’t really have time to edit it much right now. I’ll look it over when I get the time. 

Anyway, thank you for reading and requesting! Request some more and give me something to do. I love writing for you guys! I love you, my lovelies! :) 

#Imagine
[Requested]
Your POV: 
Serendipity (noun)
The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. 
Up till then &#8220;serendipity&#8221; had only been a regular vocabulary word for me. I never really thought it would happen to me. But serendipity did happen. In such a way that I could have never expected it. Not in a million years. Not ever. 
It happened out of the blue. You sometimes think that some things can&#8217;t ever change, but they do. And they catch you so much by surprise that you&#8217;re rendered speechless and you&#8217;re just trying to comprehend what just happened and how in the world it could have happend. Well, I guess you could say that that&#8217;s what happened to me.
I entered school that morning in a haste. I had woken up late and due to that I did everything later than I should have. I had also skipped breakfast and my stomach decided that it had the right to complain about the lack of food. 
So you could see how I wasn&#8217;t too happy to see one particular person that morning. I was rushing toward my locker when I spotted him from the corner of my eye. Please don&#8217;t talk to me, I prayed to myself as I walked toward my locker. I was in such a hurry to get my books out that I dropped one on the ground. 
I cursed under my breath as I bent down to pick it up. A pair of strong hands dived down, however, and picked up my Calculus book before I could. I stood up tall only to come face to face with the school&#8217;s hottest and most popular guy, Jack Gilinsky. 
Every girl in school was head over heels in love with Jack Gilinsky. Nobody could really blame them. Jack Gilinsky was hot. But unfortunately he&#8217;d let it get to his head and he was in some sort of phase where he thought that he was the only guy in existence and that he could get any girl he laid eyes on and decided he liked. Including me. And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I didn&#8217;t feel particularly in the mood to talk to Jack Gilinsky that morning. 
It was bad enough that I was already late and frustrated about being late. It would have been like adding oil to fire talking to Jack. He took every chance he had to flirt with me. Whenever I would walk down the hall he would call out some lame remark that was meant to impress me. He would violently flirt with me, thinking that in some universe I would fall at his feet like every other girl. All my friends teased me about it. I was Gilinsky&#8217;s new target and they all knew it. But I didn&#8217;t feel like dealing with Gilinsky. He could take his Oh-I&#8217;m-the-Point-Guard-Girls-Are-In-Love-With-Me-Fall-At-My-Feet-I-Am-So-Hot-Bow-Down-Down-To-Me attitude and swallow it, because I wasn&#8217;t interested. 
"Here," he said, handing me my book. He was actually being nice for once. That got me confused. 
"Thanks." I said, still not being able to understand his sudden change of attitude. 
"Maybe as a thank you, you could let me make out with you." he said, winking at me flirtatiously. 
Oh, nope. Stupid of me to actually think that Jack Gilinsky could actually be a decent human being for once and not use the chance to annoy me. 
"Oh, and here I thought there was an actual human being under that whole narcissistic jerk exterior of yours. It turns out that there&#8217;s an even bigger narcissist jerk under the first one." I spat and he only smirked as a reponse. That was his signature move. The coquettish smirk. That was the move that made girls fall at his feet so easily. 
He had used it on me a thousand times except that I didn&#8217;t have the same effect on me that it did on other girls. It only managed to annoy me, while other girls laughed uncontrollably and I&#8217;m pretty sure some of them were close to fainting. 
"Oh, come on, (Y/N)," he said, coming closer to me. I leaned against the locker to avoid him coming any closer, but that&#8217;s when I realized I was pretty much stuck. I couldn&#8217;t go further back. "We&#8217;ve been playing this game for far too long. You know you want me." he came so close to me that I could actually feel his breath tickling me on the skin of my neck. He knew what he was doing. I can bet on it that he knew exactly what he was doing. And I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to weaken my defences or whatever he thought was the reason that I kept ignoring him. It wasn&#8217;t the first time that he&#8217;d attempted doing something like this, but this time he was going too far. He&#8217;d annoyed me all year long. 
"You&#8217;ve got to admit that you have feelings for me." he whispered in my ear and I felt my cheeks flush a deep scarlet color. I was sure that people were watching. "Why don&#8217;t you just admit them to yourself and then we can move this along, huh?" he said. And that&#8217;s what did it for me. 
I pushed him as hard as I could. Unfortunately, him being the school Basketball team&#8217;s Point Guard, he was much stronger than me, so I only managed to push him a few centimeters away from me. But that was good enough. It at least gave me some breathing space. And it was a reasonable distance unlike the one we&#8217;d shared before. 
"Gilinsky, I&#8217;m warning you only once," I started and my voice sounded harsh and scary even to my ears. "If you ever try something like that again I promise you that you will regret it. You can flaunt your narcissistic jerk stupid athletic Point Guard attitude elsewhere, but just keep it as far away as possible from me!&#8221; And with that I stormed away. Not my best speech, I will admit. But in my defense I was seething. I imagine that everyone in the hall was staring at me at that moment, but I didn&#8217;t care the least bit. I wanted to get away from Jack as far as possible. Little did I know that that little uncomfortable moment would be the start of something beautiful. 
It was a month after that that it happened. Jack and I hadn&#8217;t talked for a whole month. He had left me alone and hadn&#8217;t tried to flirt with me even once. I wasn&#8217;t sure if I should be surprised or relieved most of the time. I&#8217;m not sure I was either one, to be honest. I was aware that I had been harsh, but I didn&#8217;t think I had been that harsh. 
It was as if something out of my control had brought me to the Basketball game that night. Call it Fate, call it Destiny&#8230;. Call it Serendipity. 
I usually never came to Basketball games, but this time I&#8217;d done it as a favor. One of my closest friends had something with Jack Johnson, who happened to be Gilinsky&#8217;s best friend and also on the Basketball team. Nobody really knew what they had together. Whether it was an actual relationship or a flirtationship. I didn&#8217;t care much, though. She liked him, so we ended up at the game. 
I don&#8217;t really know much about Basketball and I haven&#8217;t ever really cared, so I resorted to shouting with the crowd. I do understand a little bit of it, so I did know when we&#8217;d get points. And yes, I was smart enough to know that we won. By then I had actually really gotten into the moment and was screaming and jumping around with the crowd. Yes, I can have school spirit when I want to. Don&#8217;t act so surprised. 
That was why when Clara, the friend I was with, suggested we go to the victory party I didn&#8217;t even think of saying no. I was too into the moment to say no. Unfortunately I&#8217;d forgotten about the fact that, Gilinsky being the Point Guard, the party would naturally be held at his place. I wanted to slap myself in the forehead when I stepped over the threshold into the house only to realize I realize whose house I was at. I wanted to tell Clara that I wanted to go home, but I didn&#8217;t have my car with me and I couldn&#8217;t do that to her. I knew she wanted to spend time with Jack J. 
"Oh, I didn&#8217;t think you&#8217;d show up," I heard a well-known voice behind me and immediately felt my facial features shift into a frown. I turned around to see Jack G with that well known smirk painting his features. 
"I&#8217;m not here for you." I retorted. "I&#8217;m here for the party." 
I didn&#8217;t want to mention the fact that I&#8217;d forgotten it was his party. 
"I still want you as far away from me as possible." I added, before walking off. 
"Wait!" I heard him call after me, but I didn&#8217;t feel like dealing with him, so I just continued walking. 
I lost him in the crowd and went onto the dance floor. I tried getting back into the party mood I&#8217;d had going for myself an hour earlier, but it wasn&#8217;t working. It was as if the conversation with Jack G had sucked that whole party mood dry. And I didn&#8217;t know why. 
In the end I ended up walking out into his backyard. The party was going on inside only, so the backyard was completely desolated. I wasn&#8217;t sure if I was allowed to be here, but I needed to get some air and catch my breath. I walked over to a tree and leaned against it, staring at the night sky over the horizon. I could hear the pounding of the music coming from inside the house, but it was muffled by the closed door, so it gave the atmosphere a bit of serenity.
I could feel a chill, so I huddled my arms closer to myself. I was only wearing a sleeveless black top, paired with dark blue skinny jeans. I didn&#8217;t think I&#8217;d need a jacket, because it had been a pretty warm day. But obviously I&#8217;d been mistaken. I knew that I&#8217;d eventually have to go back inside, but I didn&#8217;t want to just yet. I could bare with the cold for a couple of more minutes. 
Suddenly I felt a cloth being draped across my shoulders. I looked up and saw that it was Jack G, putting his jacket over my shoulders. I would have told him to get lost, but it was such a sweet gesture that I really didn&#8217;t have the heart to. However, I did expect an annoying violently flirtatious remark to come shooting away any moment now. 
"Thanks." I murmured, refusing to look him in the eye. 
"No problem." he answered, leaning against the tree, next to me. A silence descended upon us as we both continued looking at the stars, twinkling in the sky. It was a clear night. Not a single cloud to be seen, so the stars and the moon could glow to their full beauty. "Beautiful, isn&#8217;t it?" 
His voice caught me a bit by surprise. My eyes met his and I noticed that he&#8217;d been looking at me the entire time. &#8220;What?&#8221; I asked. 
"The stars," he said and for once it was as if his confidence had left him. He looked down at his feet and scuffed the ground with his shoe. "But you too." he murmured. 
I was suddenly rendered speechless. Jack G had never once called a girl beautiful. He had always resorted to calling them &#8220;hot&#8221;, but not once beautiful. Especially not me. I had always thought that he just liked messing with my head by flirting with me, because I was the only girl that didn&#8217;t react to his stupid flirtatious remarks. At least not in the way he&#8217;d wanted me too. 
"Uh, thanks." I stammered, feeling my cheeks dust with a pink color. Why am I blushing? I thought to myself. I couldn&#8217;t put my finger on why that had happened. I&#8217;d never really thought about Jack in any other way than the annoying flirt at school. 
"Look, (Y/N)," he suddenly said, causing me to look up from the grass and look him directly in the eye. "Can we talk?" Before I could reply he spoke again. "I mean, can I talk? Just listen to me.&#8221; 
I nodded slowly, because I was truthfully curious about what he had to say. 
"I know you don&#8217;t like me. I know I&#8217;ve made you feel uncomfortable with my flirtatious remarks a handful of times. And I&#8217;m sorry. I never mean to do that. I never meant to make you hate me. It&#8217;s just that I never knew how to tell you how I actually felt, so I resorted to flirting with you shamelessly in a fruitless attempt to impress you." 
He paused and seemed to be thinking about something and I only continued looking at him. It was the spark in his eyes that made me feel as if I had to listen to him. It was a spark of emotion. For once Jack seemed to be genuine. He seemed to be speaking from the heart. 
"I wish I had the most beautiful and most perfect words to say to you, because if I did I&#8217;d tell you all about it. I&#8217;d tell you how my heart skips a beat whenever I see you walking down the school hallway. I&#8217;d tell you how great it makes me feel when you smile at me. I love the way your eyes seem to glow when you&#8217;re happy. I love the way you focus on Math problems in class and how cute it looks when you scrunch up your nose when you&#8217;re confused over them. I&#8217;d tell you how many times I&#8217;ve wanted to kiss you. I&#8217;d tell you how much I like it when the wind blows your hair away from your face, because you have a beautiful face. I&#8217;d tell you how beautiful every part of you looks to me, no matter how ordinary you think it looks, yourself. I&#8217;d tell you how beautiful you always look to me, no matter what you wear and what you&#8217;re doing. But most of all&#8230; I&#8217;d tell you how much in love with you I&#8217;ve always been and how much I&#8217;ve always wished and hoped that somehow secretly you&#8217;ve been too. But, hey, I&#8217;m just a stupid narcissistic Point Guard and I don&#8217;t have the right words.&#8221; he finished and lowered his eyes to the ground. 
"I-I&#8217;m sorry." he stuttered a second later. "I shouldn&#8217;t have said that. I&#8217;m sorry." he turned on his heel and started walking away, but he didn&#8217;t get far, because before I was aware of what I was doing I was holding onto his arm, pulling him back. 
Before he could protest I connected my lips to his and let myself dissolve into the kiss. Jack seemed confused at first, but that quickly faded. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in even closer, while I put my hands around his neck, steadying myself and letting the kiss last. Once we pulled apart there was a second of silence when we just both stared in each other&#8217;s eyes, letting what had just happened sink in. 
"I wish I had the right words to tell you," I started, not breaking eye-contact, "how much I like you too. I&#8217;ve liked you for a long time and that&#8217;s why I&#8217;ve always hoped that there was a sweet person like this under that hardshell exterior. No matter how much you infuriated me I couldn&#8217;t get you off my mind. I thought it was a silly little crush, but apparently I was wrong. I wish I had the right words to tell you that I&#8217;m in love with you too, Jack." I said and he smiled. 
"You&#8217;ve never called me Jack before." he said. "You always call me Gilinsky." 
"Shut up, Gilinsky, and let me finish," I said jokingly and he laughed. He looked back into my eyes and that&#8217;s when I started being aware of our closeness. We still hadn&#8217;t pulled apart and he still had his arms around my waist and I had my hands around his neck. I could feel his heart beat and it seemed to be just a it faster than usual indicating that he was just as nervous about this whole thing as I was. But I didn&#8217;t mind. It made it feel intimate. 
"But sometimes, Jack," I started, "there are no right words. Sometimes words can&#8217;t explain the way we feel. And that&#8217;s why sometimes we don&#8217;t need words." 
"Because some actions are louder than words." he said with a smile, before leaning in and kissing me again. 
And that&#8217;s when I realized that all these events that had happened up till now led up to this one and that they had all been worth it. Some events are good things even though we sometimes think that they&#8217;re not. And what had happened between Jack and me had been serendipity. And honestly it felt so enchanting and magical. Just the way it should feel. 

So, I hope you, guys, like it. I was inspired by It&#8217;s a Boy Girl Thing. That scene between Woody and Nell. Those of you that have watched it know exactly which scene I&#8217;m talking about. And those of you that haven&#8217;t, I suggest you do, because it&#8217;s such an adorable movie and it&#8217;s awesome. (Or should I say ace, because I&#8217;ve started using that word a lot.) Thank you for reading. This is my first Jack G request. I&#8217;ve got a few more Cameron and Matt requests that I need to write and one Shawn request, so I&#8217;ll be posting more. If you&#8217;d like to request don&#8217;t hesitate to do so. It doesn&#8217;t have to be Magcon either. You can request anyone you want. :) 

#Imagine

[Requested]

Your POV: 

Serendipity (noun)

The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. 

Up till then “serendipity” had only been a regular vocabulary word for me. I never really thought it would happen to me. But serendipity did happen. In such a way that I could have never expected it. Not in a million years. Not ever. 

It happened out of the blue. You sometimes think that some things can’t ever change, but they do. And they catch you so much by surprise that you’re rendered speechless and you’re just trying to comprehend what just happened and how in the world it could have happend. Well, I guess you could say that that’s what happened to me.

I entered school that morning in a haste. I had woken up late and due to that I did everything later than I should have. I had also skipped breakfast and my stomach decided that it had the right to complain about the lack of food. 

So you could see how I wasn’t too happy to see one particular person that morning. I was rushing toward my locker when I spotted him from the corner of my eye. Please don’t talk to me, I prayed to myself as I walked toward my locker. I was in such a hurry to get my books out that I dropped one on the ground. 

I cursed under my breath as I bent down to pick it up. A pair of strong hands dived down, however, and picked up my Calculus book before I could. I stood up tall only to come face to face with the school’s hottest and most popular guy, Jack Gilinsky. 

Every girl in school was head over heels in love with Jack Gilinsky. Nobody could really blame them. Jack Gilinsky was hot. But unfortunately he’d let it get to his head and he was in some sort of phase where he thought that he was the only guy in existence and that he could get any girl he laid eyes on and decided he liked. Including me. And that is why, ladies and gentlemen, I didn’t feel particularly in the mood to talk to Jack Gilinsky that morning. 

It was bad enough that I was already late and frustrated about being late. It would have been like adding oil to fire talking to Jack. He took every chance he had to flirt with me. Whenever I would walk down the hall he would call out some lame remark that was meant to impress me. He would violently flirt with me, thinking that in some universe I would fall at his feet like every other girl. All my friends teased me about it. I was Gilinsky’s new target and they all knew it. But I didn’t feel like dealing with Gilinsky. He could take his Oh-I’m-the-Point-Guard-Girls-Are-In-Love-With-Me-Fall-At-My-Feet-I-Am-So-Hot-Bow-Down-Down-To-Me attitude and swallow it, because I wasn’t interested. 

"Here," he said, handing me my book. He was actually being nice for once. That got me confused. 

"Thanks." I said, still not being able to understand his sudden change of attitude. 

"Maybe as a thank you, you could let me make out with you." he said, winking at me flirtatiously. 

Oh, nope. Stupid of me to actually think that Jack Gilinsky could actually be a decent human being for once and not use the chance to annoy me. 

"Oh, and here I thought there was an actual human being under that whole narcissistic jerk exterior of yours. It turns out that there’s an even bigger narcissist jerk under the first one." I spat and he only smirked as a reponse. That was his signature move. The coquettish smirk. That was the move that made girls fall at his feet so easily. 

He had used it on me a thousand times except that I didn’t have the same effect on me that it did on other girls. It only managed to annoy me, while other girls laughed uncontrollably and I’m pretty sure some of them were close to fainting. 

"Oh, come on, (Y/N)," he said, coming closer to me. I leaned against the locker to avoid him coming any closer, but that’s when I realized I was pretty much stuck. I couldn’t go further back. "We’ve been playing this game for far too long. You know you want me." he came so close to me that I could actually feel his breath tickling me on the skin of my neck. He knew what he was doing. I can bet on it that he knew exactly what he was doing. And I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to weaken my defences or whatever he thought was the reason that I kept ignoring him. It wasn’t the first time that he’d attempted doing something like this, but this time he was going too far. He’d annoyed me all year long. 

"You’ve got to admit that you have feelings for me." he whispered in my ear and I felt my cheeks flush a deep scarlet color. I was sure that people were watching. "Why don’t you just admit them to yourself and then we can move this along, huh?" he said. And that’s what did it for me. 

I pushed him as hard as I could. Unfortunately, him being the school Basketball team’s Point Guard, he was much stronger than me, so I only managed to push him a few centimeters away from me. But that was good enough. It at least gave me some breathing space. And it was a reasonable distance unlike the one we’d shared before. 

"Gilinsky, I’m warning you only once," I started and my voice sounded harsh and scary even to my ears. "If you ever try something like that again I promise you that you will regret it. You can flaunt your narcissistic jerk stupid athletic Point Guard attitude elsewhere, but just keep it as far away as possible from me!” And with that I stormed away. Not my best speech, I will admit. But in my defense I was seething. I imagine that everyone in the hall was staring at me at that moment, but I didn’t care the least bit. I wanted to get away from Jack as far as possible. Little did I know that that little uncomfortable moment would be the start of something beautiful. 

It was a month after that that it happened. Jack and I hadn’t talked for a whole month. He had left me alone and hadn’t tried to flirt with me even once. I wasn’t sure if I should be surprised or relieved most of the time. I’m not sure I was either one, to be honest. I was aware that I had been harsh, but I didn’t think I had been that harsh. 

It was as if something out of my control had brought me to the Basketball game that night. Call it Fate, call it Destiny…. Call it Serendipity. 

I usually never came to Basketball games, but this time I’d done it as a favor. One of my closest friends had something with Jack Johnson, who happened to be Gilinsky’s best friend and also on the Basketball team. Nobody really knew what they had together. Whether it was an actual relationship or a flirtationship. I didn’t care much, though. She liked him, so we ended up at the game. 

I don’t really know much about Basketball and I haven’t ever really cared, so I resorted to shouting with the crowd. I do understand a little bit of it, so I did know when we’d get points. And yes, I was smart enough to know that we won. By then I had actually really gotten into the moment and was screaming and jumping around with the crowd. Yes, I can have school spirit when I want to. Don’t act so surprised. 

That was why when Clara, the friend I was with, suggested we go to the victory party I didn’t even think of saying no. I was too into the moment to say no. Unfortunately I’d forgotten about the fact that, Gilinsky being the Point Guard, the party would naturally be held at his place. I wanted to slap myself in the forehead when I stepped over the threshold into the house only to realize I realize whose house I was at. I wanted to tell Clara that I wanted to go home, but I didn’t have my car with me and I couldn’t do that to her. I knew she wanted to spend time with Jack J. 

"Oh, I didn’t think you’d show up," I heard a well-known voice behind me and immediately felt my facial features shift into a frown. I turned around to see Jack G with that well known smirk painting his features. 

"I’m not here for you." I retorted. "I’m here for the party." 

I didn’t want to mention the fact that I’d forgotten it was his party. 

"I still want you as far away from me as possible." I added, before walking off. 

"Wait!" I heard him call after me, but I didn’t feel like dealing with him, so I just continued walking. 

I lost him in the crowd and went onto the dance floor. I tried getting back into the party mood I’d had going for myself an hour earlier, but it wasn’t working. It was as if the conversation with Jack G had sucked that whole party mood dry. And I didn’t know why. 

In the end I ended up walking out into his backyard. The party was going on inside only, so the backyard was completely desolated. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to be here, but I needed to get some air and catch my breath. I walked over to a tree and leaned against it, staring at the night sky over the horizon. I could hear the pounding of the music coming from inside the house, but it was muffled by the closed door, so it gave the atmosphere a bit of serenity.

I could feel a chill, so I huddled my arms closer to myself. I was only wearing a sleeveless black top, paired with dark blue skinny jeans. I didn’t think I’d need a jacket, because it had been a pretty warm day. But obviously I’d been mistaken. I knew that I’d eventually have to go back inside, but I didn’t want to just yet. I could bare with the cold for a couple of more minutes. 

Suddenly I felt a cloth being draped across my shoulders. I looked up and saw that it was Jack G, putting his jacket over my shoulders. I would have told him to get lost, but it was such a sweet gesture that I really didn’t have the heart to. However, I did expect an annoying violently flirtatious remark to come shooting away any moment now. 

"Thanks." I murmured, refusing to look him in the eye. 

"No problem." he answered, leaning against the tree, next to me. A silence descended upon us as we both continued looking at the stars, twinkling in the sky. It was a clear night. Not a single cloud to be seen, so the stars and the moon could glow to their full beauty. "Beautiful, isn’t it?" 

His voice caught me a bit by surprise. My eyes met his and I noticed that he’d been looking at me the entire time. “What?” I asked. 

"The stars," he said and for once it was as if his confidence had left him. He looked down at his feet and scuffed the ground with his shoe. "But you too." he murmured. 

I was suddenly rendered speechless. Jack G had never once called a girl beautiful. He had always resorted to calling them “hot”, but not once beautiful. Especially not me. I had always thought that he just liked messing with my head by flirting with me, because I was the only girl that didn’t react to his stupid flirtatious remarks. At least not in the way he’d wanted me too. 

"Uh, thanks." I stammered, feeling my cheeks dust with a pink color. Why am I blushing? I thought to myself. I couldn’t put my finger on why that had happened. I’d never really thought about Jack in any other way than the annoying flirt at school. 

"Look, (Y/N)," he suddenly said, causing me to look up from the grass and look him directly in the eye. "Can we talk?" Before I could reply he spoke again. "I mean, can I talk? Just listen to me.” 

I nodded slowly, because I was truthfully curious about what he had to say. 

"I know you don’t like me. I know I’ve made you feel uncomfortable with my flirtatious remarks a handful of times. And I’m sorry. I never mean to do that. I never meant to make you hate me. It’s just that I never knew how to tell you how I actually felt, so I resorted to flirting with you shamelessly in a fruitless attempt to impress you." 

He paused and seemed to be thinking about something and I only continued looking at him. It was the spark in his eyes that made me feel as if I had to listen to him. It was a spark of emotion. For once Jack seemed to be genuine. He seemed to be speaking from the heart. 

"I wish I had the most beautiful and most perfect words to say to you, because if I did I’d tell you all about it. I’d tell you how my heart skips a beat whenever I see you walking down the school hallway. I’d tell you how great it makes me feel when you smile at me. I love the way your eyes seem to glow when you’re happy. I love the way you focus on Math problems in class and how cute it looks when you scrunch up your nose when you’re confused over them. I’d tell you how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you. I’d tell you how much I like it when the wind blows your hair away from your face, because you have a beautiful face. I’d tell you how beautiful every part of you looks to me, no matter how ordinary you think it looks, yourself. I’d tell you how beautiful you always look to me, no matter what you wear and what you’re doing. But most of all… I’d tell you how much in love with you I’ve always been and how much I’ve always wished and hoped that somehow secretly you’ve been too. But, hey, I’m just a stupid narcissistic Point Guard and I don’t have the right words.” he finished and lowered his eyes to the ground. 

"I-I’m sorry." he stuttered a second later. "I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry." he turned on his heel and started walking away, but he didn’t get far, because before I was aware of what I was doing I was holding onto his arm, pulling him back. 

Before he could protest I connected my lips to his and let myself dissolve into the kiss. Jack seemed confused at first, but that quickly faded. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in even closer, while I put my hands around his neck, steadying myself and letting the kiss last. Once we pulled apart there was a second of silence when we just both stared in each other’s eyes, letting what had just happened sink in. 

"I wish I had the right words to tell you," I started, not breaking eye-contact, "how much I like you too. I’ve liked you for a long time and that’s why I’ve always hoped that there was a sweet person like this under that hardshell exterior. No matter how much you infuriated me I couldn’t get you off my mind. I thought it was a silly little crush, but apparently I was wrong. I wish I had the right words to tell you that I’m in love with you too, Jack." I said and he smiled. 

"You’ve never called me Jack before." he said. "You always call me Gilinsky." 

"Shut up, Gilinsky, and let me finish," I said jokingly and he laughed. He looked back into my eyes and that’s when I started being aware of our closeness. We still hadn’t pulled apart and he still had his arms around my waist and I had my hands around his neck. I could feel his heart beat and it seemed to be just a it faster than usual indicating that he was just as nervous about this whole thing as I was. But I didn’t mind. It made it feel intimate. 

"But sometimes, Jack," I started, "there are no right words. Sometimes words can’t explain the way we feel. And that’s why sometimes we don’t need words." 

"Because some actions are louder than words." he said with a smile, before leaning in and kissing me again. 

And that’s when I realized that all these events that had happened up till now led up to this one and that they had all been worth it. Some events are good things even though we sometimes think that they’re not. And what had happened between Jack and me had been serendipity. And honestly it felt so enchanting and magical. Just the way it should feel. 

So, I hope you, guys, like it. I was inspired by It’s a Boy Girl Thing. That scene between Woody and Nell. Those of you that have watched it know exactly which scene I’m talking about. And those of you that haven’t, I suggest you do, because it’s such an adorable movie and it’s awesome. (Or should I say ace, because I’ve started using that word a lot.) Thank you for reading. This is my first Jack G request. I’ve got a few more Cameron and Matt requests that I need to write and one Shawn request, so I’ll be posting more. If you’d like to request don’t hesitate to do so. It doesn’t have to be Magcon either. You can request anyone you want. :) 

Anonymous asked:

Can you make a Matt imagine where you two break up and you remove all the pictures of you two off your Instagram and one of the guys point it out to Matt and he has to tell all the magcon guys you two broke up and Cameron reads your tweets out loud and Matt apologizes? IM SORRY THIS IS CONFUSING

I understood it, don’t worry. Thank you for the lovely request. I loved writing it. I made it as cute as possible, because I got really into it. I’ve just posted it. Btw, I’m sorry if I’m late with this. Tumblr didn’t inform me for a while that I had new messages. I hope you like it. :)