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. 

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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. :) 

#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. :)

I understood it. Don’t worry. I hope that this is what you wanted. :) 

I made up all the Twitter names in this, so if they match up with ones that actually exist it’s a coincidence. And thank you for the request, I really enjoyed writing it. If you ever want to request another one don’t hesitate to ask. :)

#Imagine

The sun flooded in through the open window as the three friends sat on the couch, watching television. It was a Sunday and they were having a relaxing day. They’d been joking around and laughing about what was going on in the movie. They were waiting for their fourth friend, Matt, to arrive, but they’d started the movie without him because he said he would be late. Suddenly one of the friends decided to speak up with something that he knew the rest were wondering as well. 

"What’s with Matt?" Carter suddenly said, causing both Cameron’s and Nash’s eyes to focus on him. 

"What do you mean?" Nash asked, still studying him. 

"He’s been a bit quiet lately." Carter explained. "I mean, nothing major, but he’s been a bit secretive." 

"Yeah, I’ve kind of noticed it too." Cameron piped in, taking the remote control and muting the movie playing on the TV set. What was going on with Matt was a lot more important to all of them than the movie. 

 ”Do you think it’s because (Y/N)’s not here?” Nash asked. 

"(Y/N)’s on vacation. It can’t be that, can it? I mean, she’ll be back." Carter said, shaking his head. "But now that you mentioned it, I wanted to talk to you, guys, about that." 

Both Cameron and Nash looked at him, awaiting what he had to say. It was apparently a subject all of them had been thinking about, but had been too afraid to broach. 

"Don’t you, guys, find it kind of strange that she just made a decision to go on that family vacation in the last moment? She was so anxious to stay right here with Matt. It took a lot of convincing until they let her stay home, while her family went to Hawaii." 

Cameron nodded slowly and Nash looked at Carter worriedly, turning over what he’d said in his head. Seeming to get a thought, he took his phone out of his pocket and typed something in. A few seconds later his eyes widened and he blinked at his phone with a confused expression. Carter leaned over his shoulder and Cameron got up from his place and walked over to where Nash was sitting on the other side of the couch. 

"There isn’t a single picture of her and Matt together." he said, looking up at the other two boys. 

"Her Instagram was filled with tons of pictures with Matt. What happened to all of them?" Carter asked, clearly confused. "Wait a minute…" he trailed off. 

"No," Cameron shook his head, apparently comprehending exactly what Carter had been trying to say. "He would have told us if they’d broken up." 

"But, then again, that does explain why he’s been so quiet lately." Nash said, biting his lower lip in thought. "Man, I feel bad for him. He did love her. I actually never thought they’d break up. They seemed perfect for each other." 

At the moment the doorbell resounded through the house. Carter got up to open to the door, because they were at his house. 

"I guess we can ask him, ourselves." he commented before going out of the door.

Cameron took out his own phone from his pocket with a slightly confused face expression and scrolled through it. In the mean time Carter came back with Matt in the living room, who cheerfully - or what he made it look like - greeted his friends. Suddenly all eyes were focused on him, except for Cameron, who was still looking at something on his phone. 

"You and (Y/N) broke up?" Nash asked. 

Way to be forward, Carter thought, rolling his eyes at Nash, who only bore his eyes into Matt. 

Matt just looked in between the two of them for a moment, feeling caught. Then he sighed and only shook his head. “Yeah, we did.”

"When did you break up?" Carter asked, sitting back down on the couch next to Nash and Matt following suit. "And why?" 

"It was about two weeks ago." he said slowly, obviously uncomfortable about talking about the subject. "We couldn’t agree on something." 

Both Nash and Carter looked at him with expectantly and he felt himself pushed to continue the story. 

"She said that I didn’t pay enough attention to her. She said I ignored her and that I didn’t act like the first time we’d met. She said that it was as if I were throwing her aside. I told her it was only because I was too busy. One thing led to another and we ended up having a huge argument over it. And I guess we both said a lot of things we didn’t mean. In the end she told me that if I thought I would be happier and life would be easier for me without her that I didn’t have to have her in my life. She then told me that she would be going on her vacation with her family." Matt’s voice was wobbling a bit when he finished his little speech, but he tried to conceal the fact. 

"And you didn’t try to stop her?" Carter asked him to which Matt replied by shrugging. 

"I was too het up over the argument. I just… I wasn’t thinking straight." 

"She deleted your pictures together on Instragram." Nash suddenly blurted out to which he earned a glare from Carter along with a light punch on the shoulder to watch what he was saying and for not being tactful. Not as if he’d meant anything bad by it. He only handn’t noticed the shakiness of Matt’s voice. 

"She did?" Matt asked, looking stunned. His voice came out a squeak, so he clearned his throat before speaking again. "Well, I guess that proves it. She doesn’t want to be with me. That’s that." 

That’s when Cameron finally spoke up. He was still looking at his phone, reading something from it, when he did so. 

"Look, guys, what Matt and I had was beautiful. But it’s over now. He’s moved on, so I think so should you. And it’s not your fault, anyway. We broke up on our own terms. You, guys, are his fans and he loves you and nothing will ever change that. And I love you too." 

It was true that (Y/N) had been loved by Matt’s fans, which honestly seemed surprising. You’d think they woud have abhorred her existence just because she was Matt’s girlfriend. But that wasn’t so in his case. Matt had thought about it multiple times. He thought that it was her cheerful air and generally loveable nature that did it for her. She was really too nice for her own good sometimes. Sometimes she got hurt because of it, but most of the time it paid off and people just loved her. That’s what made the break up even harder for him. 

"What are you reading?" he asked Cameron. 

"They’re multiple tweets." he answered, tossing him the phone. "There are lots more. I think you should read them." 

Matt looked down toward Cameron’s phone and started scrolling through his ex-girlfriend’s tweets. There were  a lot of them. Most of which were with fans. The questions had all apparently started because of her deleting all the pictures and because of one single tweet. 

(Y/T/N): I still remember the butterflies when I first saw you. 

There were a lot of tweets asking her if that had been an indirect to Matt, but she was dodging those and only answering the other ones, even though Matt was sure that it had been an indirect to him. He scrolled through the rest of the tweets and he felt a pang after reading each and every one of them. 

@elatedespinosa: did you and matt break up

(Y/T/N): @elatedespinosa Yeah, we did. Don’t worry about us, though. :)

@mattwby: why did you and matt break up? you made such a cute couple. :(

(Y/TN): @mattwby He’s too busy for a girlfriend at the moment. I don’t want to get in the way of his carreer.

@mattsbae: do you hate matt now?

(Y/T/N): Of course not. I’ll always love him. :)

The last one was what did it for him. He quickly hit the home button on Cameron’s phone and tossed it back to him. That was enough for him. The boys looked at him curiously. 

"She’ll be fine without me." he said stubbornly. What he wanted was to rewind time, but he didn’t want to risk this ever happening again. It was a matter of not hurting her. He wanted her to be happy and she didn’t seem to give any hints that she wanted him back. Yeah, she did tweet about the first time they’d met and how she’d felt then. But she also told him face to face that she didn’t think things were the same as then. And she’d also told him that she didn’t want to come on tour anymore, so he didn’t have to worry about any awkward situations either. 

Cameron arched an eyebrow. “You’re not going to do anything about it?” 

Matt shook his head. “No.” 

"What happens when we go back on tour and you have to talk to her?" Nash asked. 

"She’s not coming back on tour. She told me she didn’t want to come anymore." Matt explained, willing for them to switch the subject. 

"You could at least announce it to the other guys." Cameron suddenly said, causing Matt to make eye conctact with him. "She did make a great contribution with her videos and the fans, as well as all the rest of the gang, love her. I remember that Shawn was planning on asking her to sing with him when we go on tour, Jack and Jack wanted her to be in a few vines and Mahogany also wanted her to be in a video with her. I think you could at least announce it to the rest of them that she won’t be joining us on tour and explain the cause to them." 

Cameron’s harsh tone of voice caught Matt off guard. Cameron was never mean. Especially not to him or any of their friends. That’s why he didn’t dare argue with him. 

"Fine." he said. "I’ll tell them." 

"Tonight." Cameron said. "We’re going on tour soon and they deserve to know beforehand so they can change their plans. And we were all meeting up tonight to discuss the stuff about the tour anyway, so it’s perfect timing." 

Matt only nodded. They made plans when and where and then they spent the rest of the day in an awkward tension surrouding them, which they all pretended to ignore. They parted ways and each of them went home for a while until they would meet up again at the hotel Shawn was staying at as they’d made plans before in the evening. 

Matt felt jiterry as he ascended the hotel stairs that evening. He couldn’t describe how even more jiterry he felt when he opened the door to Shawn’s suite and he laid eyes on (Y/N), who was sitting next to Shawn and singing along to Coldplay’s Counting Stars with him. She, along with everyone else, turned to look at the door to see who had entered. But Matt didn’t notice anyone else. He only noticed her. He noticed the way her smile dropped when she saw him. He acknowledged how quickly she looked away and turned her gaze toward the carpet on the floor, studying its shapes and colors. He didn’t want her to do that. He wanted her to look him directly in eye and see the well-known spark of happiness she always had when she saw him. But instead the spark of happiness was replaced with a spark of panic as she looked toward the floor. 

He cursed himself for being late. He felt so awkward and uncomfortable standing there in front of everyone. They knew nothing yet and they all greeted him as they normally would, but what he had to say made him nervous. 

Everyone talked and chatted throughout the evening and he couldn’t find the courage to say his announcement as stupid as it may sound. The fact that (Y/N) was there made him even more nervous. He had to face the facts of their break-up right in front of him and he didn’t think he was ready for that. He was pretty sure that Cameron had something to do with her being here by the looks he kept shooting him all evening as he talked to everyone else. Cameron tried to get (Y/N) involved in the conversations, but she seemed reluctant to talk. 

All of a sudden Cameron stopped talking and took his phone out of his pocket. Nobody seemed to notice what he was doing except for Matt who now had his eyes glued on what Cameron was doing. What’s he doing? Such an ordinary gesture suddenly seemed so threatening in Matt’s eyes. He was confused by Cameron’s behaviour a few hours earlier at Carter’s house and at his insistence that Matt announce his break up with (Y/N) in front of everyone else. 

Suddenly Cameron got up from his chair and cleared his throat. Matt felt his heart rate quicken. He had a feeling that he knew what Cameron was about to do. If there was one thing about Cameron that Matt knew for sure it was that he was a good friend and he would try to do anything in his power to help his friends. He was one of those people that knew how to give tough love, no matter how much it hurt his friends. So, that was his plan all along. Matt thought to himself as he saw Cameron gather everyone’s attention, suddenly powerless to stop him. Or maybe he didn’t want to stop him. 

"Guys, Matt was supposed to make an annoucement tonight," Cameron started as confusion-filled eyes focused on him, "but I’m going to do it for him." 

He took a look at his phone and started reading (Y/N)’s tweets in front of everyone as Matt had already expected. 

"Look, guys, what Matt and I had was beautiful. But it’s over now. He’s moved on, so I think so should you. And it’s not your fault, anyway. We broke up on our own terms. You, guys, are his fans and he loves you and nothing will ever change that. And I love you too." Cameron read off his phone. He continued reading some of (Y/N)’s interactions with the fans. And Matt knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was trying to salvage Matt’s and (Y/N)’s relationship, because it was too precious to lose. But Matt couldn’t seem to move and do anything about it, himself. Whether it was to stop Cameron or talk to (Y/N) and solve their problems. It wasn’t until Cameron got to the tweet Matt had read earlier in the day that he felt something shift and change inside him. 

"Do you hate Matt now?" Cameron read. "No, of course not. I’ll always love him." 

"And I’ll always love you." Matt suddenly got up, causing everyone’s eyes to shift to him. With all the attention suddenly focused on him he felt his cheeks stain a deep crimson and his palms start to sweat, but as he looked at (Y/N) he felt all the tension melt away. It was suddenly as if they were the only two people in the room. 

"(Y/N)," he started, an unusual passion coming over his voice. "you are the most wonderful person that I’ve ever met." 

Her eyes met his and she bit her lip nervously, obviously not being able to decide upon her actions. He took that as a chance to keep on talking. 

"Remember that one time when we kissed in the rain?" he heard himself say, letting the memories flood over him. "You were trembling from the cold and I gave you my jacket. You didn’t want to take it, because you were scared that I would be cold." 

Matt felt a smile playing at his lips as he thought about all the memories he shared with (Y/N). “You’re always like that. You care so much about other people and you always want to make them happy. If you can help you always do. Honestly, sometimes I think you’re too nice for your own good. Like the time when we went shopping together and you really liked one of the dresses you saw. It looked perfect on you. You simply shone in it. But you didn’t buy it. You didn’t buy it because it was the last one and that girl who had her prom coming up wanted it. That was the first time I saw how good of a person you were.” 

(Y/N) shifted in her seat for a second, but didn’t break eye-contact with him. 

"Gosh, you have no idea how beautiful you are. The way your hair blows in the wind and the way you brush it away from your eyes. You always think it looks like a mess when the wind does that to it, but it doesn’t. It looks beautiful. You’re beautiful. Every little thing about you is beautiful. I could spend hours with you lying on the ground, staring at the stars and talking about nothing. I don’t mind. You always think that you’re boring me when you’re telling me about your day, because you think it wasn’t as exciting as mine. But you’re not. I could listen to you talk for hours and hours and I wouldn’t get bored. The sound of your voice is the most beautiful melody to my ears. You think your laugh isn’t pretty, but honestly it’s the cutest thing for me. I love hearing you laugh. It shows me that you’re happy to be with me and I’m happy to be with you." 

He paused for a second and took a good look at her. He saw the ghost of a smile playing at her lips. 

"This life is so hectic. Everyone is always going somewhere and everyone always has something they need to do. But when I’m with you it somehow seems to stop. Time seems to come to a halt. It’s like there’s nothing else in the world, except for you and me. I like listening to the summer rain with you and fantasizing about our future together. We get so disconnected from the rest of the world and it feels amazing. You’re perfect and you always have been to me. And I should have told you a lot more than I did. You deserve to know. You’re not even aware of how much you deserve to know. Please forgive me. I was gifted with a wonderful girl like you and I let you slip through my fingers. This is everything I didn’t say. And I should have. I should have told you a long time ago about how much you mean to me." 

He stopped talking and it was as if everyone in the room was holding their breath as they watched him and (Y/N) look at each other. Matt caught Cameron’s eye and he could swear he saw him smile in a content way and nod. Now it was only about the answer. If (Y/N) would forgive him or not. She wasn’t saying anything, only looking at him. 

"Matt," she finally said, getting up from where she was sitting and coming toward him. Instead of saying anything else she just leaned toward him. He got the signal and did the same thing. Their lips met and it felt just like the first time. Tender, but passionate. Sweet. Loving. Caring. It felt like home. Just the way he’d wanted it. 

When they pulled apart the whole room erupted into cheers and both of them laughed. He pulled her into an embrace and held her there for a few moments taking in every detail of her touch against him. He would thank Cameron for what he did for him later. But right now he just wanted to be with her.

"Let’s get out of here." he whispered into her ear and she nodded. They said goodbye to the rest of the group and went out of the house. 

"Where should we go?" (Y/N) asked and he only shrugged. 

"I don’t know." he said with a smile. "We’ve got all the time in the world. It’s stopped only for us." 

She smiled at him, taking his hand in his as they started on their walk to nowhere. Just enjoying each other’s company. 

Anonymous asked:

CAN DO YOU A CAMERON DALLAS IMAGINE BASED ON AMNESIA PLEASE

I’ve just posted it. I hope you like it. Sorry if this took long, because Tumblr decided it was fun to play a game called, “Let’s not show Ana that she has new messages.” Hahahaha. Thank you for requesting. If you ever want another one don’t hesitate to tell me. :) <3

Cameron sits on the edge of his bed, staring out his window. The sun is setting. Red, orange, pink and a fiery red are intermingling in the sky causing such a beautiful scene. It brings back beautiful memories. Memories that warm his heart. Memories that cause a lazy smile to play at his lips. Memories that he’d much rather forget. Because that’s what they are now. Only memories. 

He takes his eyes off his window and looks down to his hands where he’s still holding his phone. He unlocks it and goes to his messages. He scrolls down until he finds the right one. The contact is titled as “Bae <3”, because she’d loved it when he called her that. She found it funny and adorable at the same time. 

He scrolls to the top and looks at the very first message. 

Bae <3: Hey, stranger! I’ve got half a mind that Nash already gave you my number, but if he hadn’t this is (Y/N). Anyway, I hope you’re having a good day and I hope to see you soon again. 

(Y/N) was been Nash’s friend. She and her family had moved to America because of (Y/N)’s father’s job. Nash was the only person she’d known. She was quite an open girl and she’d fitted in quickly. Nash introduced her to Cameron and they immediately hit it off. It was at the beach that he met her. And the sky looked like the way it looks now. She sent him that message right after she’d met him. It was as if she’d known that he’d immediately fallen for her. But maybe she could feel the chemistry too. 

Things moved fast from then on. It was as if things had clicked right away and it was all smooth and plain sailing. They were pretty much inseparable. He took her on a few dates and on their third one he kissed her. Right under the roller coaster they’d just ridden on. It was as if their lips had been meant for each other. As if they had been two lost pieces of a puzzle and the moment they connected it felt like they had always been meant to do just that.

Cameron smiles as he remembers the first time he kissed her. He hadn’t expected her to be shy about it, because she had such an outgoing personality. But she was. She bit her lower lip nervously when she met his eye. He knew that she wanted him to kiss her, but he also knew that he had to be gentle. She looked so innocent at that moment. He placed his hands around her waist and leaned in gently. Her body was so close to him that he could feel her heart beat. He felt it quicken as he leaned in closer. Her hands were on his shoulders and he could feel them stiffen, but that didn’t make him stop. The look she was giving him made him go on. It was a determined look and he knew that she wanted him to kiss her just as much as he wanted to kiss her. But the moment their lips connected he felt all the tension melt away. Their lips moved in sync and he could definitely  feel the sparks. Electricity sparked within his body and he was sure that the same was happening to her. When they pulled apart the look in her eyes said it all. It was perfect and they both knew it. 

They were happy. He couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend. She got along with his friends, she wasn’t pushy and he always felt comfortable in her company. He couldn’t have asked for better.

With a light smile he looks back to his phone and scrolls through the messages. He reaches the last one and his smile fades. 

Bae <3: I’ve landed safely. I just thought you might want to know. Don’t let me get in the way of your happiness. Maybe sometime life will make our paths will cross again. I just wanted to thank you for everything. Thank you for all the memories, Cam. 

He locks his phone and puts it to the side, not wanting to start reading the messages anymore. Yeah, memories. Lots of them with her. 

He remembers the day she’d told him she was leaving clearly. He had been sitting in his room, watching a video on YouTube when she’d suddenly burst into his room. He had been expecting her, because they’d made plans beforehand. He turned toward her with a smile, but as soon as he saw her face his smile dropped. She was standing in front of him, make up running down her face and still crying. He had never seen her like this. He was used to her sunny disposition and this was nothing he would have ever expected from her. She looked so frail and so vulnerable. He wondered what could have hurt her so much for her to actually start crying. She wasn’t the type of person to be affected by outside things. 

He immediately got up from his chair and pulled her into a hug. As a reply she only started crying into his chest. He rubbed her back, not asking any questions. He knew that what she needed then was for him to be there for her. And he never expected the words that came out of her mouth next. They first came as a whisper and then she repeated them louder. 

"Cam, I’m moving." she said into his chest. 

He felt his body become rigid and tense. His grip around her tightened. It was as if he wanted to keep her as close as possible. As if the slightest of winds would take her away from him. It took him a minute to regain his ability of speech. 

"That’s not too bad, (Y/N). I can come on weekends. We can still see each other." 

That’s when she pulled away from him and looked him in the eye. The make up seemed to have been smeared even more. He was pretty sure that there were mascara stains on his shirt, but he didn’t care. 

"You don’t understand." she said. "I’m moving to Australia. Dad got a new job. We’re all moving."

He’d never expected those words. They rendered him speechless for a moment. He just continued looking at her, willing her to tell him that she was joking or that somebody had made her prank him. But she said no such thing. And he’d always known she wouldn’t.

"Will I ever see you again?" The words surprised even him. He’d never expected such a thing to come out of his mouth. But he didn’t think that there was anything more suitable to say. And it wasn’t the time to hide his feelings.

She shrugged. “Maybe.” 

"Maybe isn’t a yes."

"But it’s not a no either." she said and smiled weakly at him. Same old (Y/N). He had known that she would try to make the best out of every situation. He pulled her in for another hug, burying his face in her hair. She smelt of coconuts. That was the only shampoo she liked using and she insisted of it being the only one she used. It was her scent. He took in all her details. The way her arms squeezed around his waist. The way she buried her head in his chest. The way she liked to squeeze tighter and then loosen her grip every few seconds. He took in every characteristic. Every attribute. Every single detail.

He lies back on his bed, thinking about it all. Remembering it vividly. He closes his eyes, shooing the thoughts away. He doesn’t want to remember. 

***

She opens her eyes and pushes herself off the bed. The sun is spilling in through the window illuminating the parquet in her room. She pushes the curtains away and lets the sun flood her room. Her first thought in the day is always him. It’s always Cameron. She had never felt about anyone that way. The moment she’d seen him she had fallen for him. As cliche it may sound. 

She still remembers the way he used to play with her hair when they cuddled. She still remembers the way he liked to bury his face in her hair. She still remembers the way he used to like to hold her tight as if she were the only thing in the world for him. She remembers the way he would laugh at her jokes even when they weren’t funny. She remembers every single detail. 

She gets dressed and walks down the staircase. It’s early in the morning. Nobody is up yet. She tip-toes out the door and locks it as she exits. She walks down the path toward the park. A few minutes later she finds a bench to sit on and places herself upon it, letting her thoughts linger and bring back that well known flood of memories. 

She felt the butterflies in her stomach. Steady yourself, she thoughts to herself. 

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" Nash turned to her with a concerned look on his face. She nodded. 

"I’m fine. Just a little bit nervous. I’m not sure if your friends will like me." 

Nash grinned at her and pulled her into an awkward little side hug, pulling her along with him, hastening both their paces. 

"They will adore you. Just as I do." he said with a smile. 

And he’d been right. She just hadn’t realized how much. She remembers it all clearly. 

Nash had promised her a night out. It was a little club close-by. Nothing big, nothing fancy. When both she and Nash entered they spotted Nash’s friends seated at a table not far away. Feeling her stomach tighten in knots, she walked toward the table. She was determined to give off a confident air even though she didn’t feel very confident. 

Some of the best things happen unexpectedly. And that was exactly what happened to her. The moment she laid eyes on him she felt something shift and change. It was as if she knew right then and there. She took in every detail of his appearance. The brown hair styled into a semi-quiff, the brown sparkling eyes, the million dollar smile, his confident posture… That was when she noticed that those sparkling brown eyes were staring right back at her. She felt her cheeks stain red, but she hoped that he couldn’t notice in the dim lighting. 

"Cameron." he extended his hand toward her. 

She gracefully took it in hers and without breaking eye contact said, “(Y/N).”

That was the beginning of it all. A simple exchange of names. She’d never expected to fall so hard for him. It was as if they had a bond that couldn’t be broken. Everything moved smoothly after that. It couldn’t have been more perfect even if they’d asked for it. 

But the day she had to leave had ruined that. She didn’t want a long distance relationship. She wanted him to be happy and if it had to be without her, so be it. Maybe they hadn’t been meant for each other after all. 

If you love something set it free. If it comes back it’s yours. If it doesn’t it never was. 

"Will I ever see you again?" he’d asked her. 

"Maybe." she’d said. 

"Maybe isn’t a yes." he’d pointed out. 

"But it’s not a no either." 

That’s what she’d told him. 

"But it’s not a no either." she breathes, staring out into the horizon in front of her. 

***

Cameron sits on the sand, cupping sand in his hands and letting it fly off with the wind seconds later. The waves of the ocean come up to the sandy surface, kissing it and then dissolve back into the body of water. It’s sunset. The glow of the late sun can be seen on the ocean’s surface. It glitters with a thousand of colors as if it’s been kissed by angels. The sun is like a coin dipped into the icy blue of the ocean making it look a fiery red. As if a hidden fire were burning within it, passionately. It looks beautiful. He knows that. 

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of salty air. The breath brings a sense of peace with it and he does it again. He stops cupping sand in his hands and places them gently at both of his sides. Rocking gently back and forth he focuses on his breath, clearing his thoughts. 

This makes memories flood back to him again. It’s the time when he asked her to be his girlfriend. After he kissed her he took her out on a couple of more dates, but he wasn’t sure when the right time was to ask her to be his girlfriend. Knowing how much she loved the beach, he decided on taking her there and asking her there. 

He was nervous. He was nervous all through the date. He had a feeling that she’d noticed, but was playing it cool. They were both sitting on the sand together, staring out at the ocean. Her head was on his shoulder and his head was rested on top of hers. Their fingers were intertwined in the sand and he felt a sense of tranquility flooding over him despite the nervousness. 

"I wish we could freeze time and stay here forever." she whispered. 

"Why?" he asked her. 

"Because it sometimes feels as if it moves too fast." she said. "I want to stay with you like this, forever." 

"I do too." he found himself, saying. That was when she pulled away from him. He was surprised at first, but when he turned around he saw her staring at him and smiling. He caught the look in her eye and caught on to what she wanted to say. He leaned in slowly and their lips touched briefly before they dissolved into one of those well-known kisses. 

When he pulled away from her he felt as if it were finally the right time to ask. 

"(Y/N)," he said, clearing his throat. "Would you be my official girlfriend?" he said in a mock-posh accent. 

She laughed and nodded. “I would love to be your official girlfriend.” she said, imitating his tone of voice, before leaning in to kiss him again. 

"I wish I could freeze time and stay here forever." she’d said.

His eyes shoot open. He wonders if his thoughts had gotten more vivid, because he’s sure that he heard the same words behind him. He quickly turns around and there she is. 

She’s smiling, her hair blowing away from her face and her eyes glowing with their usual cheerful nature. He’s at a loss for words and she just shakes his head at him, before sitting down on the sand next to him. 

"Words can’t explain." she says when she pulls him in for a hug. And suddenly it’s all the same as it’s always been. Her arms wrap tightly around him and they loosen. And then they tighten. And then they loosen. He can smell the scent of coconuts on her and he can feel her heart beat. Its pace is quicker than usual. He wraps his arms around her, still not being able to comprehend what’s happening. He hugs her tighter than usual as if he’s afraid that she might fly away. 

"You came back." are the only words that are able to leave his mouth. 

"I told you that maybe wasn’t a no either." she answers and briefly pulls away to him only to look him in the eye. "My dad decided that he liked it a lot better here and we came back. My mom and I didn’t like it Australia either. I missed you." The last part somehow doesn’t seem to go with the rest of what she said, but he has a feeling that that was the point of it all. She’d missed him. 

"I missed you too." he says. But he didn’t need to. She knows. And he knows that she knows. What they have is special. 

They spend a while just looking at each other in disbelief. Happiness courses through their veins. 

If you love something set it free. If it comes back it’s yours.

"I’m so glad to be back." she finally says. He just smiles wide and pulls her in closer to him. Their lips meet and suddenly it feels like as if they’d never been apart. Their lips move in sync and they still feel as if they belong together. They melt into each other, letting the moment embrace them. She places her hands around his neck and his arm laces around her waist. It seems ages until they finally pull away, both a little breathless. She smiles and he returns the gesture. She puts her head on his shoulder just as she had when he’d asked her to be his girlfriend and he rests his head atop hers. They spend a few moments staring out to the sea until she breaks the silence with the only words that seem to belong there. The only words that explain what they’re both feeling and somehow the words feel possible. 

"I wish I could freeze time and stay here forever." she says. 

"This won’t be a memory again, will it?" he suddenly asks. 

"Maybe." she says, but this time she doesn’t end the sentence there. "But by then we’ll have made a many more." 

And that’s all that matters, really. Being happy. Regardless of what has happened and what might happen in the future. The point of it all is living in the moment, because this exact moment will never come again. And both the future and past are nonexistent, because they’re always the present. What’s left of the past are memories and the future is only expectations that may or may not happen. That’s why we always have to make the most of the present. It’s the only thing that exists. 

And now, while looking at each other they both feel as if they’ve finally understood that. Everything turns out right. And that’s what they feel right now, because everything has turned out right.

I hope you like it. And thank you for requesting. If you ever want another one with any celebrity, make sure to tell me and I’ll be happy to do it. :) <3