Author's note: Hey, y'all! I finally wrote another imagine! It's been soooo long since I've written one. I hope y'all like this one. I came up with the idea for it while waiting in the car for my mom to come out of the grocery store the other day. I was listening to my music and dancing like no one was watching even though a few people were lol What can I say I'm a song bird lol Enjoy!

     "I'll be back in just a minute, baby. I got to go in and get a few things to cook supper tonight," says your mom, closing the door behind her.

     You immediately turn on your playlist and start fast forwarding until you find a song to dance to. As soon as you do, you blast the radio and just start singing and dancing like crazy. However, unbeknownst to you, a boy is watching you. A very special boy.
     After about the fourth song in your little dance party, he knocks at your window. You jump and immediately shut the radio off, completely embarrassed. "Oh no. Not Y/c/n," you sigh and let down your window. "Oh. Heyyy, Y/c/n. I was just...umm...enjoying some music."

     Y/c/n chuckles, "I can see that, Y/n." You are now bright red. He asks, "So what are you listening to?" He smirks. "It must be something good."

     You smile, your cheeks burning hot. "Oh. Umm...'Baby' by Justin Bieber," you reply shyly.

     He chuckles, "Ahh. I thought I recognized that cute little dance."

     You blush even more at his words. "Yeah.... That's kind of my jam."

     He smirks. "I know." You start freaking out on the inside like a little school girl. Then he asks, "Umm...can I get your number?"

You smile. "You...you want my phone number?"

He smiles. "Yeah, of course."

You grin. "Okay." Then you give him your phone number.

He gives you his phone number and says, "Thanks. I got to get going now, but call me anytime. I'm usually up until midnight or a little after."

You smile. "Wow. So am I."

He smiles back. "Cool. I'll talk to you later. Enjoy your dance party."

You giggle, "I will. Thanks. Bye."

He waves goodbye, gets in his truck, and drives off. Your heart is just a fluttering with what feels like ten thousand butterflies. You look down at his number and you can't stop smiling.

The next day, your phone rings. It's Y/c/n. You answer, "Hey, Y/c/n. What's up?"

He replies, "Look outside."

You smile and rush over to your window. Standing in your driveway is Y/c/n, holding a sign, which reads, "Will you go out with me, baby baby baby ohh?" Alongside him is a boombox playing "Baby" by Justin Bieber. You giggle and run down the stairs. Then you run outside and jump into his arms.

Y/c/n asks, "So, is that a yes?"

You smile and squeal, "Yes! Of course!"

He smiles and hugs you tight. "Great. Now, before we go on our date, I have one request."

You smile. "And what's that?"

He grins. "Will you please do your cute little dance to that song?"

You blush and giggle. "Yes, but only if you dance with me."

He smiles. "Deal." He takes your hand and whisks you all around the driveway. Just before the song ends, your lips meet.

Then, you wake up to find out that it was just a dream. Or was it...?

Author's note: Sorry this one was so short. I didn't really have a lot of motivation for it, but I kinda like how it turned out. If I do write a part 2, it will be short. So let me know if y'all want part 2.