THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS NO SPOILERS TO ONWARD!

requested by LoveMeSomeRoblox

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On Friday, Ian asked you out. You said yes. For the first two days of your relationship, you and Ian only sent texts to one another.

But today, Monday, was the first time he would really see you. See you not as his friend, but as his girlfriend.

He was too nervous to eat breakfast. He made a bowl of cereal, but ended up just staring at it while his foot tapped loudly underneath the table. He gripped his spoon tight and stared at the clock.

He could leave in eight minutes.

That means he would see you in twenty-five minutes.

His foot tapped louder.

Barley, who had silently made his way to the kitchen to grab a soda, approached his brother's back. "Is my little brother... nervous?"

Ian jumped, dropping his spoon to the table with a clatter. "Barley! Stop doing that."

"My bad," he said, grabbing a chair and turning it around so that he sat in it backwards. "But are you?"

"Nervous?" Ian bit his lip. "Uh... yes."

"Aw, don't be!" Barley said, grabbing his brother's soggy cereal from him. "All you have got to do is charm her!"

"That's not really advice," Ian said.

"Sure it is! Look. You know that game I play---"

Ian rolled his eyes. "Of course."

"Yes, of course, now hush and listen. There are a lot of maidens. Sometimes they gotta be charmed. You can't expect 'em to fall in love right away, now can you?"

"Well she --- she already said yes to being my girlfriend," Ian said.

Barley grinned and playfully smacked his brother's shoulder. "Great! Now lay on the charm."

"You --- you still didn't tell me any actual advice. How do I charm someone? Doesn't she like me anyway? She did say yes..."

"Of course she likes you. Now come on! You're gonna be late. I will drop you off!" He quickly finished off his cereal and Ian laughed, shaking his head half in embarrassment and half in genuine amusement.

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At school, Ian went straight to his locker. He put his books in and took out his binder.

He stared at the back of his locker, where a photo of his dad, mom, and Barley was taped. His mom was pregnant with him.

"Wish me luck, Dad," he said softly.

In Ian's head, he heard his dad's voice say, "Good luck, kid!"

"Thanks, Dad," he said. He smiled and then shut the locker door.

Ian turned around, looking down at his phone. You still hadn't sent him a text, but that was okay. You typically woke up late for school and rushed to get on the bus on time.

He glanced up from his phone and stopped walking. He saw the side of your head as you stepped through the front doors, hands on your backpack straps, and looked both ways. When you finally saw him, you turned to face him and smiled nervously.

Ian's eyes widened and he reflected your smile. He gave a half wave, and you gave one back, and then he was walking. Super slow, of course, because he was already shaking and he didn't want to look like an idiot by tripping over his own feet on the way over to the girl of his dreams.

Charm her.

"H-Hey," he said, voice catching in pitch at the end. He winced. "Good morning."

"Good morning," you said back.

Ian was suddenly punching himself. He should've grabbed some flowers for you or something. He should've planned out what he was going to say. Does he tell you you're pretty today? Because you definitely are. You have your hair down, and you're wearing your favorite color, which just happens to be his favorite color.

Should he tell you you're pretty?

How in the world is he supposed to charm a girl?! Why didn't Barley explain what that meant?!

"Did you eat already?" you asked.

He blinked, snapping himself out of his panic. He thought of his stolen bowl of soggy cereal. "Uh, n-no, I didn't get the chance to."

"Great," you said. You pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear and reached behind you to get something from the side pocket of your backpack. "'Cause I walked to school today and grabbed something for us."

"Oh, well, I-I could've picked you up! Or my brother could've. He's kind of a bad driver though. Maybe you shouldn't... maybe I shouldn't have offered." He scratched the back of his head.

You laughed at him, shaking your head. "It's okay, I only walked so I could get you this."

You pulled out a brown paper bag and unrolled it. Using a piece of tissue paper, you pulled out an iced donut, dusted in rainbow sprinkles and edible glitter.

"It's called the magical donut," you said, rolling your eyes. "Whatever that means."

He took it from you. "Wow, you didn't have to do that. I, wow. Thank you."

"You're welcome." You pulled out an identical donut and held it up. "Cheers."

He laughed and knocked the donuts together, laughing again when all of the sprinkles on top fell to the ground. You tossed the bag into the trash and then you and Ian took a bite at the same time.

"So do you want to hang out later?" Ian said, holding the back of his hand up to his mouth as he spoke through a mouthful of food.

"Uh, yeah. Definitely. My place or yours?"

"Mine?" he asked. He swallowed hard. "You could, uh... you could meet my mom."

He winced. Was that too fast? That was too fast, wasn't it?

You grinned. "I'd love to meet your mom!"

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said, nodding. "We should get to class, you know."

Ian glanced around. The hallway was pretty much empty. "Oh, right. Yeah."

As you both started down the hall together, you held your hand up. Ian blinked at it for half a second before he realized you were asking if he wanted to hold hands. His heart shot up into his throat and he quickly smacked his palm against yours, probably too hard, but you didn't seem to mind as you intertwined his fingers with yours. You walked to class as if this wasn't any different from before.

"There's jelly in this donut," you said, mouth full.

Ian nodded around another bite. "That must be the magic part of it."

You snorted, looking up at him. "You're probably right."

Ian grinned so wide that his cheeks hurt. This wasn't any different than before. You still laughed together, still had fun --- all he had to figure out was how to get the hand holding thing right. He could do this.

I can do this.

He felt all of his nervousness melt away, leaving only butterflies behind.

/ / /

why are the first two imagines about sugary food when i'm not even hungry i swear

i blame quarantine week 2 for this