KickThePj Imagines

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You walk down the highly decorated hallway, the walls full if children’s drawings and paintings of trees and oceans. You see your son’s room and enter the Year Two class. There are many little uniforms and a lot of yelling 6 and 7 year olds. You spot your son’s head and call him over.

“Mummy! Today was so cool! Mister Peach sang us a song on his mini guitar. And Mister Chris gave us a play! He dressed up like a lady and we all laughed. Paul and me were on the ground and we got in trouble a little for laughing too much! But Mister Peach let us choose the next book we get to read.”

You smile at him, “Mister Peach and Mister Chris?”

“Yeah!”

“And where are your teachers?”

“Right here, ma’am!”

You stand and find yourself face to face with a young man. His green eyes shine behind his glasses and he has a kind smile on his face.

“Oh please. I’m not nearly a ma’am. Do I look that old?” you ask him, pretending to search for wrinkles.

“No, of course not. I just didn’t want to sound rude,” he chuckles and you smile at him.

“Are you the infamous Mister Chris who inspired Lennon here to become a detective?”

“No, that’s Chris over there.”

“Yeah, mummy! The one with the floppy brown hair and big mouth!” Lennon chirps and you stifle a laugh.

“So I’m guessing you’re Mister Peach. I hope that’s not your real name because that would be a bit unfortunate,” you smile and he blushes a little, stammering.

Lennon runs off to play with his friends leaving you with “Mister Peach”.

“My name’s PJ but the kids seem to like Peach more so that’s what they call me.”

You stick your hand out and he takes it, “Well, PJ, thank you and Chris for being wonderful teachers to my son. You two are all he raves about when he comes home. He especially loves your stories. Lennon wanted to be an astronaut for a few months after one of your stories. He made me go to the store so I could make him a rocket ship like ‘Mister Peach’ had brought into the classroom.”

PJ ducks his head and pushes his glasses up his nose, “Sorry for the troubles!”

You laugh, “It’s all fine. It broadens his mind and expands his imagination which you seem to have a lot of, from what I’ve heard. Len’s stories aren’t exactly to the point and he trails off a bit but from what I’ve understood, you’re quite the story teller!”

PJ nods and looks around at the classroom, “I guess you could say that. The kids love story time. I’ve always liked kids and I’m always excited to do a new project with them.”

You feel a stirring in your stomach when he looks at you with those green eyes and you’re the one who looks down this time.

“It’s just nice to know Lennon’s in capable hands. Well, I have to get home. Have to start dinner for Len and myself.”

“No, Mister (y/l/n)?”

“No. Just Len and me. Let me just tell you, I’m never lonely. This kid!” you shake your head in mock despair and PJ laughs, head tilting back.

Lennon comes over with his bag and a few papers, “Mummy? Can we go home now? Can I have a Hob Nob? Please, mummy?”

“Only after you say goodbye to Misters Peach and Chris.”

Lennon sighs dramatically and runs to Chris. The tall man crouches and shakes Lennon’s hand. Lennon runs over to PJ and shakes the man’s hand.

“Bye everyone!” he shouts and a chorus of goodbyes sound out.