Joe Keery Imagines

Long Time, No See-Keys

Walking down that familiar street made a dam of memories break. Tears came to my eyes when I saw the coffee shop Keys and I used to go to all the time growing up. We didn't start liking coffee until high school. Before that, we'd always get hot chocolates in the winter and lemonades in the summer.

My heart jumped into my throat when someone walking toward the coffee shop caught my eye.

"Keys?"

I held my breath as he turned around. I smiled, my eyes slightly filling with tears as he recognized me.

"Y/N?"

We both laughed as we ran toward each other. When we met up in the middle of the street, I jumped into his arms. It instantly felt amazing to be in his arms. The last time I saw him was the day he left for college.

"It's so good to see you, Y/N," he whispered as he tightened his arms around me.

"I missed you," I said, my voice breaking. Someone honked their horn and I smiled when Keys instantly pulled me closer to his chest and spun us slightly so he was shielding me from the car. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.

"We should probably get out of the street," he chuckled.

"That's not a bad idea," I giggled.

With his arm still wrapped around my waist, he led me back to the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop. Keys unwrapped his arm from around my waist but instantly grabbed my hand.

"Are you busy?" He asked, slightly hesitating. "If you're not, maybe we can grab a cup of coffee and catch up."

"I'd like that," I smiled. With a smile on his face, he led me into the coffee shop. He walked up to the counter and glanced at me before ordering.

"Two medium coffees, cream, two sugars."

"You remembered," I teased.

"Of course," Keys shrugged.

"I've missed you," I chuckled.

"I've missed you too," Keys smiled.

We stepped aside and started walking to a table as we waited for our drinks. Things were slightly awkward as we waited. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when our order was called.

"I got it," he smiled as he stood up. I let out a shaky breath as I watched Keys get our drinks. He came back and handed me mine.

"Thank you."

"How long has it been since I bought you coffee?"

"Five years?" I guessed.

"Then I owe you five years of coffee dates," he chuckled. My heart did this weird clenching thing when he said the word "date".

"What have you been up to?" I asked, trying to shake away the sudden nerves.

"A friend of mine and I created a video game."

"Really? That's amazing! You've always talked about coding your own game someday," I chuckled. "I'm proud of you, Keys. What's the game? Maybe I've played it."

"I don't think so," Keys said, suddenly sounding strange.

"You sure?" My smile faltered when he looked away. "Keys?"

"Technically, we sold it to a company," he explained. "But they claim to have shelved it."

"Claimed to?" I asked. "You don't sound like you believe the company shelved it."

"Millie doesn't think so."

"Who's Millie?"

"My friend I built the game with," Keys explained. "She thinks that Antwan is lying about shelving our game."