Enhypen Imagines

Till We Meet Again | J.S

Currently book work in progress

November 1940, London, England

"Come on Jake!" I grinned widely as I pulled my woollen coat tightly around me, buttoning the button right by the waist seam.

It was one of those long wintercoats that reached your knees, of the sort that had become wildly popular during the last few years. Hugging to your body tightly until your waist and it slowly flowed out into what looked like a dress. It must've been to match the silhouette of the summer dresses, even in the winter.

"You are not going out without your scarf," Jake reminded with a small smile as he walked over towards me.

He already had his black wollen coat on too, it was straight and went down to his knees as well, just like the coat all other boys his age wore, but it looked best on him. He had his dark blue scarf wrapped around his neck and tugged into the v-cut of his coat to keep him warm.

"We can't have you catch a cold if you don't plan on getting blown to pieces," he reminded as he threw the moss green scarf around my neck and took it upon himself to wrap it up warmly before tugging it back into my coat once more.

"I won't get blown to pieces," I sighed and rolled my eyes as he glanced up at me with a small smirk on his face, "you know I'm the first to seek shelter whenever the bomb sirens go off."

"And if you're asleep?" he reminded me, already knowing my answer.

"I'm rolling straight out of my bed and sprinting off," I reminded proudly and he just nodded at me as he buttoned the last few buttons of my coat, puffing at my styled hair carefully.

"I like these hairstyles," he commented and softly poked one of the curls that literally any girl my age styled on herself every morning, "they suit you."

"You think so?" I quesioned and widened my eyes as he immediately nodded, a wide grin spreading on my face at the realization that one of the fashion styles finally suited me, "now come on birthday boy! I have a have spare coins and we're spending it on a small cake!"

"Gloves Millie!" Jake yelled out as I grabbed his wrist and pulled him with me out of our warm school and into the biting January cold that filled the streets of London, "your fingers are already turning red."

"Pockets Jakey, ever heard of them?" I chirped and shoved my hands into my pockets as he pulled on his homeknitted mittens, "god I love your mam."

"She loves you too," Jake sighed before grinning over at me, "keeps trying to convince me to marry you."

"In your dreams Sim," I snorted and scrunched up my nose as I glanced him up and down, "only in my nightmares."

"You're gonna get me that cake or what?" he retorted, making my disgusted expression get replaced by a happy one.

"Then come on," I urged and nodded my head for him to follow me.

I rushed towards the bakery near school, moving around and about everyone we passed on the streets. Only slowing down my pace whenever I heard someone talk about the weird little man in Germany, who thought it would be a great idea to rule at least all of Europe, I'd like to differ but I doubt he would listen to me seeing as I'm surely not blonde or blue-eyed.

The bell above the door to the bakery still sounded the same despite the atmosphere in the streets being a lot darker, and the newspapers laying beside the entrance only having dooms-day titles.

"You two again?" the lady behind the counter questioned in disbelief, placing her hands on her hips, which were covered by her bright red apron.

"I promise you it'll be the last you'll see of us," I assured her with a small smile, "we'll find a new bakery."