The Lost Boys Imagines & Preferences ✓ [COMPLETED]

Imagine 66: First Date🥰 (Paul)

pairing: Y/N x Paul

summary: *Y/N is eating an ice cream cone in front of Max's video store. There, a man who literally resembles Twisted Sister decides to hit on her and ask her out, which she accepts*

requested by Archer2022

*Y/N's POV*

Well, this is quite a night. Here I am just casually sitting in front of this video store owned by a man named Max, when all of a sudden this blond haired dude decides to approach me.
Not that I mind of course, deep down, he's kind of cute.
"Well hello there beautiful," he props himself on the stone mount I'm sitting on, before his eyes fall on my ice cream. "What's sweeter? You or the ice cream?"
I chuckle under my breath. "Ice cream, of course," I respond, and he laughs a little as well.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Y/N," I respond, and he smirks. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."
"And yours?" I ask in return.
"The names Paul," he shakes my hand, "pleasure to be meeting you."
"You too," I reply, swinging my legs a little.
I'm trying so hard not to blush completely.
"Mind if I'm straightforward with you?" he asks, and I laugh.
"Aren't you already?" I respond, and he chuckles.
"Touché," he responds, "jokes aside, I think your drop dead gorgeous, and I was wondering if maybe I could take you out sometime? Maybe this weekend?"
DROP DEAD GORGEOUS?!
Damn he WAS being straightforward about that!
Still, this is kind of fun.
"I don't know, maybe," I lean into him, "what were you thinking?"
"Well, what are you into sweetie?" he smirks, "dinner, dancing, music, at home," he winks, "I'm down for whatever."
I laugh by now, pulling away as my cheeks are burning.
"How about we go out to this Cafe I know? Main street, 7:00 sharp." I stand up, "see ya."
"Wait aren't you gonna give me your number?!" he asks as I'm walking off.
I laugh again. "No, because of two things. One, if I show up, then I'm interested. If not, then I'm not interested. I don't give my number out to random guys who I just met," I turn away again, "so we'll see what happens."
As I'm walking, I hear him say to himself.
"Damn I like this one..."
I blush.

***
*Date night*

Well, I ended up going, cause deep down I'm really curious about this one.
Over dinner, I saw we had a few things in common.
We love music, the same bands actually, that was the main thing we had in common.
Of course, he kept throwing his flirts at me. Things like my dress looks gorgeous on me, and that he likes my hair up like that.
Little things, but I kind of like the feeling he's giving me.
He's kind of cute too, and he seems like the type to where his confidence is questioned, he'll become a nervous, stutterer.
So after dinner, he's offered to give me a ride back, even though I drove my own car.
So instead, we stand in front of the Cafe, and I notice his moterbike.
"Nice bike," I compliment.
"Yeah," he says, "maybe I'll take you for a ride sometime."
"Perhaps," I respond, looking up at him, "wanna do this again sometime?"
"Absolutely," he grins, and I laugh, waving.
"Bye."
"Hold up!"
I turn to see what he means, before I feel a quick kiss on my cheek.
My eyes widen, and cheeks blush.
"A little something to keep me on your mind," he smirks, before going to his bike, starting it, and driving off.
Damn he's sly...

***

Well, the first date turned into two, then three, and four, and five...
To the point where we became an official couple, going out every weekend.
Though there's something I can't quite put my finger on...
I've never seen him during the day. And every time we go out, its at night.
Its strange. Santa Carla isn't pretty big, and I'd recognize his face in an instant if I saw him out in public in the day.
So why is that?
Its kind of funny...sometimes I wondered if he was secretly a vampire.
What a silly thought, he's not a vampire...right?