80s Band Imagines

❤Duff #24- What's Love Like?

"What's it like?"
April asked.

"What, flower?"
June asked, looking up from the pot of soup.

"Love."
April asked, looking at her mom.

"What about it?"

"What do you think it's like? Like is it fun, exciting, tiring, butterflies?"
She asked, a dopey grin on her face as she looked expectantly at her mom.

"Why? Is there a boy?"
June asked, teasing her daughter.

"Maybe."
April smiled, face turning red.

"How old is he?"
June asked, sitting down at the island next to her daughter.

"17."
April mumbled.

"April."
June began.

"Mom I turn 16 in a week and he just had his birthday last month."
April rushed out.

"What's his name?"

"Luke."
April smiled sheepishly.

"What's he like?"

"He's perfect Mom. He's nice to me and he walks me to my car after school, he's smart, and plays football so he and Dad can have something to talk about. He reads, Mom! He fucking-"

"Easy."
June warned.

"He reads, Mom. Like romance and dark stuff. He reads what I read, and, and he listens when I talk. Like really listens. And he's so cute. He's got these ocean blue eyes, and these cute little freckles on his nose, and he's tall. Not as tall as Dad, but wayy taller than me."
April rambled, blushing as she came to a stop.

"Sounds like you really like him."
June smiled.

"I do, Mom. I was actually wanting him to come over. Y'know, for my birthday party."
April said excitedly.

"I'm alright with him coming over if there are other friends here too. You better tell your dad first though."
June stipulated.

"Can you tell him?"
April asked, hesitance heavy in her voice.

"You tell him and I'll be on damage control if necessary. Deal?"
June suggests lightly.

"Okay, thanks, Mom."

April smiled, hugging her mom.

"Anytime, flower."
June said lowly, releasing April.

"Will you go set the table before your dad gets home?"
June asked.

"Yeah."

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"Dad, I- um, I have something to ask you."
April said at the dinner table.

"What's up, flower?"
Duff smiled happily.

"So, y'know how my birthday party is next week?"
April started hesitantly.

"Mhm, speaking of, who's all coming so I can get everything to grill."
Duff questioned.

"Well, see, Dad that's what I wanted to talk to you about."
April said, pausing to look at June, who gave her a nod of encouragement.

"There's this boy, and- and I really like him and I want to know if it's okay if he comes."
She asked quickly, looking at her dad, trying to read his expression.

"How old is he?"
Duff asked, face neutral.

"17."
April mumbled.

"Absolutely not."
Duff said deeply.

"Honey, wait. April needs to explain the age."
June jumped in.

"He just turned 17 last month, and I turn 16 next week. I know he's still a year older, but Dad I really like him."
April rushed.