SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

My Prince.

Requested by PTX_Pentaholic99 they r the bees knees.

Love ya.

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Mitch: Junior. Scott: Senior.

*Scott's POV*

"What about this guy?" Mitch says and clicks on a picture.

"He's alright."

"Alright? Look at his muscles. And look, he's a blonde. You like blondes. There's something up with you."

I sigh. "I don't need a boyfriend right now. I have too much on my mind."

School starts back in a week and it's my senior year, apparently the hardest and most critical.

I really want a boyfriend, I do. It's just a certain person that I could never get.

"Um, how do you have stuff on your mind? School hasn't even started yet."

I groan. "Don't remind me about school."

"Come on, cheer up. It's your last year. I still have another to go after this one."

"Haha." I tease.

"Well I have to go home for dinner. See you tomorrow? I'll bring some hot guys."

"Sounds great." I say sarcastically.

"I'm sending you funny text posts later. Bye biotch."

He leaves and I lay face down on my bed.

I wish I didn't love him.

I wonder how people would react if I started dating my best friend.

*First Day of School*

It's here, the first day.

I grab my book bag, which is filled with supplies, and head out the door.

"Bye mom!"

"Bye sweetie! Love you!"

I head out to my car and throw my stuff on the floor.

I drive down the street to Mitch's house and honk the horn.

He doesn't come out.

I honk it again.

I groan and get out of the car.

I walk into his house.

"MIIIIITCH!"

"I'M COMING!" He yells and runs down the stairs.

"I texted you an hour ago." I say as he grabs a granola bar.

"I know. I slept in."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, well you got everything?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

He locks up his house and gets into my car.

Mitch gasps.

"What? What's wrong?"

"It's your last first day of school!"

"I know."

"Aren't you gonna be all sad and stuff?" He asks with big eyes.

"I guess. But I'm ready to get out of this hellhole."

"You'll make it." He says and looks at himself in the mirror.

"You look hot as always."

"Thanks Stacy."

We pull up to the school and take a long walk to the front door.