Ricky: You stared into his hazel eyes, smiling with tears still brimming up.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asks, hugging you tighter, making sure that you stopped crying. Ricky hated seeing you sad, it tore him apart.
"Maybe not, but I'm glad I have you to make me feel at least a bit better. Thank you, Ricky." You admitted, hugging him back. Things were quickly starting to change as you stayed engulfed in his arms. Maybe he would be the one to help you move on.
Kian: He rushed and got you ice, soon realizing that you actually had really hurt yourself.
"I'm sorry for laughing." He admits. To tell the truth, you were still pretty pissed. You hated when people laughed at your clumsiness and/or when you happened to hurt yourself.
"Whatever." Your injury only making you more angry. You placed the ice where needed and held it there.
"Can I get you anything babe?" He began to panic at your swelling ankle. He got up in a rush to call a doctor of some sort to look at the assumed sprained or even broken ankle. Kian had been in such a rush that he himself tripped and landed straight on his face, "fuck!" You couldn't help but, laugh at his own clumsiness getting to him.
Jc: "Come on, Y/N!" He followed you as you wobbled around the house in a frustrated state. Not only did you hurt your tailbone, you also had to figure out how you were going to pay for the makeup that was required to be replaced.
"Screw off." You groaned, the pain coursing through your body. He sighed deeply, stopping you where you were gently. He wrapped his arms around you and embraced you tightly.
"I'm sorry. I can get you new makeup, I really didn't mean to ruin it." You took a deep breath. Your arms found their way around him as well.
"It's fine, maybe you should ask next time though?" You suggested. He nodded kissing your cheek.
Trevor: He hurried you to the nearest store with a bathroom so you could wash your eye out. "Are you sure you're okay?!" He continued to ask the same question continuously. Each time you has the same response.
"I'll be okay, it's just some sand." You assured him that you would indeed survive. You soon found a bathroom not too far and washed your eye out, the red swelling still lingered however most of it vanished.
"All better?" Trevor asked, you nodded and grabbed hold of his hand.
"All better." You stated.
Connor: Tears flowed from your sore eyes and your heart held pain. You felt awful about the entire night, your supposedly loyal boyfriend had been flirting with a girl since you two had gotten to the party.
"Baby, let me in. Please." He begged, sorrow and sincerity was fixated into his voice. "It was a mistake. I'm sorry. I didn't realize she would be so clingy and flirtatious. I didn't know, Y/N." He insisted, pleading for you to let him in.
"Am I not enough?" You whimpered, your words sounding washed out and quiet.
"Y/N...." He spoke, his last desperate attempt to get to you. You finally let him in, he immediately engulfed you in his arms, apologizing continuously for his mistake. "You are more than enough." He stated, kissing you sweetly.
Sam: "Y-yeah, I'll be okay. It wasn't your fault Sam, it's okay." You kept your hand under the cold water coming out of the kitchen tap.
"Is your hand okay?" He asked, wanting to reassure that you were okay.
"It will be, don't worry about Sam. It wasn't your fault, I leaned my hand back by accident." You wrapped your free arm awkwardly around his neck and gave him a side hug. He kissed you sweetly, avoiding causing you to injure yourself again.
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Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long! I recently started school and it's been a killer :(
Hope this preference is okay!
Next preference may be one that'll have 2 parts
I love you guys!
QOTD; What grade are you guys in?
AOTD; I'm in grade 9 :((
-hailee
