Impractical Jokers || Preferences/Imagines

They think you like another Joker (Part Two)

Sal: Looking in the mirror, I quickly fixed my makeup. Applying a bit more lip gloss and a touch of mascara. I couldn't help but think why Sal was staring at me. Did I have something on my face? Did he think I was wearing to much makeup? He seemed really mad that I was spending much time with James. Was he jealous? Does he like me? The last though made me laugh a bit. No, Sal couldn't like me. I mean I do like him, but why would he like me back? Walking out of the bathroom, I saw Sal leaning up against the brown tiled wall. He looked so cute in his plaid shirt and jeans. He looked over at me and smiled nervously, "Hey (Y/N)...." "Hey Sal, what are you doing over here?" I asked, walking over to him. "I was waiting for you." He said. "Why? I was just using the bathroom." I replied, laughing a bit. "Well..I...uh..I wanted to talk to you about something." He said, looking down and playing with his fingers. "What's up?" He stopped fidgeting and after about two minutes he looked back up at me. "(Y/N), do you...maybe...wanna...go..out...with... me?" My heart race started to increase, was he really asking me out? "Yes (Y/N) I'm really asking you out." Sal chuckled. Cheeks burning red as I realized that I said that out loud. "So I'll take that as a yes?" He asked, a sly grin forming across his face. "Sal, I would love to go out with you." I told him. That's when Sal did the unexpected, he locked our pinkies together as we walked back over to our table.

Joe: "How is Superman better than (Y/F/S)?" I asked my best friend Q. We were in his living room reading comics and arguing on who was the better superhero, (Y/F/S) or Superman. (A/N: if your favorite superhero is Superman than choose a different one.) "Your fucking kidding me right? Superman is basically unstoppable. He's strong, fast, not to mention invincible. He is by far the best." Q stated. "Oh yeah, a superhero who's weakness is a damn rock. Totally invincible." I said sarcastically. I loved hanging out with Q, he's been like a brother to me. But for some reason the guys think that we like each other. Which is not true, I have my eyes set on one blue eyed joker. "Well then tell me miss " I know my superheroes better than Q" why (Y/F/S) is better than Superman? " As I was about to explain to my dear friend that his superhero sucked ass (A/N: I personally love Superman and do not think that he sucks ass. So I'm not trying to offend any Superman lovers out there.) Joe walked out of the kitchen, "Hey (Y/N). Can I see you in the kitchen please?" I nodded and looked at Q, "We'll finish this when I get back." I got up off of Q's lap and entered the kitchen. Sitting on top of the counter, (Y/E/C) meeting with ice blue ones, "What's up Joey?" I asked. "Well (Y/N)...this is very hard to say." He laughs slightly. I was a bit confused. "(Y/N)." He continued, "I really really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight?" I broke out into a big smile, "Yes. I would love too" "Really?" "Yes of course. Joe I wanted nothing more than to go out with you." He smiled, "Then how does eight sound?" "It sounds perfect." I told him, "Now if you'll excuse me I need to finish my debate with Q." I said walking back into the living room with the biggest grin on my face.

Brian: After that little phone call with Brian I couldn't help but think of what was on his mind. Hell, after lunch with Sal today Brian was all I could think about. I couldn't actually believe that Brian liked me. But why would Sal lie to me about something so serious? It was about five o'clock when I heard a loud knock at my front door. I got up from the couch to answer it and smiled when I saw him. Standing there with his tan hat, a pair of blue jeans, a black shirt, his dark green jacket, and his infamous american scarf. "Hey Bri." I greeted, motioning for him to come inside. "Hey (Y/N). How are you?" He asked, sitting down on my brown lazy boy chair. "I'm doing fine. How 'bout you?" I sat back down at my place on the couch. "I'm good." I let a few moments of silence pass until I spoke up, "So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" I watched as he took off his hat and scratched his head nervously. "I heard that you and Sal had lunch today." My heart began to pace, did Sal tell him? "Yeah we went to White Castle." I said calmly, not wanting to give anything away. "Well I also heard that he was talking to you about a certain someone. Is that true?" He looked up at me, a sly grin forming across his bearded face. I blushed a bit, "Yeah, it's true." "I can't believe it." He laughed. "Believe what?" I was a bit confused by his words. "That you actually like me." He got up from the chair and walked over to me. Placing his hand in mine, he looked at me. Big brown eyes making me melt into a pool of putty. "(Y/N)....do you wanna grab dinner with me Friday night?" I smiled at him, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask me that." "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to ask you that."

James: Walking out of the freshly clean kitchen I overheard Sal talking to James. "Why don't you just tell her." Sal asked as I stood by the doorway that separated the living room and the kitchen. "What?" James replied. What are those two talking about? "Don't you play dumb with me. I know you like her, so why don't you just tell her how you feel?" I know it's not nice to ease drop, but I couldn't help it. "Because she likes Joe." James muttered softly. Sal laughed, "You really think that?" "Yes I do. I know for a fact that she like him and he likes her. I mean they're perfect for each other." I wonder who they're talking about? Sal laughed once more. "Why are you laughing?" James asked, annoyed. "Because you don't see the way that (Y/N) looks at you like I do. She likes you, I have no idea why, but she likes you." Me. They were talking about me! "You really think so?" "Believe me buddy, I know she does. All you have to do is tell her how you feel and I guarantee you that (Y/N) will feel the same way." Does that me James likes me? It has to mean he likes me. Right? "(Y/N)." James's voice snapped me out of my trance. "Oh. Hi." I replied, fidgeting with my fingers. "What's up?" I continued. I watched as he nervously scratch the back of his head. "Well...I was wondering if....maybe you'd wanna....I don't know....catch a movie with me on Saturday?" I smiled at him, "I would love too." "Told ya!" Sal yelled from the living room. I laughed, blushing slightly as James took my hand and led me into the living room.