Seventeen Imagines

Tell Me Three Things

Hi guys so I just finished reading this book titled "Tell me Three Things" its a good book. I just finished reading it yesterday like 1 whole day hahah cause I got nothing to do. So ill be writing an imagine about the very last part of the story so I suggest if you dont want to get spoiled do not read this, I repeat
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DONT WANT TO GET SPOILED!
I warned you hahahahha soo enjoy 😊
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(Y/b/n) - Your bias name
(Y/n) - your name
(Y/l/n) - your last name
(Y/b/f/n) - your best friend's name

(Y/n) P.O.V

(Y/b/n) eyes are on me, not on Liam, and he's talking to me without talking to me. I don't know what he's saying. I just know I want to keep staring at him. Again, everything is too fast for me to understand, and also too slow, because I can hear the thimp of my heart and the blood rushing in my ears, can feel the warmth of the coffee cup in my trembling hands.
My phone beeps. I have a message. I look down. I pick it up.

(Serial Number)

SN: It's me

I look up again. (Y/b/n) is smiling nervously at me. He's typing without looking.

SN: me. Not him. Me
SN: let me say this in caps: ME

"you?" I ask, out loud, without hands, the words right where I need them. Finally, finally, realization dawning. My eyes are locked with (y/b/n). I cant help it; I'm grinning. "For real. It's you?"
"Me," (y/b/n) says, and holds up his phone. "You were early. We had an Oville meeting in the back that ran too long, and then he got to you first."
I look at Liam, who is rocking oh his heels, confused and still angry. Watching our conversation but not getting it at all.
How could he? I barely understand.
(Y/b/n) is (y/b/n) is (y/b/n)
(Y/b/n) is SN.
"Liam, I'm sorry. I can't. I mean, it's (y/b/n). It's him," I say, which makes no sense at all, but it doesnt seem to matter, because now (y/b/n) is sitting down across from me in the booth. And we are smiling at each other, goofy and giddy, and it's easy, so much easier than it should be.

Liam looks more confused thsn upset. Tyler shrugs and then rolls his eyes towards the door, as if to say Give it up, man. She's not worth it.
"Whatever," Liam says taking Tyler's cue, the words casually thrown over his shoulder as he walks out the door.
Tyler shakes his phone at me and (y/b/n), apparently his generic goodbye, as he ran to catch up to Liam.

"You?" I ask (y/b/n) again, because I need it to be said one last time. To be sure that I'm not just jumping to conclusions and that i'm not dreaming.

"It's nice to meet you again (y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n). I'm the weirdo who has been messaging you." (Y/b/n) looks nervous, a question in his eyes. "Today so didn't go the way I meant it to."

I laugh, because what i'm feeling is something so much bigger than relief.

"What? You didn't expect to almost get into a fistfight?"

"No, no, I did not."

"I can't believe it's you," I say letting out the breath I didn't even realize I was holding. My phone beeps.

SN: are you disappointed?
Me: NO!!!
SN: can I come sit next to you?
Me: YES!!!

(y/b/n) switches sides of the booth, and now his thigh is up against mine. I can smell his (y/b/n) smell. I bet he tastes like coffee.