Austin Mahone Imagines { Accepting Requests }

REQUEST FROM: zoem015 ~ Cute #22

A/N:

I just noticed that I messed up the numbers in the last two imagines lmao my bad sorry I like idk what I did but I have a lot saved and ready to post and they aren't in a specific order so I guess it kinda just switched them haha ~ update on this: fixed them so (: I hope the other numbers aren't messed up or like I'm gonna scream

I literally can't believe that I didn't think of this imagine sooner!

its funny how no one comments the age they want to be in the imagine idk it makes me laugh but not having an age right now is perfect because I have a perfect idea for this okay I'm rambling on with the imagine for Zoe (:

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You walked out of the classroom that had currently ended, flipping your black hair as you gave your friend a friendly wave 'bye', saying that you'll see her tomorrow.

You walked up to your locker, turning the dial to the correct numbers; you then popped it open. As you threw your books in, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around, seeing a boy staring nervously at the deck of cards in his hands. You recognized him, he was Austin, the kid who always wore the snapbacks in your third class. He was the cutest kid in that class, heck maybe even in the whole school. Today he was wearing a black little snapback, and a blue t-shirt. (a/n: my profile pic)

"Hi, Austin." You smiled at him, turning back around to shut your locker door. You quickly turned back around after, as Austin sheepishly licked his lips. He stared back down at the deck of index cards in his hands.

"H-how are- wait. crap, wrong one." He stuttered, flipping through the deck.

You couldn't help but smile at his nervousness. He's so cute. You thought. You weren't nothing but an ordinary 14-year-old girl, you know? Why would he be nervous to talk to you?

His body started to shake a little bit, as he went through the cards quickly. "No, no, no." He counted off one by one, biting his bottom lip.

"Aha!" He whispered in triumph. He took a second to read it over, as he looked up from his cards and into your brown eyes. He was only a few inches taller than you, maybe about 2 or 3. "Did it hurt when you fell from Tennessee?" He said. He quickly realized what he had said, and looked back at his cards. You let out a small laugh, as he shuffled through the cards once more, blushing furiously.

His hands trembled, as he dropped his deck of cards, making them scatter everywhere. "Crap." He muttered once again, bending down to pick them up.

You got down on the floor with him, as you helped him gather up the 15 cards he had with him. You read over one, laughing slightly. It read:

yo sexy, can I get your number?

You held it up at Austin,"Did you really think about trying this?" You giggled, as Austin quickly read what you were showing him. His face turned an even darker shade, as he nodded slowly.

After you both had gathered up the cards, Austin tried to walk away.

"Austin, wait." You called to him, a grin tugging on your lips. He turned around to face you, a hint of hope in his eyes. He shoved the deck of cards into his back pocket.

"If you ever want to talk to me, don't be afraid to ask. Here let me give you my number." You said, putting your hand out for him to give you his phone.

He slammed his hand on yours, thinking that you were offering a high-five. You laughed once again, as you spoke,"Austin, I meant, hand me your phone. I'll put my number in." You smiled.

Austin blushed furiously once again, and looked at the ground. "I um- I uh- kind of don't have one." He said, obviously embarrassed. He scratched the back of his neck.

Your eyes widened a bit, as you felt around your shorts for a pen/marker/etc. You grabbed his arm, and guided him back over towards your locker. You always keep an extra writing utensil in there.

You dug through your locker, looking for a sharpie of some-sort. You found a red marker, opening up the cap you took Austin's wrist into your hand, as you wrote on his arm.

Zoe(:

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You smiled in triumph, as he blushed once again. "My-my favorite color is red." He squeaked out, running his fingers over the writing.

"Mine too." You admitted, throwing your marker back into your locker. "Call me. Either from your home phone or your mom's phone. It won't matter to me. I got to go now, my mom's probably getting worried. Bye, Austin." You rushed out, giving Austin a quick hug.

As you turned down the corner, Austin had started to talk to himself. "Did it hurt when you fell from Tennessee? Really, Austin, really?" He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

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A/N:

god I am in love with this imagine!!

*date is currently Tuesday, July 22, 2014