The MR. SERIES (OPEN FOR REQUESTS)

Mr. Key

Ahahahahahha... Kijakijakijakija requested this and I got desperate so I guess here we go, and I'm totally not obsessed with him either. (On a school Mac so I can't do the hearts and I'm too lazy to copy and paste so, I am going away this weekend so if I finish this now there will be no revisions but if I don't this will be updated a week after now.

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Your phone was ringing, a Facetime call from an unknown number. And then it hit you, could it be? You quickly answered it. And there they were, even in a facetime call their lighting was perfect. 

"Congratulations!" Collins called in his energetic voice. You were overwhelmed with so many feelings, happiness, shock, and embarrassment. You weren't wearing any makeup and had your hair in a messy bun.

"Omg," you said aloud.

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Sorry it is currently a week after that and yeah I'm writing this, I am currently obsessed with the Jonas Brothers' new song right now. Lord help me...

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"Hey! What's your name?"

You were still in shock, "I'm Y/N, and what's your- I mean your Collins, the Collins Key." You rambled heaving, you hadn't realized you were holding your breath. You sighed. "I'm so sorry, I'm just overwhelmed."

"Don't be, your particularly good for the reaction." 

You smiled. "So what do you guys usually talk about?"

"You know the usual, any questions?" 

Are you single?  "Can you teach me a magic trick?"

"Oh, come on Y/N! You know the magician's code." 

Devan suddenly popped in. "Come on Collins, for this pretty face, a no?" He winked. 

 You suddenly blushed. "Fine, are you guys single?"

 Collins reddened. "Errrr..." 

You giggled, "You don't have to answer that."

"Thank gosh. Any other questions?"  

You thought for a hard minute. "Hmmm... what do you look for in a girl?"

"Geez Y/N all these hard questions... are you hitting on me?" It all felt wrong, Collins was nothing like the child on screen, it made him even hotter. i

"I don't know? I thought you might be interested in some real questions."But yes I'm hitting on you.

"Fine, I like a girl whos smart and independent, confident, ummmm... possibly a nice smile." 

You grinned. "Like this?"

"Like that." He smirked. 

"So Y/N what do you do?"

"Well, I'm 19, currently in college hopefully getting a masters degree in banking. Working part-time at a pet store." You said.

"You single?"

"Hmmmm... I don't know I asked you first."

"That remains a secret."

"Then so does mine."

"Ok, Y/N... how about this, where do you live?"

"Uhhh stalker much?"

"I just wanted to know if you live around me." He laughed.

"Why yes, I do."

"Ok, how 'bout I take you out to brunch and you can tell me there." 

You refrained yourself from opening your mouth, you were speechless. Did he really ask me out?

"Sure, I guess that means your single."

"And I guess that means your single too."

You grinned.

"I think our 15-minute session is over." He said.

"So soon?" You fake pouted.

"Don't worry Y/N." And with that, he hung up. You plopped back onto your bed and squealed in your pillow. Bing.

You probably could've said something more but you had to refrain yourself from spiraling.

The Next Day

"You're even prettier in real life," he smiled. You clutched your purse nervously. You were so glad you'd chosen to wear a sleeveless dress if you hadn't sweat would be pooling around your armpits. Your hands were gross and clammy. You needed to avoid touching him. AT ALL COSTS.

"Where are my manners," he said getting up and pulling out your chair. You just blushed ferociously. 

He pushed your chair in and sat back down. You lifted your hand to push a loose strand of hair out of your face. Ugh, what am I doing!!! 

"Ummm... Oh my gosh, I forgot I had something to do," you made up getting up.

"What?" He grabbed your wrist, you turned to face him. Oh my god. You gently pulled away.

"I owe you one, I'll make it up." You said walking out of the restaurant.

"You fucking idiot." You said into the air.