PRETTYMUCH IMAGINES

Fabricator X Nick M.

A/N: hi. I've been an unactivate lil bi-

Anyways u guys voted for Nick so here goes.
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He's 4 years older than me.

I'm 17.

He's 21.

I know most people might say that's considered "rape" and that he should be put in jail but, I say otherwise.

I say otherwise because, I gave my consent.

I wanted him, from the very beginning I knew I wanted him.

And I'd tell anyone that. He didn't drill it into my brain.

It was my decision.

It was always my decision.

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If this story isn't already cliché enough, just know that I met Nick in bar.

A bar in which I shouldn't have been in, in the first place.

But, my friends are pretty manipulative which means they know how to cleverly get an underage teen into a bar.

And so they did.

And within minutes of us successfully getting in, I was alone.

I wandered around as someone slipped a cup into my hand and winked.

I smile and pretend I'm going to take a sip but, the minute they walk away I'm sitting the cup on the counter of the bar.

And I think that's when I stumbled upon Nick.

I knew he was older because of the way he carried himself and how he'd only had one single cup of something quite dark.

He didn't notice me at first and I don't think I wanted him to.

I just wanted to admire him and his features.

But of course, eventually he caught my gaze.

I muttered some idiotic apology about staring at him and he just smiles.

"No, please It's fine. Can I buy you a drink?"

I wanna tell him I don't drink but instead I ask: "is there anything non-alcoholic?"

To which he laughs and tells me "it's a bar" as if I don't already know, and then he assures me that there's probably water.

Which lucky for me was free.

I remember him asking how old I was and I remember lying and telling him I was 20.

To which he believed.

And that's how it started.

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It'd been maybe 3 weeks since I met Nick, and I'd been texting him alot.

He knew my name, my favorite color and my favorite flowers by the end of the first week which showed a lot about his character.

My mother has no idea that I've met a boy.

Also, fun fact my mother isn't my birth mother.

I'm adopted.

She's Dominican and she's taught me a lot of her culture. Although sometimes it's still quite difficult for me to understand when she speaks Spanish to me.