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Cheryl Imagine (C)

Bold: Cheryl P.O.V
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~I like that you're broken, broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool?~

I saw through the fake smiles she'd use whenever someone was around. The hard exterior and tough girl act, I saw through to the sensitive and caring side I knew she had. Maybe that's why I liked her she hid her true feelings, her trauma under a mask identical to mine.

~I like that you're lonely, lonely like me. I could be lonely with you?~

We both had a bunch of friends around us talking and laughing. But when I glanced her way, distracted by the beautiful red hair on her head, I saw she was glancing away at anything and not talking back unless she was forced to. She seemed lonely, and as I turned back to my friends I felt the feeling of loneliness fall onto my own heart. They were all in couples and I was left here a third wheel and without someone to be with. Maybe I could be lonely with her.

~I met her, late night at a party. Some trust fund babies, Brooklyn loved.~

I saw her across the room, her iconic outfits hard to miss, we were at a party some stuck up rich girl from the northside had thrown. This wasn't out of character for me to be here, I enjoyed the free alcohol, the unusual thing being she caught my eye too.

~By the bathroom you said 'let's talk', but my confidence is warring on. But these are my people, these are my friends~

Before I knew it the red head was standing there in front of me. Cheryl Blossom in front of me. My confidence fell at just the sight of her being so close, but I felt hope in my chest when she didn't shout at me for staring at her but rather said softly. "let's talk". I looked to the people I knew and my friends dancing around me but not taking any notice. I looked back into her beautiful eyes and nodded, she took my hand and dragged me along upstairs and into an unoccupied bedroom locking the door after us.

~She grabbed my face and that's when she said~

Cheryl placed a gentle and soft hand on my cheek, and I saw a film of memory cross her eyes, and that's when she said,

~'I like that you're broken, broken like me. Maybe that makes fool?'~

I saw her walking through the halls, brown and green dip died hair bouncing gently with each stride. She held a small smile on her face when one of her friends talked to her. But when she was alone I saw through the mask and to an expression much darker like mine. I saw through the hard exterior stopping her from letting others in. Maybe I was being silly and overthinking but the thought of someone being like me gave me hope.

~'I like that you're lonely, lonely like me. I could be lonely with you?~'

She had amazing friends and yet I always saw her alone. At Pop's, at the park, just walking around town even at school. It puzzled me how someone so lovely could be so lonely like me. Maybe I could cheer her up, put that perfect smile on her face by being lonely with her.

~There's something tragic but almost pure, think I could love you but I'm not sure~

Cheryl didn't move her hand but rested the other one on my hip before continuing with what she was saying. "I see a tragic past but yet a soul so pure, I think I could love you but I'm not sure what it feels like anymore" she confessed and I felt my heart swell.

~There's something wholesome, something sweet. Set in your eyes they are love to me~

I stared into her stormy eyes and all I saw was pure love. "There's something about you, your sweeter than you come across and care loads. When I look into your eyes all I see is the love I have for you" I confessed.

~These are my people these are my friends, she grabbed my face and that's when she said~

She placed her hand on my cheek mirroring my previous action. She had a small smile set on her face and I just wanted to kiss her but she spoke, repeating my words.

~'I like that your broken, broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool?'~

Cheryl had abusive parents and so did I.

~'I like that you're lonely, lonely like me. I could be lonely with you?'~

She had friends who were too concerned with themselves to notice her, I had friends who didn't truly care about me but my reputation.

~Life is not a love song that we like. We're all broken pieces, floating by~

In that moment it was just the two of us and I couldn't help the urge to kiss the redheaded cheerleader, who had walked through a lot more than fire.

~Life is not a love song. We can try to fix our broken pieces, one at a time~

She leaned forward the shinning lip gloss making her brown eyes pop and green eyeshadow matching her gorgeous hair. I couldn't help but let the urge to kiss her grow.

~I like that you're broken, broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool~

I placed my other hand on the back of Cheryl's neck, letting the red curls fall around it. Without thinking twice I pulled her in, kissing her with passion and love like she deserved.

~I like that you're lonely, lonely like me. I could be lonely with you~

At first her forwardness took me by surprise but I let it happen. Moving my lips messily with her's, pulling her closer into me by the hand that rested on her curved hip.

~I like that you're broken, broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool~

Cheryl pushed my back against the wall and we didn't part, her perfect red lipstick staining my face as our lips smashed together again and again, our tounges dancing but not for dominance we both wanted this as much as each other there wasn't a need for control. We let our guards down and finally let someone in...each other.

~I like that you're lonely, lonely like me. I could be lonely with you~

Finally we split for air but rested our foreheads together "I love you, Cheryl" I confessed.

"I think I could love you too, if you show me how" she replied hesitantly.

"I promise" I told her with a smile which she returned. A true smile, one that I hadn't seen grace her face before and I couldn't help but kiss her again.