Oscar Diaz Imagines | OMB

Under The Stars

I was doing my edges when my phone started ringing, I saw the caller ID, it was Oscar.

"Bitch where are you?" asked Oscar

"At your mom's house. I'm just kidding I'm doing my hair."

"I'm outside, hurry your ass up," replied Oscar

"The party is at your house, O. I know where you live."

"I don't want you walking alone, you know that," said Oscar

I shook my head, "Okay, let me put my shoes on, bye."

I hung up and put on my shoes, okay I was feeling cute.

(Few Hours at The Party)

I was already feeling a little drunk, I sat on Oscar's lap. We weren't dating but we were best friends. Nobody messed with me since they knew I was close to Oscar.

The DJ started playing "No Guidance" This song was our shit.

"Let's dance!"

Oscar smirked as he saw my moving my hips.

"Ayy
Trips that you plan for the next whole week
Bands too long for a nigga so cheap
And your flex OD, and your sex OD"

I started moving in rhythm with Oscar, his breath smelled like liquor but I didn't mind.

"Let's have a battle homie."

"I'm going to win," said Oscar

We both started dancing, the crowd started cheering for us.

"No nine to five, put the work in
Flaws and all, I love 'em all, to me, you're perfect"

The song finally ended, I was sweating but I didn't mind, I smiled at Oscar.

"Ya'll who won?!"

The crowd started chanting my name, that's how you win.

Oscar grabs my hand and pulled me out to the backyard, it was quiet yet you can hear the music. It was just us.

He was staring a little too much.

"You okay Oscar? You're a good dancer so don't feel too bad."

The Dj started playing a slow song, I miss having a boyfriend to dance with.

Suddenly Oscar grabbed me and he placed his hands on my waist, I put my arms on his neck. We moved slowly. This felt nice, I knew I always had something for Oscar but I never wanted to admit it.

I looked up, the sky was filled with many stars, a shooting star flew by, I never made wishes but tonight I wished this night never ended.

"(y/n)?" asked Oscar

I nodded and looked at him, "You tired?"

He shook his head, "I like you. I don't know if you feel the same or if you even want to be involved with me. But I do."

I cupped his face and leaned in, his lips connected with mine. Both our mouths tasted like alcohol but we didn't care. His tongue slipped in and our tongues fought for dominance, of course, his tongue won.

I let out a mona, I let go and blushed, "S-Sorry."

"Hey baby, don't apologize. So you feel the same way?" said Oscar

"Always, and always will."