Cliche- Nate Maloley Imagine
You sat in Johnson’s living room, listening to the guys talk about girls, as per usual. You’ve been friends with them for years and they’ve told you on multiple occasions that you’re one of the guys. As much as you love it, you couldn’t help but want them to look at you the way they look at other girls. Specifically Nate.
You’ve had feeling for Nate ever since you could remember. Even before you were friends with the guys, you would always see Nate around school and you so badly wanted him to look at you in that way. But the closer you got to the boys, the more you realized you weren’t their type. You were the exact opposite.
The guys liked girls who partied, drank, and weren’t afraid to physically be with someone. The girls they went for would always wear little outfits and seemed to have no care in the world. It’s not that you thought you were better or more mature than them, you just wanted the guys to look at you the way they looked at other girls.
“Are you coming tonight, (y/n)?” Gilinsky asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
Swazz was having a party and you’ve always made up some excuse as to why you couldn’t party with the guys. It was always something like “I got up really early this morning for work so probably not.” but you knew they were bothered by it. It’s not that you didn’t want to hang out with them, it’s just that you didn’t want to sit there and watch as Nate got with some girl that was ten times prettier than you.
“Sure.” You said, as you looked at five boys who were practically begging you to come.
Later that night, as you stood in Swazz’s living room, listening to some douche talk about how built he is, you couldn’t help but watch as Nate talked to a girl; his typical girl. The more you stared, the more you wanted to hit him. You wanted to smack him because maybe then, it would make him realize how much you actually care for him.
You knew you had to remove yourself from the situation before it became an actual situation. You said goodbye to the douche and headed outside. Just as you reached the end of the driveway, you heard Nate’s voice.
“(y/n)! Where are you going?” He said, running after you.
“I just…can’t do this anymore.” You said.
“Come on, it’s just a party…I don’t understand what your issue is.” He said and you knew he was genuinely confused.
“Nate, I’m not talking about the party.” You were trying so hard to keep your anger and jealousy inside of you but it wasn’t working. “I can’t do this anymore.” You pointed between the two of you before turning around to walk away but Nate grabbed your arm and turned you around again.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Why did you pick her?” You asked, pointing towards the house. “Why did you chose her out of every other girl?”
“I don’t know.” You watched as Nate’s face scrunched up in confusion. “She’s hot?”
“Okay, and what about the girl last week? Why did you pick her?”
“Just answer.” You said, cutting him off.
“She was hot too.” He said, not understanding what your point was.
“You’ve never said that about me. I hangout with you every day of my life and I listen to the way you talk about girls and then I hear the way you talk about me and the difference is unbelievable. You don’t look at me the way you look at other girls and I’m sorry Nate, but I don’t look at other guys because I’m too busy looking at you. And I look at you in the way you don’t look at me.”
“You wanna know the way I look at you?” He asked, getting closer to you. “I look at you and see a girl in a white dress, walking towards me, down an isle in the middle of a Church. I see a girl holding my baby, trying to get it to sleep in the middle of the night. I see a girl buying millions of Christmas presents for our grandchildren. Those other girls? I don’t see that with; I’ve never seen it. You’re different and as cliche as that sounds, it’s true. I held back because you didn’t show any interest but I should have known…you were always one to hide your feelings. You are the one I want; for the rest of my life.” He said, hesitating to put his hands on your waist.
“You mean it?” You asked, not really believing that this was happening.
Nate let out a little chuckle as he pulled you closer to him so your chest was touching his. He placed his hand on your cheek as he used the other one to brush the hair out of your face. He looked from your eyes to your lips and began to lean in.
“100%.” He whispered against your lips before finally connecting them with his.
A/N: Let me know what you think!
Check out my MASTERLIST for all my other imagines: (x)
Make sure to follow me so you don’t miss out on any updates!