SWEET KISSES ||Aidan Gallagher imagines And Preferences||

Compared pt.2

Another angst, I'm sorry just feeling emo again

Summary: Y/n's family has a summer vacation at the beach, and y/n's other relatives agreed with five coming with them. But little do y/n knows Elena is coming there too.

NO ONES POV:

Y/n struggles as she tries to zip up her luggage. She had too many clothes to pack since they're gonna be at the beach for a week.

"Ugh, finally" She grunts trying to pick it up now "Seriously?" She asks herself groaning.

Five comes in the scene looking at the girl struggling once again. "Here let me help you with that" he laughs picking up the luggage.

Five's eyes furrowed "Isn't there a handle? And you could just pull it why carry it?" He wondered.

"The handles broken, something's stuck in there probably" she pauses "And by the way thanks for helping me with that" she adds putting on her backpack full of other stuff that didn't fit in the luggage.

"No problem. And uh is there anything else? They're waiting outside already." He mentions "Oh yeah everything's all good to go" she smiles.

He adored her smile. He always hated seeing her all frowning and sad because of.. you know who.

"C'mon let's go" five says putting on his shades.

Y/n then finally notices his v-neck shirt, looking so fine. (Five, your Aidan is showing)

She snaps out of her thoughts and goes along with five.

The two went outside, getting inside the van, five slamming the door shut.

"Alright, is everyone in here!?" Y/n's uncle yells loud enough for them to hear.

Everyone said yes, and he then began to drive.

FIVE'S POV:

I felt a sudden heavy weigh on my left shoulder. I take a look at it and realize it's
y/n sleeping peacefully.

I wrap my left arm around her shoulders, and fix her hair with my free hand. Damn she looks cute. It gives me butterflies right then and there whenever she holds me.

I kiss her forehead lightly adoring the little smile that crept up her face making me chuckle softly.

It's was always so hard for me to stop staring at something beautiful. Or someone .

The idea of having her in my arms makes me feel different types of emotions.

I loved it when I get to comfort her. Especially when she gets compared, I get to hold her alot. But I also hate to see her hurt.

Just looking at her makes me wonder how I got so lucky to have a friend this beautiful. It'd be better if she was more than that.

She's perfect. Soft kissable lips, beautiful eyes, Rosy cheeks, straight eyebrows, soft hair. Everything.

I love this girl.