Moving Day || Imogeli
“Woow,” The tanned brunette cooed, taking a few steps inside to their new home together. She closed the door behind her, still marveling at the quality of the apartment. “This is going to be soo fun,” she said, taking a slow walk around the room. “Like one of those never-ending sleepovers!” she said, peeking over at Eli with a sly grin. Sure, Imogen hadn’t been to many sleepovers before; she was never the type of girl who was actually invited to sleepovers. She was a misfit, just like Eli was. They were two peas in pod. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand grasp her own, and lead her into another room.
As he led her, she cocked an eyebrow in question at the boy. “Fine,” she said, giving in to his command. Once her eyes were closed, she felt herself being moved to yet another room. Blinking, she opened her eyes and her mouth immediately dropped. “This is so pretty!” she exclaimed, her tone suddenly lifting up to a higher octave, causing her to make a face at the sound. She wrapped her arms around Eli, pulling him into a warm hug. “I don’t like,” she told him, “I love.” Her brown eyes moved across the balcony as a picture popped into her head. “I’m already imagining how we can decorate it,” she pulled away from him, a warm smile covering her face as her eyes met his.
Eli immediately hugged her back, eager to reciprocate her joy. This was real and true. It was happening, and he couldn’t be happier. He abruptly pulled back at the same moment that she did, only to catch her eye. Eli shot her a genuine smile that almost mirrored the one that was on Imogen’s face. In only a second, though, the moment was lost. He raised his eyebrows and pasted his trademark smirk slightly onto his face. “Oh, really? How so? I won’t be cleaning up glitter for days, will I?” He asked, pretending to weary. But in all honestly, Eli was probably the most excited out of the both of them.
He didn’t know why Imogen or her parents had agreed to this. It was considered unorthodox for a guy and a girl to live together when they weren’t together. Or, at least, society thought about it that way. Eli knew that they were different. Both of them always had been. They had never succumbed to the norm and they wouldn’t begin now. “I’ll go and get the rest of your stuff and bring it to your room. In the meantime, why don’t you begin mapping out your vision for this place? Your wish is my command.” Eli smiled at her once more before pulling her into a light, one armed hug, then beginning to bring boxes up to their place.
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imogen—imagines: Eli immediately hugged her back, eager to reciprocate her joy. This was real and true. It was...
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“Woow,” The tanned brunette cooed, taking a few steps inside to their new home together. She closed the door behind her,...
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