Imagine- Trayce thinks you like Klay
I’ve lived next to the Thompsons for as long as I can remember. It was mama Julie’s birthday party, my mom and I were going to head over earlier to help with some preparations. I was in my mid-20s and I practically grew up with Trayce. We were window pals, we even had most of our deepest conversations through that window. That was how I developed feelings for Trayce, we went to prom together and we kissed, but after graduation he was drafted. We kept in touch, we were talking but we weren’t official yet, it’s only been like 7 years though. We’ve been taking it very slowly.
“Mom, I’m ready so I’ll be heading over to see if they need any help.” I shout.
“Okay sweetie, I’ll see you in a bit.” she says.
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and straightened my skirt. I was out the door and walked up to their front doorstep. I was reaching to knock on the door and right away I was greeted by Trayce, “Woah, hey it’s (Y/n)!” Trayce shouted.
“Ohh, hi Trayce.” I say he pulls me in for a hug and he pecks me on the forehead, “How has Los Angeles been? I’m quite surprised you had time to actually come back in town.” I say.
“Yeah, I did and Klay had time too. No big deal.” he says.
“So where can I get started?” I ask him.
“Well I was headed out to get some of the food we ordered. Klay is in the kitchen baking cake, maybe you can ask if he needs help.” he says.
“Yeah, he makes this really good banana nut cake that my mom loves. So yeah go see if he needs any help, I’ll be right back.” he says and dashes out.
I walked through their house and it feels like nothing has changed here. There were birthday balloons and decorations all over. I finally got in the kitchen and saw Klay wearing a tacky pink apron and laughed. He dropped an egg and stared at me, “Really (y/n), you’re going to make fun of me when I need to get this cake done.” he shouts.
“I’m not here to laugh, I’m here to help.” I smile.
“Okay well grab a damn apron and start beating some eggs.” he says, “Wait, not the eggs, work on the frosting. Actually no, I’ll be done with this batter in a bit. Just preheat the oven to 375. And out your hair up!” I went to the oven to preheat it but Klay already beat me to it.
Well shit Klay. “Well damn, I’ve never seen this side of you,” I say.
“Anything for mama.” he says placing the batter into a cake pan.
“Preheated the oven?” he asks.
“Actually, you did. But yes it is done.” I say.
“Okay the cakes are going in.” he shouts, “Time for the frosting.” he says.
I started cleaning up his mess as he stayed reserved in a corner gathering the items for frosting. The entire countertop was empty and Klay was finally mixing his frosting.
“So how have you been (y/n)?” he asks.
“I’ve been good. Finally received my BA in English on my way to becoming an author,” I say.
“That’s good. We won the finals last year.” he said.
“I remember, your mom was so excited.” I say.
“Well what about you and Trayce, anything new?” he asks.
“Still talking. I don’t know how to tell him I want to move forward.” I say awkwardly.
“Want me to talk to him? Because I can if you want to.” he says.
“You stay out of it.” I say.
“It’s been what? Months?” he asks.
“You sure you don’t need help?” he says.
“Yes, I just need advice.” I say.
“Just talk to him. That little boy could’ve easily let you go for some little girl but he’s still loyal to you.” he says.
“Thanks for that image Klay,” I say.
“I’m sorry but I’m just saying.” he says, “hey can you come taste this frosting?”
I walked into the house with the food. I went into the kitchen and saw (Y/n) and Klay literally inches from each other. His finger was in her mouth and her face looked pleased with it. “It tastes good,” she said.
I place the food on the table, “Dammit Klay, if you’re going to do that, make sure it’s not around mom’s cake. If you guys need me. I’ll be in my room.”
It just hurt, watching the one that I love fall in love with someone that I look up to.
I slapped Klay’s arm, “What am I going to do now?”
“Go after him, go talk to him. Prove to him that he’s the one.” he says.
“I hope you burn your cake.” I say and walk away.
I found Trayce’s door and ran my hand over the marking on the door frame. The famous height wall. I gently knocked and opened the door. He was laying down on his bed and I flopped down next to him. He got up immediately but I pulled him back down.
“Don’t leave me,” I say weakly.
“It’s obvious you like Klay but he wasn’t your first kiss, He doesn’t know how excited you were to receive your BA. He didn’t go to prom with you. But I guess he’s worth your time. I hope he will treat you better than I do.” he says getting up once again.
I pulled him back again, “It wasn’t what you thought.” He sighs.”It really wasn’t he burnt his tongue so his taste buds weren’t working so I tried his frosting for him. It might have seem very sexual but I swear I didn’t mean for it to be that way.” I sighed as well because I knew he wasn’t going to believe me. “We talked about you. We talked about me. Trayce it’s been seven years. Ever since you were my first kiss at prom, I waited for you. Seven fucking years. I have only loved one person ever in my life and that was you. I didn’t know how to say this but I have been waiting for you to do something or say something. And obviously you feel the same way because you’ve waited too.”
He sat up and I sat up with him looking at him. “This might be a little to– fuck it. (Y/n) I love you.”
“It’s about fucking time. Trayce Nikolas Thompson, I love you, I’ve loved you forever.” I say. Our lips crash instantly and sparks were flying. The door opened and a camera flashed, but we still kept our kiss in sync. We pulled apart, “(Y/n) will you be my girlfriend?”
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