One Shots

The Boy at the Park - Aaron Carpenter Imagine for Isabel

*taken from my Tumblr*

www.graceelizabeththefab.tumblr.com

Aaron and Isabel

“Hey,” the boy said. He wore a blue sweatshirt and a pair of khaki pants, his hands stuffed deep in the pockets. His shoulders rose and he gave me a cute but shy smile. His feet kicked at the mulch under the red vans he wore.

I looked up at his face. He had long dark brown hair that was flipped across his forehead and the cutest nose I’d ever seen. His brown eyes were big and adorable, the kind I could find myself staring into for hours on end. His lips were still curved into the timid smile, as his face had a questionable look to it.

“Hey,” I said. I brushed out my grey skirt and pulled my printed sweater around my shoulders a little more. The tan knee socks I wore stretched up over my kneecaps and onto my thighs, leaving the grey boots rising to the middle of my calves. I smiled back at the boy and planted my feet on the ground, stopping the swing. I glanced over towards the slides on the playground, seeing my baby brother still having fun with the little girl.

“I’m Aaron,” the boy said.

“I’m Isabel,” I told him.

“Do you mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing towards the empty swing next to me.

“No, no, go ahead,” I said, nodding to him. He grinned once again and sat down on the swing, beginning to lightly swing himself back and forth.

“So…” he said, obviously a bit embarrassed and nervous to talk to me.

“So…” I said. It wasn’t awkward though. It was a comfortable silence.

“Is that your brother?” he asked; he squinted against the fading sunlight, trying to take a look at my brother.

“Yea,” I said, “his name’s Charlie.”

“That’s cute,” Aaron said. “Like you.” He obviously sounded scared to say that line, but I didn’t care. He was too cute in general. I giggled in reply, feeling my cheeks heat up at his adorableness.

“So do you live around here?” I decided to ask.

“Yea, just moved. How old are you?”

“I’m 15,” I told him.

He smiled. “Me, too.” We sat for a couple seconds in silence again. “Do you think you could show me around sometime?”

I looked over at him suspiciously. “Are you asking me out?”

“Depending on what you’re going to say. If you’re going to say yes, then yes, I am asking you out.” He chuckled, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Well then, I’d be happy to accept you’re offer. It’s a date.” He smiled wide, standing up and giving me his number.

Little did I know, this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.