this is a condom fail paul type of imagine. or literally any youtube person.

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y/n nervously bit her thumb nail and studied her surroundings. she seemed very cautious, as if something was going to happen. her aura made ethan tense up.

he bumped her elbow that rested upon the wooden table. the aroma of coffee and hipsters filled their noses in delight as they stared at one another.

"are you alright? you've barely touched your venti double shot cappuccino with almond milk and light ice," ethan asked concerned.

y/n felt the sudden heat underneath her caused by guilt. she was telling a lie and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.

she grabbed ethan's hand and led him behind the building where there was an empty alley. there was a huge garbage bin where there were two cats doing the nasty.

"ew," ethan spoke in disgust. "right in front of my salad?"

y/n smacked his hand. "focus!"

"ouch?"

"i've been lying to you, to everyone," she confesses. "im actually a spy."

ethan blinked at her once. twice. thrice.

she rocked back and forth on her heels and felt her phone buzz. she curiously checked the message and her eyes widened.

he chuckled. "let me guess, spy business?" he didn't even care to believe her shitty excuse for being a bad friend. "look you're-"

she dropped the phone and on the screen ethan could see the text message clearly.

fbi: we're onto you.

"isn't that a meme?" ethan asked. "it's usually them calling you cute or something but not-"

"run!" she grabbed his hand and began sprinting with ethan closely following behind her. gunshots could be heard from the end of the alley as they rode in a black range rover.

a bullet grazed y/n's left shoulder as they turned down the busy street and were instantly greeted with a large crowd. she grabbed her shoulder in pain.

ethan began to freak out. "y-you're bleeding. holy shit, is this real? y/n!"

she fell to the floor and he eyes began to close ever so slightly. "t-tell my m-mom, i-i-i like her." she then passed out while her shoulder heavily bled out on the street.

the crowd laid no attention to them, as if they were invisible, which made ethan angry and sad. he cradled her in his arms and cried for her to come back.

a smile arose on her face and she whispered, "it's a prank, bitch."