Here's part two. Enjoy!

IMAGINE YOURSELF...

   Looking over all the doors for the engravement  493. That was his room number. Your fingers traced over the wall as you walked. 487 489 490 491 492. Ah, here it is. You took in a deep breath and hesitated before hitting your knuckles against the wooden door. The thing about you is when your around your crush you're really awkward. You either answered in really short sentences and when you don't talk in one or two worded sentences it's usually ten thousand words. So, that's why you usually try to stay away from your chrushes.

"Hello?" The door opened revealing your crush. He stood before you looking as cute as usual. So cute that you forgot how to speak. "Oh, (y/n)," he opened the door wider and stepped out.

"H-h-h-hi," you stuttered not making eye contact. You looked at everything else but him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked but not in a mean way. "I thought you would be away for Christmas?" You shrugged and finally gained the courage to look him in the eyes.

"I could ask you the same question." He grinned and opened to do gesturing for you to enter.

"Come on in," he said. "Sorry for the mess." What mess? You wanted to ask. His room was perfectly clean and not a thing was out of place.  His bed was made, everything on the shelves was straight, and his desk was perfectly organized. Any mom would be proud. You huffed to yourself mentally cursing his perfectness. Dang his room, dang  his body, dang his eyes. You were so caught up that you didn't notice him staring at you. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink but he played it off by looking down and clearing his throat.

"So, you must be wondering why I'm here?" You spoke feeling nervous since his eyes were on you. "Well, Will came in my room with his cursed kindness and brought me a present which just happened to be a cute necklace, that, sadly, I forgot because it was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo  cute, but, anyway, he then began to feel ill  so he asked me to bring you the present he had gotten you and at first I thought you weren't here but then he told me you had came back early like him..." You stopped when you saw him staring at you. Your cheeks burned and you found yourself muttering  a small sorry, placing the present on the bed, and scurrying out of the room before he could stop you. You walked quickly back down the hall feeling embarrassed  as ever. Why do I have to be so awkward? Why do I have to be so stupid? You thought to yourself. Then, suddenly, you heard someone call your name. You looked up to see Will. You thanked god that it wasn't (y/c/n).

"Hey, (y/n), how did it go?" You shoved his shoulder not answering and continued. He turned around. "(Y/n)!" He called and grabbed you shoulder and spun you around. "What's wrong?" Suddenly anger filled you and you pushed off his hands.

"It's all your fault!" You yelled. He took a step back.  "If it wasn't for you and your stupid present." A frown formed on his face.

"I'm guessing it went bad, then?" Now wasn't the time for his jokes.

"Shut up." You muttered as you walked away.

"(Y/n)," he called again and this time he stood in front of you. "I haven't been truly honest with you," he said and you raised an eyebrow. Let's start of with my name. I actually  spell it with one L." You looked at him surprised  at  what he had just said. "And I like you. Like, like you like you." Next thing you know his lips were against yours. The truth is, the only reason you had a crush on (y/c/n) is because you wanted to get over Will or should I say Wil.

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