"i want her long blonde hair
i want her magic touch
yeah cause maybe then
you'd want me just as much"

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FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS IMAGINE, LET'S ALL PRETEND CRYSTAL REED AND DANIEL SHARMAN ARE STILL DATING

I had an obsession with Crystal Reed.

It was unhealthy and unnecessary, but I had one.

No, it wasn't because I had a crush on her.

No, it wasn't because she was famous.

It was because she had something I could never have.

Something I would always want.

And something I would forever envy her for.

Daniel Sharman.

Daniel and I first met while filming season two of Teen Wolf.

I was hired mid-season to be an intern, which quickly turned into me being an assistant.

Most of the cast had grown a liking to me, but Daniel had been the first one.

He'd been the first one to do everything with me in fact.

Well, quite obviously not everything.

He was the first one to talk to me, offer me help.

I remember my first day, I was very confused as to where to go.

Social anxiety, however, stopped me indefinitely from asking anyone for directions.

Daniel had noticed how flustered I seemed, and walked up to me, asking if I needed anything.

He'd been the one to ask me out for drinks, and one time he brought me as his plus one to a cast party.

Everyone said they would have invited me, but they had others really close to them they had wanted to invite.

I understood, definitely, but the gesture Daniel had made meant a lot to me.

He taught me British slang in our free time, and persuaded my lunch to be pushed forward so that we could have it together.

At first, I was annoyed, considering I now had to wait about 2 hours to eat my sandwich.

But soon, I had warmed up to the idea of sitting next to Daniel every day.

At one point, I wanted to ask Daniel out.

It seemed to me, in my delusional mind, that somehow, Daniel liked me.

First of all, now that I think back that was such a stupid idea.

My red eyeshadow, pink hair, brown eyes, and pink lipstick did many things, however they did not distract from the rest of my boring features.

I didn't have dimples, like Crystal.

Amazing hair, like Crystal.

A great jawline, like Crystal.

And for sure, I wasn't rich, and didn't really have much of a career going for me in entertainment.

Or, it was more like I was better at working behind the camera than in front of it.

And of course, no one gave a shit about me, so clearly I wasn't going to ever accomplish my dreams.

I remember this one day when Daniel heard me mutter this to myself, which resulted in a 30 minute talk about how I shouldn't say that, and how I meant so much to him and other people.

But back to the day.

Like I was saying, I felt like Daniel liked me.

So I walked towards his trailer, somehow gaining the courage to even get near it.

I was going to knock on the door, when I saw something in the window out of the corner of my eye.

I went to check, only to see Daniel and Crystal in a heated make out session.

In the moment, I wished they had pulled the curtains.

But the open curtains had helped me make less of a fool of myself.

So here I was, sitting and moping about that day as I saw Crystal and Daniel in front of me doing a scene.

For some reason, Daniel looked up at me, and the director called cut.

"I'm sorry, but, um, can we take five?"

The director nodded.

I heard Crystal ask what was wrong, but I didn't stick around to hear the answer as I left the set.

I was walking off when I heard footsteps running towards me, and to the side of me Daniel appeared.

"Hey!" he smiled.

I didn't smile back or reply, I just kept walking.

"Hey!" he yelled again, this time more aggressively, and he grabbed my forearm.

I forced my way out of his grip, but I didn't leave.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his face and consuming his features.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is I love you, you piece of horse shit! And I thought you loved me too! And you know what? You don't! So now I feel like crap! Thanks for leading me on, and showing me my life sucks more ass than I already thought it did."

It all came flooding out, like word vomit, and I spun around.

However before I could walk away, Daniel turned me again, this time a smile gracing his face.

"You, dumbass," he said, before taking my face in his hands and kissing my lips.

I indulged in it, even opening my mouth and letting his tongue slide in, however I pulled away quickly.

"But Crystal-"

"Screw Crystal!" he yelled quite loudly, too loudly. "I love you! Okay? I thought you didn't like me, and I knew Crystal did, so I started dating her. But I love you!"

We didn't talk for a while, but Daniel restarted the conversation with a, "Do you wanna kiss again?"

I smiled.

"For sure."