IMAGINES: Celebrity Encounters Starring You by Anna Todd, Blair Holden, Rachel Aukes, Ashley Winters, Leigh Ansell, Doeneseya Bates, Scarlett Drake, A. Evansley, Kevin Fanning, Ariana Godoy, Debra Goelz, Bella Higgin, Kora Huddles, Annelie Lange, E. Latimer, Bryony Leah, Jordan Lynde, Laiza Millan, Peyton Novak, C.M. Peters, Michelle Jo, Dmitri Ragano, Elizabeth A. Seibert, Rebecca Sky, Karim Soliman, Kate J. Squires, Steffanie Tan, Kassandra Tate, Katarina E. Tonks, Marcella Uva, Tango Walker, Bel Watson, Jen Wilde Page B
Authors: Anna Todd, Blair Holden, Rachel Aukes, Ashley Winters, Leigh Ansell, Doeneseya Bates, Scarlett Drake, A. Evansley, Kevin Fanning, Ariana Godoy, Debra Goelz, Bella Higgin, Kora Huddles, Annelie Lange, E. Latimer, Bryony Leah, Jordan Lynde, Laiza Millan, Peyton Novak, C.M. Peters, Michelle Jo, Dmitri Ragano, Elizabeth A. Seibert, Rebecca Sky, Karim Soliman, Kate J. Squires, Steffanie Tan, Kassandra Tate, Katarina E. Tonks, Marcella Uva, Tango Walker, Bel Watson, Jen Wilde
Ads: Link
prison, in her drab hospital scrubs and her messy hair going everywhere, she’s amazing to look at. So comfortable in her own skin. Kylie is looking at you like she recognizes you from somewhere. Like you’re painfully familiar to her, but she can’t quite place you.
“Is that my shirt?” she asks finally.
“Yyyyeah, sorry, Kendall loaned it to me.”
Kylie turns to Kendall. “And do you have clothes for me to change into?”
“Well, we did, but then we were under attack and kind of in a hurry at the last safe house, and they miiiight have gotten left behind.”
“Kenny!” Kylie says, making a fist.
“Sorry, sorry! We’ll get you clothes at the next stop, I promise.”
You feel horrified that you have Kylie’s clothes on, and she’s stuck with nothing to wear. These are very unideal circumstances for you to be meeting Kylie Jenner.
“I’m really sorry,” you offer. “We could trade?” You say thewords, but honestly, the idea of wearing her hospital scrubs turns your stomach.
Kylie shakes her head and smiles. “It’s okay. The shirt looks good on you. And if you’re riding with these two, then we must be family. It’s really fine. If that’s the only thing that goes wrong today, it’s really fine.” She turns around to face the road, and smiles, relaxed.
“Oh, sure, you let her borrow your clothes,” Kendall says.
This is insane. How is this happening to you? You’re hanging out with Kim and Kylie and Kendall and they, like , want you to be there. They’re not getting bored with you. They’re not going to ditch you by the side of the road when they realize how boring you are. They seem to actually want you here. You belong in a way that you have not felt like you belong anywhere, ever—not at home, not with your boyfriend, and definitely not at your job. You are somehow exactly where you’re supposed to be, and it’s here, with them.
Why does your face suddenly ache? You reach up to touch your face and realize you’re smiling. You’re smiling for, like, the first time in forever.
You look over and notice Kim noticing you smiling. “Not how you thought this week was going to go, is it?” she says.
“Definitely not,” you say, blushing.
“You’re hacking the government, you’re on the run with some of the coolest chicks ever, you’re single . . .”
“Wow, I guess I am single,” you say. “I never had any real closure about it with my boyfriend, though.”
“You ditched him—that’s better closure than he deserves,” Kim says.
“You should send him a selfie!” Kendall calls from the front. “Like, ‘Bye, hater.’ ”
The car erupts in laughter, the sisters agreeing that this is, in fact, exactly what you should do.
You laugh too, but more nervously. “I don’t know about that.”
“Come on, what do you say, electronics expert?” Kim asks. “You ready to change the world?”
“Um, I’m not really sure,” you say. “This plan sounds much bigger and more complicated than anything I could ever accomplish.”
“Listen, come here,” Kim says. She slides across the seat, sitting right next to you. “I need to show you something really amazing.”
She puts one arm around you, pulling you in close. With her other arm she holds her phone out, with the camera on, so your faces appear together on the screen.
“What?” you ask.
And Kim says, “You.”
Standby Superhero
Annelie Lange
Imagine . . .
O n your flight home for Christmas, the pilot comes over the loudspeaker: “Folks, unfortunately it looks like we’ll be landing a little bit earlier than planned. This weather turned faster than anyone expected, and for your safety we’re being rerouted. I’ll update you as soon as I know more.”
Not exactly the kind of message you want to hear halfway through a cross-country flight. Still, at least no oxygen alerts are involved, which, you know from experience, induce the kind of panic necessitating assistance from a neighbor to
“Is that my shirt?” she asks finally.
“Yyyyeah, sorry, Kendall loaned it to me.”
Kylie turns to Kendall. “And do you have clothes for me to change into?”
“Well, we did, but then we were under attack and kind of in a hurry at the last safe house, and they miiiight have gotten left behind.”
“Kenny!” Kylie says, making a fist.
“Sorry, sorry! We’ll get you clothes at the next stop, I promise.”
You feel horrified that you have Kylie’s clothes on, and she’s stuck with nothing to wear. These are very unideal circumstances for you to be meeting Kylie Jenner.
“I’m really sorry,” you offer. “We could trade?” You say thewords, but honestly, the idea of wearing her hospital scrubs turns your stomach.
Kylie shakes her head and smiles. “It’s okay. The shirt looks good on you. And if you’re riding with these two, then we must be family. It’s really fine. If that’s the only thing that goes wrong today, it’s really fine.” She turns around to face the road, and smiles, relaxed.
“Oh, sure, you let her borrow your clothes,” Kendall says.
This is insane. How is this happening to you? You’re hanging out with Kim and Kylie and Kendall and they, like , want you to be there. They’re not getting bored with you. They’re not going to ditch you by the side of the road when they realize how boring you are. They seem to actually want you here. You belong in a way that you have not felt like you belong anywhere, ever—not at home, not with your boyfriend, and definitely not at your job. You are somehow exactly where you’re supposed to be, and it’s here, with them.
Why does your face suddenly ache? You reach up to touch your face and realize you’re smiling. You’re smiling for, like, the first time in forever.
You look over and notice Kim noticing you smiling. “Not how you thought this week was going to go, is it?” she says.
“Definitely not,” you say, blushing.
“You’re hacking the government, you’re on the run with some of the coolest chicks ever, you’re single . . .”
“Wow, I guess I am single,” you say. “I never had any real closure about it with my boyfriend, though.”
“You ditched him—that’s better closure than he deserves,” Kim says.
“You should send him a selfie!” Kendall calls from the front. “Like, ‘Bye, hater.’ ”
The car erupts in laughter, the sisters agreeing that this is, in fact, exactly what you should do.
You laugh too, but more nervously. “I don’t know about that.”
“Come on, what do you say, electronics expert?” Kim asks. “You ready to change the world?”
“Um, I’m not really sure,” you say. “This plan sounds much bigger and more complicated than anything I could ever accomplish.”
“Listen, come here,” Kim says. She slides across the seat, sitting right next to you. “I need to show you something really amazing.”
She puts one arm around you, pulling you in close. With her other arm she holds her phone out, with the camera on, so your faces appear together on the screen.
“What?” you ask.
And Kim says, “You.”
Standby Superhero
Annelie Lange
Imagine . . .
O n your flight home for Christmas, the pilot comes over the loudspeaker: “Folks, unfortunately it looks like we’ll be landing a little bit earlier than planned. This weather turned faster than anyone expected, and for your safety we’re being rerouted. I’ll update you as soon as I know more.”
Not exactly the kind of message you want to hear halfway through a cross-country flight. Still, at least no oxygen alerts are involved, which, you know from experience, induce the kind of panic necessitating assistance from a neighbor to
Similar Books
