So you're going to homecoming with Jade Freaking Harley. This is fantastic, really, because you've been ironically pining your ass off for her since freshman year, when she moved in across the street from you from some tiny ass island in the Pacific you can never remember the name of. She'd become your fast friend (only because she never stopped putting up with your irony and asshole ways), and you'd gotten up the courage to ironically ask her out to homecoming on a "very yes-homo" date last week. It was pretty slick if you do say so yourself.
Oh hell fucking no it was not, it was more ironically terrible and cliché then you could have imagined at first. The whole debacle involved the Monday morning school announcements, a dozen red roses delivered to her homeroom, and a very VERY plush red bear you awkwardly presented. You knew it was going to be fucking stupid as hell the second you snuck into the principal's office to jack the microphone. You were going to kill Bro.
But this arose one major problem with your plan. She said yes to your invitation, and only now do you recall the fact that…
You can't dance worth shit.
You practice every day, but you just can't get the moves right. How the hell does anyone have that much coordination? See, this is why you prefer to be behind the turntables; at least that way you can control shit. Out on the dance floor, and you know Jade will want to dance; you'll be as vulnerable as a metaphorical baby calf. Alone. In fucking winter. Surrounded by dingoes or some shit.
Because you know how high school is. This is fucking senior year. Your freshman year John Egbert, your best bro, tried to teach you how to crank that Spiderman or some shit and a group of unappreciative seniors surrounded the two of you and proceeded to laugh loudly at your fumbled steps, pointing out each mistake to their friends.
That was the last time you ever danced outside of your bedroom.
But somehow Jade had said yes to your invitation and all of a sudden you are going to fucking dance with her, for her, and it will be a thing that happens because goddamnit her and her cute little face deserve it.
So you are currently holding her hand in the back of a fucking limo Bro splurged for. He said you should have the "Prom or whatever fucking romantic bullshit" of your life, so you begrudgingly accepted the offer. He even suggested a hotel room after but that just started a very bad strife that you kind of regret, considering your neck is now stiff.
Jade looks to the side, rustling her green and black dress nervously, and smiles at you. God, that smile. It just makes you want to kiss the shit out of her then cuddle her aggressively... Then go make her a sandwich and watch actual quality movies with her. Unironically. You swallow a little lump in your throat and smirk back at her, debating peeking over your shades just to see her clearly then realizing it would look fucking stupid. And you can't look stupid in front of her.
You catch myself in that train of thoughts and mentally groan.
Well shit, it looks like you got it bad.
A/N you know what would make my updating this go faster? reviews would. Reviewers don't get anything tangible, but I may go read a couple of your fics if you do. :3 Yeah, that's probably a thing.
Might update this week, might not. I really want to be a beta reader though, so I'm actually pulling out old fics I wrote to bump my word count until I'm eligible to beta.
Enjoy~ Dai