High School Never Ends {Gakuen!Prussia x Reader}


"Yeah, but then… if you spent the night at my house, I don't know what I'd do to you…"


Note: Yay, it's been a while since I've written a high school AU ^.^ This is for a friend on dA. Anyways, hope you guys like it!~


You placed your head on the desk and groaned.

You were staying afterhours at school for detention; luckily, you weren't alone. Sitting around you were your best friends.

You were still somewhat new to this private school, and it seemed everyone here was rich and stuck-up. You were on scholarship, so you couldn't exactly relate to everyone else. The only people you connected with were Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis.

The four of you had gotten in trouble for coming in late to an assembly and 'creating a disturbance' when really, all you'd done was walk in laughing. It wasn't your fault or your friends' that everyone had turned their heads. They could have very well kept their attention on the speaker, but no—they just had to see who had come in late and who was laughing.

The sole teacher in the room appeared sleepy. He was leaning his back against the chair and had his feet up on the desk. It was the late afternoon, and the school building was nearly empty except for this room. It was all in-door, three stories high, and with chandeliers hanging in every room. Really? Chandeliers? This was high school, not Cinderella Academy.

Suddenly, Gilbert passed you a note:

"Let's go."

You crumpled up the paper and shoved it into your pocket. Glancing at the dozing teacher, you turned to him and whispered, "No. I don't wanna risk getting caught." Curiously, you peered over at your other friends. Francis looked to be falling asleep and Antonio was doodling a tomato on the desk. With a huff, you sank back into your seat and crossed your arms. This afternoon was dragging on for much too long.

After about another hour of Gilbert pestering you to ditch with him, there was a knock at the door. The sound broke the large room's painful silence and woke up almost half of the people in detention.

That 'almost' half included Francis and the teacher only, apparently.

"Guhh…" With a yawn, the teacher went over to the door and opened it. "Yes?"

You saw one of the school's janitors in the doorframe. He informed the teacher, "Now this might not be my business, but I think you've kept these kids in too late. Release 'em from detention already. I've locked all the school doors inside and out, and you guys can leave through the main entrance. My shift's almost over too."

The teacher nodded. "Sure, John. Thanks for letting me know."

The janitor continued, "But be careful; once you open up that main entrance, it'll automatically lock right afterwards. This school's sealed up like a jail during the night." And with that, he turned and began wheeling his cart of cleaning supplies away.

While the teacher had been distracted, you were busy trying to get Francis to get up. He was still mumbling while half-asleep as you pushed his shoulder, "Francis! Wake up already."

At that moment, the teacher turned and said, "Alright. You kids can go now. I hope you don't cause any more disturbances this year." Tired out of his mind, he left the room without another word.

By then, Francis was fully awake. "Eh? Oh, I just remembered something-!"

Antonio stood up from his desk, pulling his blue uniform vest back on over his white long-sleeved shirt. "What is it, amigo?" He adjusted his black tie; it was obvious that you'd all been sitting for too long.

"I-I left my coat in the art class this morning!" He replied in a near-tearful state.

"Huh? Who cares?" Gilbert shrugged, "We'll get it tomorrow, ja?"

"But it's a designer Lacoste jacket!" Francis noticed you, Gilbert, and Antonio were ready to leave the room. "Oi, we have to get it now before someone steals it! I know that putrid Brit Arthur would do so just to make me angry!" He pressed, grabbing on to your shoulder to keep you from walking away.

You sighed and turned to your eager-to-leave friends, "Fine. Let's just go get it before he whines all the way home."

As you all went with Francis to go fetch the jacket, you couldn't help but feel weird being nearly alone in these halls after school hours. Every single light was off and it was strangely quiet compared to the chatter that usually filled the halls between classes.

"Hm… it's quiet. And it's dark. Doesn't the air feel romantic, mon ami?" Francis turned to you as he sauntered down the hall.

You scoffed, "Of course not."

"We could do things to you and no one would ever know!" Gilbert laughed.

Teasingly, Francis added, "Now you can't run away from us~"

You laughed along with them—they always joked like this.

"Ooh, imagine playing teacher and pet! Wouldn't that be adorable?" Antonio chimed.

"Mhm~ how would doing it in a classroom feel, _?"

At this, you blushed furiously. "Y-You took it too far, Francis…"

Ignoring your momentary discomfort, they busted up laughing again.

After retrieving Francis's prized jacket, you all headed over towards the school's main exit and entry double doors.

"I'm totally sick of this uniform though! C'mon, these plaid pants are so not awesome." Gilbert complained as he gestured to his striped two-shades-of-blue plaid slacks and pushed on the exit.

"I agree. This tasteless private school could use a better fashion sense." Francis muttered as he tugged on his uniform.

"Hm, I don't think they're that bad. I mean like, they could be wor—uh, hey Gilbert… what are you doing?" You stopped mid-sentence, confused as to why he hadn't opened the door yet.

He still had his back to you. He was pushing on the metal doorway, but no matter how many times he shook it, the door stayed in place.

"Er, Gil…?" Antonio questioned him soon afterwards.

But it was too late—the four of you had already gotten that sinking feeling.

No.

No, no, no—

"Try the other doors!" You shouted, just as you, Francis, and Antonio ran over to the other doorways.

You pushed on the metal handle, but it wouldn't budge. No matter how hard you pushed, the door wouldn't open. You could hear the vibrations coming from the others doors as the boys tried furiously to force them open.

You stepped back and stared at the rows of double doors in a daze. "What…?"

"WE'RE LOCKED INNNNN!" Gilbert finally clarified as he fell to his knees in exaggerated doom.

Francis ran a hand through his silken blonde locks, "This is a private school with a lot of money and valuables inside. Of course the janitors would lock everything from the inside out!" He looked up at you in panic, "So now what?!"

Antonio pressed his head and hands to a row of lockers and whined, "We're stuck in here…?"

Heart pounding, you glared down at your friends. "Guys, you're losing it."

"Shit, so now what?!" Gilbert was this close to fully losing it.

"Amigos! D-Don't you remember what that janitor said?" Antonio asked before anyone could panic further.

"Uh…" You thought back, but nothing came to mind. "No, I was too busy trying to wake up Francis!"

"Well, he said that after you shut the main door, it'll lock. And that he… already locked the other doors from the inside out…"

"SO IN OTHER WORDS, WE'RE LOCKED IN SCHOOL!?" Gilbert shouted again, waving his arms around in fury.

"Crap! What are we going to do?! I dislike this school very strongly!" Francis wailed.

"I had soccer practice in the morning! And I was supposed to babysit little Lovi and Feli tonight-!" Antonio was already close to tears.

As the Frenchman and Spaniard clung to each other and sobbed hysterically, you turned to Gilbert. "So what now?"

"I just asked you the same thing!"

"But there has to be something we can do if—…h-hey Gil, are you alright?" He'd suddenly gone pale; as in, more pale than he already was. His eyes were widened as he stared into nothing while his skin appeared to be that of a ghost. "What's wrong?" He looked to be in shock; his face was expressionless. "Hey Gil, are you okay?!" You waved your hand in front of his non-responding eyes, "Gilbert!"

He instantly snapped out of his trance and asked in a frantic rush, "Did you give the teacher your phone before detention?"

You thought back for a minute, and then inhaled sharply.

Each of you had given the teacher your cellphones before detention.

He'd put them in a desk and locked them. He must've been too sleepy to remember to give them back before he left.

"GUYS, WE HAVE TO GET OUR PHONES!" You shouted, gaining Francis's and Antonio's attention back.

Unfortunately, they were still crying. "I don't wanna spend the night in here! My lovely brain will go numb! I will have images of our terrible school imprinted in my mind!"

"I just wanted to play soccer and watch little Lovino!"

You groaned, "Shut up you big babies. We need to try and find our phones."

They nodded, and you all sprinted down the hallway to the detention room. Indeed, it felt weird to run down the empty halls when the teachers had always said not to run and when they were usually very crowded.

Finally, you made it there.

The desk was near the front of the detention room. As you scurried over to the exact drawer you'd seen the teacher put your phones in, you were frustrated to see that it was still closed tightly. "Locked…" You quietly informed your friends.

As Francis let out a dramatic "Noooooooooo-!", Gilbert tried to force it open himself but with no luck.

Antonio hurriedly looked for something strong and grabbed a desk chair. "Abierto!" He squeaked as he knocked it against the drawer.

It was all useless.

Francis sank down to the marble flooring, "W-We are locked in an educational prison until morning…" His voice was shaky, pupils dilated in horror.

"Won't your parents look for us?" You knew yours wouldn't. They were on vacation for their anniversary and left your aunt to watch over you, even though you were in high school. Your aunt was actually in her mid-twenties but as wild as a teenage drug-addict. She's probably going to a club tonight and won't notice you not come home.

"My parents will just assume I'm at one of their houses." Gilbert pointed to Francis and Antonio.

"Same," Francis sighed.

"…Same." Antonio added.

"Great, so we're screwed."

You were all quiet for a moment.

You sat on top of the desk, while Gilbert rested his back against it with his arms crossed. Francis continued to sit on the ground with his back against the same desk and Antonio flopped down on the chair he'd used in attempt to open the secure drawer.

"…I hate this school because everyone here besides you guys is a total prick." You eventually muttered. At that moment, you were all having the same thought: I hate this stupid school.

"They're all rich kids who think they deserve the best. They don't like us 'cause we're rowdy and we like to have fun. Some of them really need to quit getting their panties in a bunch," Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"People never smile at me. I smile at them, but they ignore me or look away. It's hurtful…" Antonio admitted, his voice uncharacteristically downcast.

"Everyone flees from me. I flirt with a pretty girl once and then they all assume I'm some…" Francis paused, as if he was wiping away a single tear. "…th-they assume I'm some perverted ra-"

"-Francis, don't finish that sentence." You cut in, "We know you're not. Everyone at this school is just stupid, prejudice, and closed-minded."

As you all sat in the detention room sharing reasons as to why you despised this school, Gilbert suddenly broke the venting. "…Well if we hate this school so much, what are we doing sitting in the detention room like a bunch of obedient dummkopfs?!"

You shrugged, but your other two friends slowly got mischievous looks in their eyes that you didn't quite recognize.

You warily glanced at all three of them, and you could've sworn you saw yellow sparks in their hooded eyes.

"…LET'S TRASH THE SCHOOL!" They shouted in unison, and immediately took off running.

Oh no.

With a gasp, you followed them. As you ran out of the room, you noticed that it was already getting dark outside.

The trio of males booked it into the only class all four of you had together; World History. "Alright mein friends, let's screw up the place!"

Before you knew it, they'd ripped off every single piece of paper from the towering walls and made it rain with the colorful sheets. The sounds of metal screeching against marble took over your hearing as the boys slid all of the desks and chairs into a large pyramid in the center of the classroom. They managed to reach the ceiling with desks and you gasped at their quick, not-so-destructive… creativity. "Uh, guys…" If this was their idea of 'trashing the school', then maybe it wasn't so bad…

"Looks cool doesn't it? We'll use this place as a hangout later, kesesese!"

"Like a thrown fit for a king…" Francis mused as he stood back to admire their artistic 'remodeling' of the desks.

Spain chuckled, "And now to the art room!"

Your breath hitched, "Wait what—" But before you could process what he'd just said, they'd already taken off for a different class.

When you caught up to them, you found them in the art class. You stopped in the open doorframe and felt your jaw drop.

They'd been without your supervision for at least two minutes. And yet… they'd already destroyed the art room.

This was different from the World History class. This room involved paint. "I-I can't believe you guys did this!"

"Like my paintings?" Francis pointed with a dripping paintbrush towards a certain wall.

You took a glance. "Looks… Italian."

He instantly pouted, "I did not steal this painting idea from an Italian, w-what are you saying?! I-I have no idea what you're talking about…" With an overly offended look, he scribbled over the painting with his red brush.

Gilbert had actually painted a nice scenery over the wall-like windows. You took a step closer and noticed a flock of painted yellow birds soaring over a sunset. "How pretty. I didn't know you liked things like this, Gil."

He turned in surprise, "Oh h-hey! Didn't see you there…" Embarrassed, he tried to block the yellow birds from your view.

You smirked, "Too late; I saw those cute little birds."

He gritted his teeth, "Whatever. I don't even—hey Tony, what are those?" He shifted his attention to the Spaniard's peculiar drawings over the opposite wall.

You followed Gilbert over to him. He replied cheerfully, "I'm painting churros! Don't they look delicious~?"

You stared and stared at the sketches. No matter what Antonio claimed, they looked… vaguely like…

"Those look like dildos," Gilbert deadpanned.

A few moments of silence passed.

Finally, a bout of raucous laughter took place.

You covered your ears from the chorus of 'kesesese', 'fusososo', and 'ohonhonhon'. Seriously, when they laughed together like that (and you weren't laughing along), it was pretty annoying. "Guys, shut up. You're all so immature, I swear…"

They continued to laugh. Gilbert fell to his knees, Francis wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and Antonio covered his face from the hilarious shame.

They were getting out of control. "Seriously… you guys need to calm down." You sighed and plopped down on a desk.

After their hysteria passed, Gilbert looked straight at you and began to pet your hair. With a smirk, he told you, "C'mon friend, live a little! We'll never get caught, so let's have some fun!" He didn't wait for a response. He grabbed ahold of your wrist and began to pull you out the door.

Francis and Antonio followed; they were both covered in paint but didn't seem to mind.

A few minutes later, you found yourself outside the school gym. "So, what are we gonna do here?" You grumbled.

"Easy," Gilbert grinned, "do what we're not supposed to. Are you in?"

You thought it over for a few seconds. What could possibly go wrong in a school gym? "Uh. Sure I guess..."

Francis was already prancing around the bleachers, and you noticed Antonio rummaging around the 'staff only' storage room. He came out rolling the tennis ball shooter, "You ready Gil? I brought you a racket!"

"I'm always ready!" He responded as he caught the tennis racket thrown at him. Soon, Antonio powered up the machine, and it began tossing out tennis balls as Gilbert thwacked them all over the gym with his racket.

You had to dodge several tennis balls as they flew past you. They were literally bouncing off the walls and it seemed the shooter had endless supplies of them. "Whoa, hey, watch it!" You hissed as Gilbert nearly hit you with the racket.

"THIS. IS. AWESOOOOOME!" He shouted in chaotic joy.

Normally, only the tennis team was allowed to use the tennis ball shooter. Secretly, most people in the grade wanted to try it out.

"Hey _, wanna give it a try?" Gilbert offered, as if in apology to your total lack of fun.

"Well, um…" You stared at the racket.

"Just try it~!" You heard Antonio shout from over by the ball shooter.

Eventually, you stepped closer. "Here, let me help you." Gilbert stood behind you and held your body close to his. "Just hold the racket like this~"

What was this, the oldest trick in the book? Either way, you couldn't help but feel flustered as you felt him shatter your bubble of personal space. "G-Gilbert…"

He held your wrists as he guided you in swinging the racket, "Now Tony!"

He started up the shooter again. "Heads up, chica!"

After a while, you began to enjoy yourself. "Haha, this really is fun!"

By then, Antonio had gotten tired of manning the shooter and retreated into the equipment room. He came back out with a large bag of soccer balls and began kicking them around the entire gym, "Watch out, amigos!" He called out mid-kick.

Francis had climbed the basketball pole; he was near the top and slowly began to slide down as he hollered: "Hey look, I'm a stripper~!" He jokingly made silly poses as he slid down the metal pole.

You laughed along with Gilbert and Antonio, "It was what you were meant to do!" You shouted after him.

Eventually, you all got tired of running around. It was now ten in the evening, you guessed.

It was Antonio's bright idea to go check out what the principal had in his office.

When the four of you arrived, it seemed like just the stereotypical principal's office. There was nothing of interest. Certificates, trophies, awards, motivational posters, and countless stacks of paper were lying around the room. "How boring…" You admitted.

Gilbert was at the computer. "I can't even access the school files. It seems the principal has locked us out of his vital regions," He noted as he gave up on cracking the password. "Bummer. We could have tried to change our grades."

Francis's eyes nearly sparkled as he sashayed over to the desk, "Ooh, look what we have here~" He pressed the intercom and spoke gently into the microphone, "Bonjour and welcome to Francis's radio show of amour—" The mic was ripped from his hands before he could continue.

"-No way! That's the thing?!" Gilbert held the microphone close to his lips as he pressed the button and shouted, "LONG LIVE PRUSSIA!"

You, Francis, and Antonio instantly covered your ears as his thickly German-accented voice reached every corner of every room in the entire school.

Within seconds, the three of your friends were fighting over who got to play with the loudspeaker next.

You shook your head with a small smile on your lips; you were always the more mature one of the group. But hey, you were the one who controlled them when they got out of hand, and who held them together.

…but not right now. "I wanna say something too!" You growled at them.

"ARTHUR KIRKLAND SUCKS LE BALLS!"

"BUENOS TOMATES!"

"DISCO POGO DING A LING A LING!"

You all stopped when Gilbert started singing 'Disco Pogo'.

"No, not the German version of Gangnam Style!" Francis griped.

"It's not a German version of Gangnam Style! And besides, Disco Pogo came first!"

"Well it's just as catchy and annoying!"

"Uh, not my fault!"

"Hey guys," Antonio cut in. "…Let's make a Harlem Shake video~!"

"Sure, with what camera?" You snarked.

They fell quiet.

Francis held up a finger, "…Two words: photography class."

Gilbert held up another finger. "…with the drama club's costumes."

At that moment, you all had the same thought: SO MUCH YES.

Soon, you were dancing like crazy in orange Victorian dress in front of a tri-pod with your best friends in silly outfits while the Harlem Shake song played over the intercom. You'd put the microphone near the computer's speakers and played the song on YouTube.

After the video, you all fell over laughing. Staring up at the gym's high ceiling, your heads were touching in a 'we're-best-friends' sort of way. "…You look hot in that, by the way." Gilbert commented.

You fought the blush that crept across your cheeks, "You're not supposed to say it like that."

"Mhmm~ she's right y'know, Gil. She's wearing a dress; you're supposed to say that she looks classy." Francis clarified.

"Thank you. See, Francis knows."

Antonio grinned innocently. "Ten out of ten: would bang."

Your face flushed and you laughed as they continued to compliment you.

A while later, the boys started to complain that they were hungry. It was fair enough—none of you had gotten dinner. It was now around twelve so they called for a 'time-out' and midnight snack.

Gilbert threw another garbage can at the vending machine. "Why won't this thing break?!"

"Hm, you're not strong enough." You teased.

He whipped around and smirked, "Oh yeah? Want me to prove how strong I am?" He grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the wall. You squeaked in surprise as he slid you up and pressed his forehead against yours—the teasing smile still on his face. "I'm not some weakling you know. I could take you any day and you'd be begging for more~"

As Gilbert continued to play with you, Francis stared in contemplation at the vending machine. "Mmm… we're in a private school, so…—"

"-Incoming!" Antonio shouted as he banged a fire extinguisher into the glass.

With a loud crashing sound, it shattered to pieces—leaving all the snacks open and vulnerable.

"…Bon appétit?" Antonio grinned sheepishly at Francis.

He squinted, "Do not ever say that unless you've got a full-course meal in front of you, mon ami."

Meanwhile, you were still trying to wriggle out of Gilbert's grasp, but he'd pinned you to the wall with his arms allowing no escape. "Who's the strong one now?" He cooed, leaning in closer to your face.

You could practically feel his breath on your lips; a few more centimeters and you could kiss him. You shook your head, "Okay okay, I believe you now! Look…" You tried not to giggle, "Tony got the vending machine to work."

Before you could all stuff your faces with candy and chips, Francis stopped you. "My friends! There is something we forgot we could do!"

"Heh? What is it?" You questioned.

He smirked, "Raid the teacher's lounge and use the home economics classroom."


-D-A-T-I-N-G-T-H-E-W-O-R-L-D-


"There's so much food! I didn't know the cooking class had enough supplies to make a real dinner during school!" You shouted as Francis wore a chef's hat and proceeded to cook expertly.

"I could prepare a gourmet meal no matter the ingredients~" He boasted.

He was completely right. The dinner he cooked was delicious, and the home economics room had all the utensils and supplies needed for the meal.

By the time you all finished eating, you were in your main classroom—the first you'd all gone inside when you'd decided to 'trash' the place. The desks were still stacked up to the ceiling, and Gilbert was sitting in the highest of all. "I'm King of the World!" He roared as Francis sat near the middle and you and Antonio were near the bottom.

As Francis and Gilbert talked about what to do next, you complained to Antonio, "Isn't it getting late? I'm kinda tired…" You guessed it was around two in the morning now.

Your friends were still wide awake. Next to you, Antonio winked playfully, "Don't you wanna hang out with us some more?"

"I do, but I can't help that I'm getting sleepy."

He chuckled, "You're adorable. But like, not even if Gilbert's here?"

A pink blush instantly dusted across your cheeks, "W-What's that supposed to mean?"

He grinned happily. "You've been getting closer to him these past few weeks, chica~!"

"That… That doesn't mean anything."

As if trying to seem serious, he leaned in and whispered, "You know I am from the country of passion, and Francis is from the country of love," He lowered his voice even more, "did you think we wouldn't notice your blooming relationship?"

It was dark, so he probably couldn't see your reddened face. The whole school was dark now since the hallway and classroom lights weren't able to switch on after hours. "Now would be a great time to tell him~"

"Sh-Shut up Tony." You weren't ready to accept your feelings, much less tell him.

Later, you all went into the music room. Antonio played around with an acoustic guitar while Gilbert slammed unskillfully on a drum set. Francis was checking out the flute and in that time, you found yourself getting sleepiest.

At around four in the morning, you took a short nap in the school nurse's small infirmary. Inside the room, the boys were playing a game of Truth-or-Dare. They'd made a vow to stay up all night.

"…Truth," Gilbert muttered.

Francis brushed a hand through his golden locks, "Okay~ when are you going to tell _ that you like her?" He asked suggestively—complete with an eyebrow wiggle.

"Eh? I-I don't know; I'm probably friendzoned."

"You don't know that. Doesn't she blush a lot when you're around? It's so cute!" Antonio added in giddily.

"Shut up Tony…"

"Oh, and you blush too. How adorable."

Francis sighed lovingly, "Our little Gil is growing up~"

"Shut it, Frenchie! I'm older than you!"

"Shhhhh," Antonio put a finger to his lips, "She's sleeping right over there you know."

At around five in the morning, they woke you up again. "Ready to party some more, sleepy-head?"

"No…"

Antonio had gone back to the principal's office and began playing a song through the loudspeaker. You bolted up at the first notes of 'High School Never Ends'.

You immediately shrieked, "Oh, I love this song!"

Antonio reappeared in the doorway as Gilbert sat on the bed next to you and Francis smirked at you from the end of the mattress, "We know you do~"

Gilbert pulled your arm and slid you off the bed. "Come on babe, the party's just begun!"

Antonio danced out of the room and Francis skipped after him. Gilbert spun you as he began dancing to the music as well.

The familiar song blasted in the hallway as all four of you half-danced, half-ran down the empty halls. You all chanted loudly:

"The whole damn world is just as obsessed

With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,

Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,

Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess

And I still don't have the right look

And I still have the same three friends

And I'm pretty much the same as I was back then,

High school never ends!"

Once the song ended, you glanced over at Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio. The lyrics "and I still have the same three friends" echoed in your head. That song was… so very accurate.

Gilbert was currently swinging from a chandelier. "Look, I'm Tarzan!"

You facepalmed, "…Gil, you're gonna fall."

As if on cue, he lost his grip and nearly slid down. Luckily for him, he grabbed ahold of a banner in time to slow his fall and allow him to land safely. "Kesesese, a-and that's how it's done!" He threw down the banner as if the entire stunt had been planned from the start.

Curious, you glanced down at the crumpled banner.

It showcased the upcoming prom night.

Apparently, Francis had noticed it too. "So, are we all going to prom together again?" He asked casually.

"You bet! It'll be a fiesta if we all go in a group again." Antonio slid down the stairway's handrails like in a 90's cartoon. If you tried that while sitting, you'd probably fall.

"But, prom…" You suddenly got a dismal feeling, and you weren't sure why. Gilbert had quieted down as well.

"Huh? What's wrong with you two? Don't you wanna come as friends with us again~?" Francis questioned—emphasis on the 'friends'.

You avoided eye contact with anyone, and Gilbert glanced away. He changed the subject as he pointed over to another staircase, "Hey, we haven't gone on the roof yet!"

On top of the building, the four of you watched the sun come up.

"How pretty…" You mused as you pressed your hands to the barbed-wire fence.

You'd been on the school's roof a number of times, but never while the thin streams of golden light were slowly making their way up the dark skyline of dawn. Rays of morning sunshine began to mix with the misty-blue and royal-purple clouds, signaling the start of a new day.

It was probably around six a.m. You were almost sad to see the possibly best night of your life come to an end.

By now, your friends had calmed down. It was obvious due to their peaceful silence and obvious lack of sleep. "I can't believe we spent the entire night at school." You thought aloud as you sat on the ground with Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio. You had your backs against the rooftop's door, facing the sunrise.

"I know. We should do something like this again sometime~" Antonio joked.

"It… was fun." Francis admitted with a yawn, "…even though I strongly despise this school."

A period of resting passed; you'd been sitting between Gilbert and Francis. As you felt a pair of arms snake across your waist, you'd assumed they'd been Francis's, since he always seemed to be the most affectionate. But when you looked, you were surprised to see those arms belonged to Gilbert. "So, _..." He began as he pulled you into his lap and held your hand. "Did you have fun?"

Your heart raced. Even though Gilbert did things like this all the time, you'd never sat on his lap like this; to be honest, you didn't mind it. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head on his. "I did…" Your cheek pressed to his soft, silvery hair and you were tempted to place a kiss on his strands of white. You hadn't even noticed that you'd begun clinging to his red hoodie and out-of-uniform black t-shirt.

"Good," He grinned and ran his fingers through your locks of hair.

"It was nice to spend the night with you guys. It's not fair that my mom never lets me sleep over at your house since you're all boys..."

"Yeah, but then…" He hugged you tighter from behind and whispered into your ear, "if you spent the night at my house, I don't know what I'd do to you..."

Just as you blushed a healthy shade of pink, you noticed Francis and Antonio sneakily get up and slink away. They were obviously trying to give you and Gilbert some 'alone time'. "Gil… seriously," You didn't mind his flirting, but there was something you wanted to know for real.

"_." He cut in before you could say anything, and turned you to look into his face. His normally pale cheeks wore a light streak of pink and he was looking off in another direction. His eyebrows were knitted together with visible anxiety as he began, "I… I l-like you. I like you, okay? D'you think we could go to prom or something? Y-You know, as a couple?" His face was purely red by the time he managed to look you in the eye for a split second until his embarrassment overrun and forced him to break contact again, "And not just as friends like last time…"

Your heart pounded harshly against your chest as a smile took over your face. Just as the morning sun shone brightly over the horizon, you told him, "…Yes, I'd love to."

From behind the rooftop's shed, you heard Francis and Antonio begin to holler and shout. "SEE?! I TOLD YOU THEY'D HOOK UP TONIGHT~!"

"N-NON! YOU LOST THE BET; YOU SAID THEY'D HOOK UP BEFORE MORNING!" Francis gestured furiously to the sky, "It's almost seven already!"

…You couldn't help but laugh as they continued to argue. You simply couldn't be angry at them for making a bet as to when you and Gilbert would get together.

He chuckled nervously, "I always have the most fun when I'm with you. And you should be proud of that! B-Because, I usually have the most fun when I'm alone~" He pointed to himself arrogantly.

"Hehe, I know what you mean." You teasingly poked him in the chest. "…I can't wait to go to prom with you, Gilbert."

And you both smiled at each other as teachers began to show up for work—thus reminding you all of the mess you'd made of the school.

"Uh…" Francis looked panicked. "L-Let's just all hide out here until more students arrive…"

Antonio gulped, "A-Agreed, señor."

And finally during first period, you all snuck out of the building and crashed at Antonio's house until school was over.

…It was the best sleep you'd ever gotten, following the best night you'd ever had.


A.N.: I swear, I had way too much fun with this chapter xD

Gotta be honest, I kept thinking of 'The Breakfast Club' while writing this. It's not too similar, but I like the idea of teenagers bonding during school while they're not supposed to be at school. ^w^

Oh, and you should check out the song, 'High School Never Ends' by Bowling for Soup. It was another inspiration for this story~

Review if you liked this chapter and/or the BTT, ja?