You are trying to study for your History test tomorrow but can't focus on anything for the life of you. You are far too stressed and far too tired for that.
A huge smile creeps on your face when you hear the four familiar little knocks on your bedroom window. History can wait.
You see his little face staring at you and pressed against the glass, mouthing "pleeeaaase".
You try to roll your eyes at him but the truth is you couldn't be happier to see your dorky boyfriend here, saving you from this evening of hellish boredom.
You finally let him in, raising a finger to your lips, your whole family is downstairs. As soon as he gets up after stumbling into your bedroom gracelessly, he nods and moves your hand away to kiss you "I missed you" he whispers. He takes a step back and looks at you. Your hair is tied up in a messy bun and your pyjamas, well, let's say you've looked sexier.
"Not as cute as my cheerleading outfit uh?"
"True, but hey, I gotta accept the good AND the bad so…" he smirks as you hit his arm playfully.
He throws himself on your bed, as if terribly injured.
"Such a drama Queen…" you shake your head.
He laughs and lies down. His arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling, you could swear, from the look on his face, he was up to something. Something stupid almost certainly. You brace yourself.
"Wouldn't I look good as a cheerleader?" Yup, there it was.
You laugh "only one way to find out!"
His eyes light up as you walk to your wardrobe and take out the skirt and top with the colors of Hawkins High.
"Gimme those pompoms too!"
He quickly takes off his boots and jacket, he was about to take of his Hellfire club t-shirt but suddenly stops.
"Turn around…" he says,
"Nothing I haven't seen before dummy!"
He acts coy, covering his face with his hair "Stop it you, I'm shy…"
"Yeah right!" You turn to face your bedroom door. You hear him rustling about, you're pretty sure he got stuck at some point and almost fell, but after a while:
"TADA!"
You stare at him, holding in your laughter. The skirt is short and the top is so stretched it was barely hanging on. He starts to shake the pompoms, attempting a choreography of his own making and you couldn't hold it anymore. You laugh wholeheartedly, covering your mouth.
He checks himself out in the mirror.
"Oh wow! I KNEW I'd look hot! Check out these cool tatties!" He flaps his hair about and turns to you, still laughing on the bed.
He shimmies his way to you.
"I love seeing you laugh like that baby" he bents down to kiss you and you drag him to bed with you.
"Tsk tsk young lady, if memory serves, you have a History test tomorrow" he smirks down at you, "so no boogie-woogie tonight. I came here with the sole purpose of cheering you on and helping you get the best grades" he says, tracing your lips with his ringed fingers, tucking your hair behind your ear. He lingers on, hovering over you, teasing you, moving away whenever you try to kiss him. "Not fair" you puff.
He jumps out of bed and starts spelling out your name in true cheerleader fashion "Go y/n go! H-I-S-T-O…!"
"Ssshhhh! They'll hear you! Plus you're gonna hurt yourself!"
He would do literally anything for you, you know it. This ridiculously cute boy will be the death of you…
"You're falling for me aren't you?" He points at you, squeezing his eyes in a suspicious look, "and all I had to do was dress like this, haha my evil plan worked!" He puts his fists in the air in victory.
"Shut up you idiot…" but you couldn't pretend to be mad at him anyway.
He gets closer to you and whispers "it's about damn time too! I was tired of being the only one in love in this relationship!" He beams at you,
"Show me how much" you smile as you wrap your arms around him.