Ugh. I'm rusty but I wanted to write.
Here's a fic based on Tenille Arts's song, "Somebody Like That"
*Thanks Mel for the suggestions!
. . .
Most eighteen-year-olds would be mortified if their parents chaperoned their prom - especially if their parents were Nathan and Haley Scott, who, currently, were making out in the middle of the dance floor as if they themselves were the rowdy, almost-drunk teenagers the night before graduation.
But Lydia Scott was unlike most eighteen-year-olds; instead, she watched with rapt fascination as her parents swayed and clung together like two snowflakes, in their former high school gymnasium, unaware of the fact that the slow song had long ago ended and a new, trendy pop-song blasted through the cheap speakers.
Lydia hid in the shadows as her friends grinded against their dates, some of who were only thinking about the after-prom festivities. Her large brown eyes rolled behind her head when she watched the football captain, Jack McDermont, all but pull her friend Cara against his waist and jack hammer his hips against her backside— it was clear he had had a bit too much spiked punch. She continued surveying the rest of her classmates; some had steady boyfriends or girlfriends, but none of the couples could possibly rival the look of love generating between Lydia's parents. It was almost unbelievable, actually.
If Lydia hadn't grown-up with them, she might have been surprised by their obvious public displays of affection. But this was nothing new.
She thought back to a few hours ago, just before they were about to leave for prom. A proud, adoring smile pulled at her lips from the recent memory:
. . .
"Mom!" Lydia called up the stairs with a slightly impatient whine, "we're going to be late for pictures!"
Haley took one last approving glance at her reflection, smacked her lips together to press the red lipstick firmly in its place, and primped her freshly curled hair over her shoulder before shutting the bathroom light and grabbing her heels from their spot on her bed. She wouldn't have taken so long if her husband hadn't decided to join her in the shower- but then again, she wouldn't ever complain about that.
"I'm coming!"
Nathan Scott stood from the couch, just as eager as his daughter - but for two very different reasons. Earlier, his eye had caught a peek at Haley's gold satin dress and he couldn't wait to see her in it. No doubt his girl would be a knock-out.
And, sure enough, just one look at his wife left him completely out of breath.
"Wow, Mom, you look amazing!"
Lydia took the words right out of his mouth, though, Nathan's had been a lot more explicit.
His eyes swept appreciatively over Haley's form, starting up her long, tone and tan legs, and eventually landing on the slight sliver of her generous cleavage. The dress clung to her form in a modest yet sensual way, which had the drool piling at the edge of his tongue before his eyes even reached her most beautiful curve: her smile.
"Damn, baby," came his low, appreciative growl, "you're beautiful."
Haley's cheeks flushed a bright red tint, only accentuating the glow of her face.
"Oh, thank you."
Nathan smirked as he pulled out his phone and started to snap pictures of his wife, "smile for the camera, Mrs. Scott!"
"Nathan!" Haley's laughter floated through their house, "what are you doing?"
He was bent down on his knee, turning his phone sideways every few seconds to adjust the angle.
"That's my girl right there," he beamed proudly and snapped a few more photos of an unsuspecting Haley.
She blushed again before pulling the phone from his hands and gesturing for their daughter to take it.
"Let's get one of us together."
Lydia could have muttered a caustic retort about it being her prom and how she was the one who wanted to be in the pictures, but, truthfully, her parents were adorably in love and she'd never be the one to get between that. She was more than happy to take their picture - both Nathan and Haley wore large, beaming smiles as they looked at their daughter holding the phone camera at them.
She took a few pictures of them just looking each other in the eyes, as if they were falling in love for the first time again. It made her heart swell. Never once did she, or her four siblings, ever doubt the love their parents had for each other. If she didn't know any better, she would have said they invented love.
"Lydia," her mom said, "let this be a lesson."
Lydia's eyebrows scrunched together, "what?"
"Never date a man who doesn't look at you the way your father looks at me."
Nathan winked, "exactly. He better treat you like the Queen you are."
Lydia laughed, "I know. That's why I'm single. I'm not settling until I can find a love like yours."
Nathan wrapped his arm around his daughter's shoulder, "you have your mom's beauty and brains. I love you, Lyds."
"Thanks, Daddy. You set the bar pretty high."
Haley smiled and squeezed her husband's bicep. "I'll say. I've yet to find a man who looks as good in a suit as you do, babe."
"That's 'cuz it's impossible," he flashed her his infamous smirk, drenched with confidence.
Haley kissed the grin right off his lips.
"Okay," Lydia finally groaned, "as cute as you two are, we really are going to be late."
. . .
Lydia was stirred from her thoughts when she felt a small tap on her shoulder. It was Austin Stevens, a boy in her math class.
"Are those your parents?" He asked with a soft smile, pointing to the dance floor where Nathan and Haley were still wrapped up together. Her dad just whispered something in her mom's ear, causing her to throw her head back and laugh. Nathan's eyes were twinkling and Haley's hands couldn't stop roaming across her husband's broad expanse of his back.
"Yes," Lydia said proudly, "why?"
"Nothing," he smiled shyly, "it's just… they must really love each other."
"They do," Lydia's smiled mirrored his. She was not in the slightest bit embarrassed by them. Jamie had warned her they might do this - but she didn't mind. She knew just how lucky they were to have parents who were not afraid to show how much they loved one another.
"It's nice," Austin said, "I mean - I hope one day I can love somebody like that."
"Me too," Lydia agreed with a wistful glance at them again. Her mom now had her head resting against her father's chest, who was holding onto her as they spun in a slow circle, completely off beat with the music. They really were in their own world. The gym could probably be burning to the ground and they'd be oblivious.
"Do you want to dance?" Austin's green eyes bore into hers, staring at her in the same way her dad looked at her mom; admiration and adoration lighting between every crevice, even with just one look.
Lydia blushed, "I'd love to."
