p data-p-id="6cbc5dd807b9f6950032658f4505a4f4"High School was fucking stupid. Sitting in AP English 12, Hugh dropped his head onto his open, bee-themed notebook, groaning grotesquely. /p
p data-p-id="a11625d19af4f9f03f6e81c202ad1cb8"His table-mate, Millard Nullings, a pale, blue-eyed boy in a white button up and jeans, poked his shoulder with a pen. "What's wrong? You're not injured, are you?" /p
p data-p-id="56fab86bc1291079873b02392288f2e8""High School is fucking stupid," Hugh whispered back, rolling his eyes behind his thick aviator goggles. /p
p data-p-id="61264f775de71ed02316740e35c18dfb""We're getting a new student today, class. She has transferred from Miss Bunting's class to be with us today. Everyone, Fiona Frauenfeld." The teacher, a tall, blonde-haired woman named Miss Ride, interrupted the boys' quiet conversation, beckoning a girl inside the classroom./p
p data-p-id="d9fcbe302693b041b1891f13b85b2605""Fiona, you may sit in the empty seat across from Hugh Apiston. Hugh, head off of your desk."/p
p data-p-id="644a7176c428158aec11a6c28d933b5e"Hugh begrudgingly lifted his head and spotted the new girl. /p
p data-p-id="db8be035ad4399184dc854f425d0efd9"emHoly SHIT, she's pretty./em/p
p data-p-id="fae9eb965c7254135a048214df500bfc"Fiona had a large mass of auburn-red frizzy hair, beautiful coffee-and-cream coloured skin, and striking green eyes that seemed to bore into his mind. Hugh gulped./p
p data-p-id="592e8e20a6e46e37e05e1a12ef12dc37"Thankfully, he was saved from potential embarrassment by the lunch bell. He collected his things, then sprinted out of the classroom, almost slamming into Miss Ride's fiance, the almost silent Art teacher Mr Arai. In the large commons, he slid into his seat at one of the long tables. /p
p data-p-id="e5133b6d65bd7f407eb513e712f1991f""Emma! I need your help!" He stuck his face in the dusty blonde haired girl's space impatiently./p
p data-p-id="5713661ba27d41b5c6a1c86d68ec1437""What? You never need help with ANYTHING, Hugh." Emma shoved him away, sticking her tongue out at him./p
p data-p-id="8c9186a6ed2678e4965b882f7c138cb8""There's a really hot girl in my English class, Fiona Frauenfeld, and I want to ask her to Homecoming, but I have no idea how!" Hugh was frantic now, attracting the attention of the freshmen two tables over, Enoch and Horace, who raised their eyebrows questioningly. He ignored them./p
p data-p-id="5304f75c733ecc2ac81d3ccc395372d5""Oh, Fee! She's my best friend, didn't you know? I can help you ask her." Emma smirked at him as Hugh's jaw hit the table./p
p data-p-id="6b6367e3442a77f3c698d591b5c53cde""You know her!?"/p
p data-p-id="8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e"***/p
p data-p-id="9c547d8af796104306a62ec0ec10d9f5"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Operation Fugh/span/em/p
p data-p-id="e8f589ba5a8d25dedeed76dafd7ca72c"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"By Emma Bloom /span/em/p
p data-p-id="226c53104b13b4c195cc60b57433a30b"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step One: Hugh gets to know her./span/em/p
p data-p-id="46151bcfefbf453346daaafafb974e15"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step Two: Initiate flirting. {Subtly}/span/em/p
p data-p-id="78e0447a37013562918c51194b627adf"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step Three: If she seems flustered at Step Two, ask her to Homecoming./span/em/p
p data-p-id="716f6854fa7d949f5868d01fe496619f"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step Four: FUGH./span/em/p
p data-p-id="b34e60feb0bb56c55fcc075398da7e54"Reading a scrap of lined paper Emma had written her plan onto, Hugh sighed. This was going to be embarrassing./p
p data-p-id="b48963e6fd65c79b7ed39d09c15279f5"strongStep One: /strong/p
p data-p-id="aa2556266a1178b6fb21809fc60580ea"Emma had invited all of their friends, including Fiona, to get Bubble Tea, on a sunny Saturday. Sitting at the long table, Enoch and Horace were bickering about something, Olive, Claire, and Miss Ride's little sister Ariel were colouring in a colouring book together, Milliard, Emma's boyfriend Jacob, and Bronwyn were quietly conversing about obscure rock bands, and Emma and Hugh were talking to Fiona, albeit one-sidedly./p
p data-p-id="3bd65989a75dcebc964a82cc08d9e990"So far, they had found out Fiona wanted to own a greenhouse, was from Ireland, was nicknamed Jill of the Jungle by Emma, and liked bees well enough, which earned her major points on the Girlfriend-of-Hugh scale./p
p data-p-id="a65ae6f0aed90d70fb999468b5b3e60d"strongStep Two:/strong/p
p data-p-id="dffead0621c8a7e43c79af56df5e761f"The next Monday, they were back at the bubble tea shop. Sliding into the bench seat next to Fiona, Hugh smirked at her./p
p data-p-id="26c1db928527046192b29f39772b8dfe""I have seen some wonderful looking women in my lifetime, and you are the finest of them all."/p
p data-p-id="511abf49f11983322f46cb65ddf01777"Fiona blushed, sending Hugh into another god-awful pickup line./p
p data-p-id="9caf9f41a04ffda5800bcd2a561d2ff4""Jill of the Jungle? More like Jill of my dreams."/p
p data-p-id="f87af3eb8749289c87b2114fa784fa32"Fiona went redder than he had ever seen a person turn./p
p data-p-id="55113b91afa4a8175959e385ccecfc4e"strongStep Three:/strong/p
p data-p-id="7b17761e5aaf7a9a9927a301430ae9d0""Hey, Fiona?" Hugh leaned across his desk in English, staring deeply into Fiona's striking green eyes./p
p data-p-id="57c89c41ec00d91258c03550815da7c8""Will you go to homecoming with me?"/p
p data-p-id="b923dfc4b008e5549065516c54bde650"Fiona stuttered, turned red, and nodded./p
p data-p-id="6201fc63a96d8e0ce789a7a9c6fd8d74""I'll pick you up at your house at six, alright?"/p
p data-p-id="d4ac25955e0af26677a107c539d24a81"strongStep Four:/strong/p
p data-p-id="e2987170016dad80c21d2ff175da142c"Slow dancing to some old song, Hugh was on top of the world. Not literally, as he wasn't at the North Pole, but still. He was at homecoming with the love of his young life, Fiona, and life could not be any better. He focused his eyes on the green-eyed girl, smiled softly, and spoke up./p
p data-p-id="628553f9e431991d623d6dfe78615940""May I kiss you?"/p
p data-p-id="a20be93a12a5a7d72a8884e07067f336"Fiona stuttered, then nodded. Hugh leaned in, pressed their lips together, and saw fireworks./p
p data-p-id="7f17f3786af548af4e2abff1f19849a3"strong****************/strong/p
p data-p-id="c381058ad8571217cd3c684933081163"strongI'm so sorry this is so short, I never write anything for Fugh. I was kind of uninspired this whole time, but that's okay. /strong/p
p data-p-id="c8f635dedb083355734f724615192099"strongAnyways, I still need requests, I don't own anything, and I love you guys!/strong/p
p data-p-id="a11625d19af4f9f03f6e81c202ad1cb8"His table-mate, Millard Nullings, a pale, blue-eyed boy in a white button up and jeans, poked his shoulder with a pen. "What's wrong? You're not injured, are you?" /p
p data-p-id="56fab86bc1291079873b02392288f2e8""High School is fucking stupid," Hugh whispered back, rolling his eyes behind his thick aviator goggles. /p
p data-p-id="61264f775de71ed02316740e35c18dfb""We're getting a new student today, class. She has transferred from Miss Bunting's class to be with us today. Everyone, Fiona Frauenfeld." The teacher, a tall, blonde-haired woman named Miss Ride, interrupted the boys' quiet conversation, beckoning a girl inside the classroom./p
p data-p-id="d9fcbe302693b041b1891f13b85b2605""Fiona, you may sit in the empty seat across from Hugh Apiston. Hugh, head off of your desk."/p
p data-p-id="644a7176c428158aec11a6c28d933b5e"Hugh begrudgingly lifted his head and spotted the new girl. /p
p data-p-id="db8be035ad4399184dc854f425d0efd9"emHoly SHIT, she's pretty./em/p
p data-p-id="fae9eb965c7254135a048214df500bfc"Fiona had a large mass of auburn-red frizzy hair, beautiful coffee-and-cream coloured skin, and striking green eyes that seemed to bore into his mind. Hugh gulped./p
p data-p-id="592e8e20a6e46e37e05e1a12ef12dc37"Thankfully, he was saved from potential embarrassment by the lunch bell. He collected his things, then sprinted out of the classroom, almost slamming into Miss Ride's fiance, the almost silent Art teacher Mr Arai. In the large commons, he slid into his seat at one of the long tables. /p
p data-p-id="e5133b6d65bd7f407eb513e712f1991f""Emma! I need your help!" He stuck his face in the dusty blonde haired girl's space impatiently./p
p data-p-id="5713661ba27d41b5c6a1c86d68ec1437""What? You never need help with ANYTHING, Hugh." Emma shoved him away, sticking her tongue out at him./p
p data-p-id="8c9186a6ed2678e4965b882f7c138cb8""There's a really hot girl in my English class, Fiona Frauenfeld, and I want to ask her to Homecoming, but I have no idea how!" Hugh was frantic now, attracting the attention of the freshmen two tables over, Enoch and Horace, who raised their eyebrows questioningly. He ignored them./p
p data-p-id="5304f75c733ecc2ac81d3ccc395372d5""Oh, Fee! She's my best friend, didn't you know? I can help you ask her." Emma smirked at him as Hugh's jaw hit the table./p
p data-p-id="6b6367e3442a77f3c698d591b5c53cde""You know her!?"/p
p data-p-id="8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e"***/p
p data-p-id="9c547d8af796104306a62ec0ec10d9f5"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Operation Fugh/span/em/p
p data-p-id="e8f589ba5a8d25dedeed76dafd7ca72c"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"By Emma Bloom /span/em/p
p data-p-id="226c53104b13b4c195cc60b57433a30b"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step One: Hugh gets to know her./span/em/p
p data-p-id="46151bcfefbf453346daaafafb974e15"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step Two: Initiate flirting. {Subtly}/span/em/p
p data-p-id="78e0447a37013562918c51194b627adf"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step Three: If she seems flustered at Step Two, ask her to Homecoming./span/em/p
p data-p-id="716f6854fa7d949f5868d01fe496619f"emspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Step Four: FUGH./span/em/p
p data-p-id="b34e60feb0bb56c55fcc075398da7e54"Reading a scrap of lined paper Emma had written her plan onto, Hugh sighed. This was going to be embarrassing./p
p data-p-id="b48963e6fd65c79b7ed39d09c15279f5"strongStep One: /strong/p
p data-p-id="aa2556266a1178b6fb21809fc60580ea"Emma had invited all of their friends, including Fiona, to get Bubble Tea, on a sunny Saturday. Sitting at the long table, Enoch and Horace were bickering about something, Olive, Claire, and Miss Ride's little sister Ariel were colouring in a colouring book together, Milliard, Emma's boyfriend Jacob, and Bronwyn were quietly conversing about obscure rock bands, and Emma and Hugh were talking to Fiona, albeit one-sidedly./p
p data-p-id="3bd65989a75dcebc964a82cc08d9e990"So far, they had found out Fiona wanted to own a greenhouse, was from Ireland, was nicknamed Jill of the Jungle by Emma, and liked bees well enough, which earned her major points on the Girlfriend-of-Hugh scale./p
p data-p-id="a65ae6f0aed90d70fb999468b5b3e60d"strongStep Two:/strong/p
p data-p-id="dffead0621c8a7e43c79af56df5e761f"The next Monday, they were back at the bubble tea shop. Sliding into the bench seat next to Fiona, Hugh smirked at her./p
p data-p-id="26c1db928527046192b29f39772b8dfe""I have seen some wonderful looking women in my lifetime, and you are the finest of them all."/p
p data-p-id="511abf49f11983322f46cb65ddf01777"Fiona blushed, sending Hugh into another god-awful pickup line./p
p data-p-id="9caf9f41a04ffda5800bcd2a561d2ff4""Jill of the Jungle? More like Jill of my dreams."/p
p data-p-id="f87af3eb8749289c87b2114fa784fa32"Fiona went redder than he had ever seen a person turn./p
p data-p-id="55113b91afa4a8175959e385ccecfc4e"strongStep Three:/strong/p
p data-p-id="7b17761e5aaf7a9a9927a301430ae9d0""Hey, Fiona?" Hugh leaned across his desk in English, staring deeply into Fiona's striking green eyes./p
p data-p-id="57c89c41ec00d91258c03550815da7c8""Will you go to homecoming with me?"/p
p data-p-id="b923dfc4b008e5549065516c54bde650"Fiona stuttered, turned red, and nodded./p
p data-p-id="6201fc63a96d8e0ce789a7a9c6fd8d74""I'll pick you up at your house at six, alright?"/p
p data-p-id="d4ac25955e0af26677a107c539d24a81"strongStep Four:/strong/p
p data-p-id="e2987170016dad80c21d2ff175da142c"Slow dancing to some old song, Hugh was on top of the world. Not literally, as he wasn't at the North Pole, but still. He was at homecoming with the love of his young life, Fiona, and life could not be any better. He focused his eyes on the green-eyed girl, smiled softly, and spoke up./p
p data-p-id="628553f9e431991d623d6dfe78615940""May I kiss you?"/p
p data-p-id="a20be93a12a5a7d72a8884e07067f336"Fiona stuttered, then nodded. Hugh leaned in, pressed their lips together, and saw fireworks./p
p data-p-id="7f17f3786af548af4e2abff1f19849a3"strong****************/strong/p
p data-p-id="c381058ad8571217cd3c684933081163"strongI'm so sorry this is so short, I never write anything for Fugh. I was kind of uninspired this whole time, but that's okay. /strong/p
p data-p-id="c8f635dedb083355734f724615192099"strongAnyways, I still need requests, I don't own anything, and I love you guys!/strong/p