Hello! This is a Clawdeen/Jackson crack one-shot. I had never thought of this one, but after I wrote it I kinda like it. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy!
Clawdeen was sure that it was wrong. More than just sure, she was beyond positive. But she couldn't stop the butterflies from filling her stomach whenever he walked by. And, before you get ahead of yourselves, she wasn't just talking about some random cute guy in the halls. No, she was talking about one of the few guys in this school who she knew would never look at her. She knew he had his heart already stolen. She knew he wasn't hers to take. Why?
Because Jackson belonged to Frankie.
Clawdeen sighed as she sat down into her chair in Clawculus. Pulling out her notebook and sketchbook, she blocked out the bustling students and focused on her newest dress design. And, of course, thoughts of a brown-haired, not-so-normie who was sitting in front of her. It wasn't as though she chose to like him out of all the monsters of the school. No, she really tried her hardest to stay away, considering Frankie had been head-over-heels for him when they first met. But, once the two called it quits, Clawdeen couldn't help her growing attraction for him. He was sweet and kind, in a way not a lot of monsters can be. He may have been a normie, but maybe that's what she needed in her life: a little touch of normie. She glanced up for a moment, taking a second to stare at the back of his head. She could practically see the thoughts running through it, the work he put into the one thing he loved: school. A crease appeared between the end of his hairline and the base of his neck, something he did when he was frustrated and trying to focus. A small smile slid onto her lips and she returned to her work. Clawdeen had always prided herself on seeing the details in both fashion and in people. Details like the hem of her dress that was just a tad too crooked.
She became so engrossed in the drawing that she didn't hear her name being called. It took a hand coming down onto her shoulder to pull her away from the maxi dress that was coming along nicely. She jumped at the hand causing her hand to jerk. A thick black line now crossed through the fang-tastic shoes that she drew earlier. A growl erupted from the back of her throat before she could think. Glancing up she was met with handsome blue eyes. Her own amber ones widened in surprise and a hand flew to her mouth, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was you Jackson."
Jackson dipped his head- embarrassment?- and responded softly, "No, no, it was my own fault. I just wanted to ask if you had any time tomorrow." Clawdeen's eyebrows shot up along with her heart rate. Her mind was reeling and a response got stuck in her throat. Jackson, noticing her suddenly becoming mute, hastily began to explain, "I mean- you obviously weren't paying attention to class and we have a project due on Monday so I was wondering if you wanted to, maybe, if you aren't already working with someone else, work with me?" His voice trailed off at the end and he returned his gaze to the floor.
A smile grew on her lips and she reached a hand out to catch Jackson's own from his lap. She gave it a light squeeze before saying, "I'd love to. How about you run by my house at, say, 7 tomrrow?"
Jackson's face grew into a broad smile and he ran a hand through his hair, "Clawesome. See you then." He then turned around in his seat, focusing back on whatever it was that the teacher was still droning on about.
Clawdeen let her smile turn from friendly to dreamy for a moment as Jackson's back was to her. The thought of him coming over was nice, but she couldn't help but think of how it would be if it was something more. She could imagine herself and him curled on the couch watching some cheesey romantic comedy and making out throughout a majority of it. She could see him sitting across from her at some fancy restaurant while smiling that shy smile he does. She could see all the reasons they were supposed to be together, even if it was still wrong. The late bell cut through her thoughts and she was shocked out of her daydream. Scrambling to collect her things, she began to look forward to tomorrow. No it wasn't a date, but it was a start.