What I Dreamed Last Night, chapter 5

A/N: Hello, everybody! Well, it's stormy and rainy, I'm currently not able to work on the screenplay, so I'm here updating fanfiction! Also, I NEED YOUR HELP! If you have been following my work, you currently KNOW that "The Soldier and The Singer" has met its end...*sob* And I need to get another multi-chapter fic rolling! (Other then these two, let's be honest, I'm killing myself working with these two multi-chapters) So, In the reviews, tell me what kind of multi-chapters should I consider! An AU Percabeth? An AU Tris and Tobias? You guys know what kind of fandoms I'm in, so I'm leaving the choice up to you! PM me if you have your suggestions, or leave a review in this chapter! Once again, thanks to ICECREAMROCKS don't dis me, Insert Name, Blackberry Explosion and PoeTheDragonWillEatYou for your reviews! (Also, love the username, Poe.)


June 18th, 2014. A little over a week until Prom. To Percy or Annabeth, that means a little over a week until Doomsday. For Piper or Jason, that would've meant a little over a week to ask the other to Prom. But for Frank Zhang, member of the football, hockey, and let's face it, archery teams, it means trying to get the nerve to ask Hazel Levesque to Prom before someone else did.
He never considered himself the brave type, really. Though he's strong, broad, a little bit on the heavy side, though that's never really been a disadvantage, he's really shy and awkward, honestly. After the daily hecklings in middle school, with names such as "baby on steroids", it's affected his self-esteem a fair amount. Sure, in middle school, kids were cruel enough, but when he hit high school, he found that once he hit his growth spurt, they really didn't want to mess with him. At 6'1", 150lbs and one of the best linebackers Goode has ever seen, he wishes that he had the courage that everybody assumes he had, because if he did, then he would be able to ask Hazel to Prom.

Hazel Levesque. How could even describe her? She was kind, always smiling in his direction even after he's embarassed himself in class. Brave enough to tell Drew Tanaka to stop picking on Lacey in his english class, because Lacey had just gotten her braces. An all around wise, brave and beautiful girl. She was popular, too. She was friends with the people who's names everybody knew: Annabeth Chase, Piper Mclean, Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano, and even that new student, Calypso. Everybody knew her name. Course, everybody knew his name too, but not in the way that everybody knew Hazel's. It was impossible to describe how Frank felt about Hazel. He didn't just admire her, he revered her. He didn't just like her, he adored her. He was just too afraid to tell her, to tell her how he felt. And he didn't feel worthy of her either, but he knew inside, he felt the need to protect her. They were just acquaintances at this point, mere points in a passing line, meeting once and then never again for a long time. But in his mind, nobody was good enough for Hazel Levesque. Not even himself.

"Zhang! Time to hit the showers!"

His thoughts were muddled and confused, as he thought about her during hockey practice after school. Every time he curved puck, he thought of her. Every time he passed it, he thought about how nobody could really be worthy, not even him. And every time he scored, he imagines her smile, and how one day, it could be directed towards him. When Coach Hedge blows the whistle as loud as he possibly could, he gratefully lets the boys go. It's 7:30, an hour longer then the length of time that they usually practice. Of course Coach Hedge was pushing hard. The Championship was coming up after Prom, so they had to work harder then ever, especially since most of their brains were filled with thoughts of the beloved students they would bring to Prom, or for others, what booze they would bring illegally.

"So, Zhang, got an idea of who you wanna ask for Prom?"

"Wh-What?"

He's overcome by the strong spray of Axe deoderant nearly sprayed in his face, courtesy of Dylan Bell, a fellow student, and an obnoxious one at that. He stares, fazed, at Dylan's chest for a moment, before shaking his head. He pulls his own equipment off, tossing it to the side, before stripping himself of his jersey, as Dylan continues to ramble.

"If anything, I'm gonna keep asking Piper, you know, that Cherokee girl? She's hot, and fierce. Exactly my kind of girl. What a girl. Her ass, her curves? I would show her a good time any time, she just has to ask."

"Hasn't she rejected you already, Dylan?" Another voice asks from the far corner, and Dylan, smoothing back his black hair, fights the urge to call them out, and ignores it, pretending he hasn't heard it. But Frank knew Jason, who was currently in the showers, if he had heard that, he would've beaten Dylan so hard, he wouldn't be able to walk for ages. If anything deserved to be beaten for disrespect to women, it would be Dylan. He was a walking advertisement for misogyny. And, coupled to the fact that Jason himself had a huge crush on Piper, he knew that Jason would be sure Dylan wouldn't get anywhere near Piper. Frank smirks as Dylan grows flustered, and immediately begins to talk about Isabella, another beautiful but somewhat horrid girl in their grade.


Standing on the curb, he holds his black and blue backpack close to his chest, as he waits for his mother to pick him up. Yes, at sixteen, he still hasn't gotten his driver's license. It didn't annoy him that much, but still, it infuriated him that he had to wait for his mother to pick him up. All the other boys, including Jason, were already on their way home, as he waits for his mother, the sky beginning to turn a dark grey. Tugging his hoodie close to him, he holds his breath as water begins to fall onto his shoulders, and he shivers. He should've brough an umbrella. He grabs his iPhone, looking at the time. 8:00 and his Mom still wasn't there. He sighs, as the rain seemingly gets worse. It begins to pound against the pavement he stands on, dampening everything in sight, including his sweater. Rumbles are heard in the distance, as the rain begins to get absolutely chaotic, with lightning dancing in the sky, as though mocking Frank.

"Hey, Frank."

"Wh-What?"

He turns his head, to see a small figure standing beside him. Dark skinned, bright hazel eyes, and hair hidden by the hood of a blue raincoat. But he knew who she was immediately. Hazel. He feels his cheeks redden, as he gains a firmer grip on his backpack, tucking his iPhone out of sight.

"Oh...H-Hazel..." he stammers, trying his best not to stutter, though he fails. "Wh-What're you still d-doing h-here?"

"The Prom comittee was discussing decoration and rules," she explains thoughtfully, as she takes a step closer, "The meeting didn't end until now. What about you?"

"Hockey."

"Oh, right. Want to share the umbrella?" she offers him the handle of her white and purple umbrella, smiling up at him, "I mean, you look cold."

"I...sure."

Taking it slowly from her, he holds it up to the necessary height, and Hazel stood closer to him, the umbrella being only so big enough. He feels his cheeks redden as she brushes against him. The rain continues to pour relentlessly, lightning crackling every other moment, and thunder causing the earth to shake. The sky is absolutely dark now, and the headlights of each car passing by only illuminate the darkness. Other then that, he stood in the dark, alone, with Hazel Levesque.

"So...h-how was the c-comittee meeting?" He asks after awhile, silence having taken hold as they waited together. He figures that if he had any time to talk to her, now would be the best for them. She looks up at him, smiling generously as he asks.

"Great, actually! It was fun, and we had to spend a lot of time discussing the dress code. We decided on semi-formal, because, well, you know. Formal is too formal, but if we just say casual, everybody will show up in t-shirts and jeans! I want it to be special, but not too formal, you know?"

"Yeah..." he says absent-mindedly, a bemused smile on his face, "Makes sense..."

"What about you, then? Are you bringing anyone to Prom?"

The question snaps Frank back to reality, as he widens his eyes and grows flustered. Shit. That wasn't a question he had considered she would ask.

"I...er..."

"Anyone special?" She presses on, her curious tone ringing in his ears. Should he tell her? Or keep it a secret? What if she didn't know? He's made it pretty obvious, as he's been a complete dimwit around her, and everybody else could see it but her. He wanted to tell her, this would be a wonderful way to tell her how he felt, but at the same time, the possibility of rejection was so strong. But he had to. His possibility had arrived, and now, he would take it. It was like his mother had said. Opportunity knocks, and he'd be sure as hell that he would take it. He clears his throat, biting his lip, as she continues to ask over and over again, rambling. He looks down at her, smiling softly, before finally stopping her by raising his hand.

"Actually, I was going to ask you."

He watches as her eyes go wide, her cheeks go slightly pink, though it's hard to see in the darkness. He smiles as he watches her stumble for words, and the words that follow manage to throw him off his feet as much as his has thrown her off her feet.

"And...if you did...how would you do it?"

"I..." He didn't think he would actually get this far. Blushing profusely, he smiles as another crack of lightning dances in the sky, providing sufficient lighting so he could see the coy smile on her face. Laughing, he lets her hold the umbrella as he get on one knee, smiling to himself. He was being ridiculous, and if he could allow a pun, frankly, he didn't care. For Hazel, he could do anything.

"Hazel Levesque, would you like to go to Prom with me?"

"I would like to go to Prom with you, Frank Zhang."

Yes. She said yes. He smiles as he straightens up, and without even thinking about it, leans down and kisses her cheek gently. He hears a soft gasp as he does, and pulls back, to see her blushing even harder. Immediately, he begins to apologize, bumbling and babbling that he should've asked if she was okay with it, but when a car honks beside them, he looks up to see what he presumes is Hazel's mother, smiling at her daughter.

"Well...that's my Mom..." She says softly, subconsciously placing a hand over the cheek where he kissed her. "I...I've got to go now..."

"Okay..."

"Bye."

"Bye."

He watches as she gets into the small car, and waves at him from inside. As the car zooms off into the darkness, he realizes he still holds her umbrella, and he laughs. Though he is in the darkness, wet and alone now, he felt as happy as could be in ages. He had just asked Hazel Levesque to Prom. And she said yes. He still couldn't believe it, but it had happened! She said yes! Finally letting it sink in, he lets out a cheer, crying out into the darkness, as he begins to dance ridiculously in the rain, holding the umbrella like a pole as he dances.

"SHE SAID YES!"

He continues to dance, knowing he probably looked like a complete fool, but he was in the dark and alone, so who the hell cared? He had worked for days and days to try and talk to Hazel, and it happened! She said yes! Waving her umbrella like a lighter, he begins to sing Queen's "We Are The Champions" as loud as he could, because he knew that's what he was. He was a champion. He won. He's asked her to Prom, and if anything, that was what he was aiming for. He finally gained the courage to ask, and if anything, he knew today would be the day known as the day he finally asked Hazel Levesque to Prom, and she said yes.