"snap... crackle... pop...." y/n heard. "is it the little shits on the rice crispies box?", she thought to herself. nope. it was even better. as he rolled down the steps in his handsome suit, y/n nearly shit her pants at his beauty. after helping him up with his frail little arms, grape fanta swiftly kissed y/n's cheek, some of his sparkling grape insides spilling onto her head. "s-sorry, y/n..." he mumbled, mortified. "i-i-its ok, senpai-fanta.." she replied. hand in hand, they walk to the limo y/n's parents had rented for their daughter and her new boyfriend. on the way there, to break some awkward tension, grape fanta decided to put his playlist on. however what he didn't realize was that he forgot to turn his notifications off. not only that, but the dumbass didn't turn off the thing where when he gets a text siri reads who it's from and their message aloud. in the middle of "i see red" by everybody loves an outlaw, siri's voice came on. "message from bae [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart]" she began. "still going to prom with that non-can? [angry face] [angry face] you better be at my house by 11 sharp [eye roll]" astonished, she shit her pants once again. "am i.. not your bae [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart]🥺🥺" she asked, tears separating her words. "it's strawberry fanta, isn't it? that's why she always talks to you in the hallway!!" after the puzzle pieces connected, grape fanta began the long process of denial. however, y/n didn't believe it. the rest of the car ride to the dance was awkward, but it would soon be worth it. why? because the true love of y/n would be there, the orange fanta. once she got there, she ran into his arms. "oh, orange fanta!" she cried. now in loving arms, she felt at ease. "come on, y/n, let's go home." like the true man he was, he rolled his way to y/n's house, letting her balance on top of him. once he rolled into her driveway, he let her get up, giving her a passionate hug. now making eye contact, y/n noticed his pupils dilating. she's sure hers were too. "t-thank you, orange fanta..." she whispered. before orange fanta could begin, y/n pulled him in for a kiss. his fizzing orange liquid spilled on her head, but this time, she knew it was real.
