𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔡

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 | 𝘰𝘯𝘦

-aah i love the prom night concept! just the idea of taking your high school sweetheart to prom and dancing with them underneath the lights, maybe getting pigs blood poured on y'all, it's so cute!-
-gender neutral pronouns are used and this takes place during their senior year of high school-
-pico x gn!reader-
-cw! swearing, shooting mention-

'You got this, Pico. Just ask them! You have the letter, just slip it in their locker and await their response. Fuck, why is this so hard! That's what she said!'

Pico laughed to himself before sighing. He was nervous to ask you to prom since he's had a large crush on you for years and he didn't want to ruin your friendship.

Ever since the shooting, when he found you hiding in a locker and close to sobbing, he stayed by your side. Over the years he had grown closer to you, getting to know ever little detail about you. He knew everything from the simplest stuff like your favourite colour to your home situation. He was easy to talk to and never made you feel alone. Pico was always there and refused to ever leave you.

Sometimes he would watch as you walk around the school, waving hi to other people and chatting with them. He had to admit, seeing you laugh with others made his heart sting. He spent most of his time with you and received your attention whenever he was around, so why did he feel so weird whenever you talked to others?

Slight panic seeped in. What if you said no? What if you had your eyes on someone else? What if you thought he was weird for liking you?

He had already asked BF for advice, since him and GF were known for being such a close couple. The two of them never seemed to have any issues, so he thought it would be best to ask the short heartthrob himself.

He would have asked Nene or Darnell, but Darnell was busy guilt-tripping people into making him president of the student body council and Nene was sick at home. Her cold sores had gotten worse so she couldn't show up.

BF advised that is Pico was so nervous so ask you upfront, he should write a confession letter to you. "Beep boop skdoop! (You can never go wrong with letters!)" He told him.

Pico took a deep breath as he turned the hallway, approaching your locker and keeping his gaze on the letter in his hand.

It contained his messy handwriting briefly explaining his crush on you and asking you to be his prom date. It was folded untidily and had your name messily written on the front. The ginger haired teen sighed and looked up, stopping in his tracks when he saw you, already beating him to your locker.

Your e/c eyes glimmered in the ceiling lights, looking down slightly to organize your books. Your s/c hands shuffled through the covers and placed them in the right place, your soft plump lips resting on your face. You then pulled a book back into your arms for your next class, turning your head to look in the mirror you placed on the inside of the locker door. You adjusted your piercings (fuck you this is my story so you have piercings now) and made sure you still looked presentable before grabbing a book, stepping back, and shutting the door closed.

His face quickly warmed up when he saw you. You just looked so perfect. He bit the inside of his cheek, a bit annoyed that he didn't have the chance to slip the letter inside your locker. 'I'll just ask them another time,' He thought. However, the letter was still clear as day in his hand in front of him.