lovesong (sam kiszka x reader)

14

and soon enough, it was the day of prom. i'd dragged my father dress shopping during spring break, and we picked out a long, navy blue dress with stars, moons, and red flowers all over the bottom of it. it was gorgeous, and i refused to let sam see it. instead, i locked it in the attic whenever he came over.

but that day, he wasn't coming over. there was no way i was letting him see me like this.

you see, i had tried the night before (since prom was on a saturday) to dye streaks of my hair red to match the flowers of my dress, and had failed miserably. i should have never trusted box dye.

instead, i was n/h/c with streaks of bubblegum pink. not what i had envisioned, and not what i wanted.

and sam was picking me up in 2 hours.

i paced around upstairs frantically while my father tried to watch tv in the living room. "y/n, what the hell are you doing up there? it isn't that bad, kiddo."

"dad, it's horrible. i can't go like this. i'm not going looking like a 5-year-old colored me into her coloring book."

"it's one night of your life. if you really want to, we can take your prom pictures after you fix it. but right now, you need to get dressed. you don't want him picking you up when you aren't dressed."

i sighed, composing myself. "i guess it isn't that bad. i just didn't want to go to my senior prom with fucked up hair."

"you'll live on, y/n."

and with that, i went upstairs, collecting my dress and shoes from the closet. i'd found chuck taylors that matched the color of my dress, so i decided to wear those. the last time i wore heels was my first date with sam, and i was not up to dancing in those.

after spending an ungodly amount of time in the mirror deciding how i wanted to curl my hair and do my makeup, i heard a knock on the door. god fucking damn it.

"sam, oh my- how are you?" i heard my dad say from the entryway. he and sam chit-chatted in the living room as i slipped on the shoes, looking at myself in the mirror. for having weird-looking hair, i sure did clean up well.

i took a deep breath and opened the door of my room, hearing a hush fall over the living room. i walked down the stairs, seeing sam and stopping on the last step. he was wearing a black tuxedo with a bow tie and everything, dress shoes, and-

bubblegum pink streaks in his hair.

"samuel francis kiszka. you did not."

"y/n m/n l/n. i sure did." he grinned.

a tear of joy slipped down my face, and i wiped it quickly. "how did you even know?"

"jake and marie walked by at like 7 in the morning and saw you crying in the mirror over it. so i took things upon myself to cheer you up. did it work?"

i laughed. "i think. but you ruined your hair, too!"

"i didn't ruin it. in fact, i think i improved it. and if you really think you ruined mine and yours so bad, i'll let you dye both of our hair back tomorrow."

my dad cleared his throat. "y/n, has your stance on prom photos changed yet?" he asked. i laughed and nodded, looping my arm through sams as we stepped onto the front porch.

***

the gymnasium of frankenmuth high school was packed to the brim with just about every senior, some of the boys with the lowerclassmen, and teachers standing on the sides. as soon as we stepped inside, we both knew we'd be ditching this in about 30 minutes. it was the lamest looking party we'd ever seen, worse than homecoming.