d.r. ~ 1994

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Lobby, Eden Hall
Monday, 1996
07:04 a.m.

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• DWAYNE'S POV •
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Y'all think Y/n's gonna be here?"

"I'm sure she will Dwayne. She told us so! Don't worry. I know she hasn't been hanging out with any of us after the Olympics but I'm sure she'll be here. She's our friend." Said Julie.

I sighed. "You're right. Let's wait for her." I said. We stood there at the lobby before school starts, waiting for Y/n.

While we weren't facing towards the entrance, I felt a grip on my shoulders. I immediately turn around and saw a very pretty girl.

"Hi Dwayne! Hi guys! I finally get to see you again!" She said. Kenny, Russ, Luis and I were clueless of who that was until Julie said,

"Y/n!" and hugged her tight. "Y/n?" Us boys said, shocked.

"Yeah, it's me! It's so good to see you guys!" She said, hugging me then the other boys. "You look so..." Luis started.

"Different? I don't think so. Once I braid my hair, I will look like 1994 me." She said.

She looked barely like herself back in 1994. She grew up.

"Quit staring at me and let's get inside!" She said, dragging me and Julie inside. We walked together to the auditorium while talking.

"You actually look different, Y/n. You do not look like yourself." I said. "But at the same time, I still can see the Y/n on your face."

She giggled. "Ah, now that's you." I said. "What? What did I do?" She said. "That giggle of yours. I will always recognize it wherever I go." I said.

She nudged me. "Shut up. And here we are." She said as we arrive and the auditorium. "How do you know this place well already?" I said.

"C'mon, my grandfather was the one to name this Eden Hall." She said. "What?" We exclaimed, shocked.

"Actually no, my great grandmother. Yeah, she named this school Eden Hall. My father was the one to put hockey as their main sport." She said.

"Since when?" Russ asked. "Which one? When my dad put hockey as the sport or when my grandma made this school?" "No, since when did I ask?" Russ said, laughing.

"You're so fucking funny, haha." She said. "Well, I asked." I said and Russ nudged me, making Y/n giggle.

"Robertson, you really are still the cute cowboy I knew in 1994." She said, making me blush.

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• Y/NS POV •

I heard a sound from my window while I was reading a book.

I look out the window and see Dwayne.

I open it. "Cowboy? What're you doing here?" I asked. "Uhh, just wanted to hang out with you, if that's okay." He said.

I smiled. "Climb on up. Quietly though, my parents have guests over and I don't want to go downstairs." I said and somehow he found his way up into my window.

He came inside, shutting the window. "That was tough- whoa..." He said after turning around and seeing me.

"What? You see a ghost? Don't worry, I see em sometimes too but luckily they don't give me sleep paralysis... I hope they won't." I said.

As I was moving around the room, I was all he's looking at.

"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that? It's starting to make me uncomfortable." "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare at ya." He said.

"You look really pretty..." "Oh, thanks Dwayne. By the way, I don't think I've ever seen you with a regular t-shirt on. It's usually a flannel or something like that." I said.

"I've never seen you wear that before..." He said. "Of course you haven't, it's my pajamas."

"Those look to nice to be pajamas."

"Stop drooling about me, Cowboy." "Sorry. Anyway, just wanted to give you this." He then handed out a bracelet.

I gasped. "My bracelet!" I said as I immediately took it from his hand. "No way! How'd you find this?" "It was somehow in my bag and I couldn't give it to you since you weren't present that often." He said.

"Thank you so much!" I said, hugging him.

"And I also came here to ask you if you and I can go out somewhere after school? As a date?" He asked.

I smiled as my face turned red. "I bet you always wanted to ask me that since 1994 huh?"

He nodded and I laugh.

"I'll take it." I said with a grin.

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I have no fucking idea what this is, honestly. It don't make no sense bruv.

Anyway, school is ass.

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