𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗

Prom 1971, 10:28 PM
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Your throat burned, sobs choking you. The cold air nipping at your exposed shoulders. The navy blue dress you wore fluttered in the early spring wind as you plopped down onto the cement school stairs.

The date you had "happily" agreed to go with just ditched you with some other girl, he had only used you to get with her, that's what he said before you had runoff.

Before you were able to get out of the school, Peter and Ray had seemly found you. Both of them exchanged worried glances as they watched mascara run down your face. Bombarding you with question after question to know what happened.

You'd told them that your date only used you to get with another girl, he had never liked you.

That left Ray and Peter furious, after you had left they tracked down the date and thrash the shit out of him.

Egon, who was basically dragged against his will to come, had sauntered over, asking what and why they were beating the hell out of him.

After both of them explained what this guy had done, both Ray and Peter had to hold Egon back so he wouldn't tear the guy to shreds.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, you stared out into the parking lot but, behind you was the clicking of dress shoes that were brought to attention.

You tensed up, hopefully, this wasn't your date that had ditched you and he'd come to rub in it your face more.

"Y/N.. It's just me," A deep voice murmured and you instantly recognize who it was.

Turning your head to look at Egon, he held a desolate frown on his face as he carefully sat down beside you.

"Why are you here? I thought you weren't going tonight?" You grimaced, avoiding eye contact with him.

In reality, you didn't really want to go with your date. You wanted to go with Egon. You had tried to impress him, but he seemed to show little to no interest with going with you. Then you were stuck with your asshole of a date.

"I—" He began, "Well— Peter and Ray dragged me along, they wouldn't take no for an answer." Although, he remember the pep talk that Peter had given him while Ray waited in the car.

"Alright, listen here. You want to get with Y/N? You've gotta impress her! I'm sure she went with that creep to get your attention," Peter crossed his arms while Egon slipped his shoes on.

"What if she won't want to go with me..?" Egon argued while fiddling with his tie.

"Dude! Anyone with half a brain can figure out you both are head over heels for each other! Can't you get that through your thick skull, Spengs?"

"How did you find me? Aren't you supposed to be with the guys then?" You spoke, keeping distance between you and Egon.

"They told me to comfort you in this disheveled state." Egon tried to carefully choose his words.

"Please, it's not unnatural to express feelings of melancholia."

Egon began to softly rub your back, every so often tracing shapes with his calloused thumb. Weeping into your hands, you tried your best to keep yourself hidden from the man you adored so much.

You wept for the regret of going with the nefarious creep who had made you upset, for not listening to Peter and Ray's advice, and most of all, not going with the man you truly wanted to go with, Egon.

Continuing to break in front of Egon, he felt pangs of sorrow for you, he could've prevented this. Only if he would've gone with his original plan to ask you to prom. Although, that plan was scrapped when that bastard came along.

Pulling you closer to him as you finally settled down, laying your head on his shoulder. It made his heart skip a beat.

It felt right, almost domestic, having you in his arms. He couldn't help but notice that your breathing had slowed down and your eyes fluttered shut. Placing a tender kiss on your cheek, he couldn't bring himself to nudge you awake.

That was alright with Egon, as long as you were safe.