Simple like cigarettes (Caitlyn kiramman x fem reader)

I love you so much

6 months later..

We are still keeping it a secret of course the gang knows but no one else

But Me and Caitlyn are closer than ever before.

I'm talking sneaking in to her house almost on a daily bases.

And when I can't she comes to my house and we watch tv... or something. Sometimes she even hangs out with me and the gang when she has the time. At this point the gang already knows her and don't really care. I'm glad they aren't rude to her or treat her shitty. I'm actually relieved that they don't mind it. Sometimes Mylo makes fun of me for dating a topsider. But it's Mylo. He has no room to talk.

But anyway.

Prom is coming up in a month. I don't know how to ask her. I know she most likely will say yes but I want to make it special. I don't want to just ask out of the blue. I don't want it to be brought up as if it isn't that big of a deal, when it is to me since I've never asked or been asked to prom before. I sigh. "What's up?" Vi asks. "Eh, it's nothing." I shrug and look out to the field. Eyes instantly finding my girlfriend "It's about her, ain't it?" She turns to look out the field. I huff a laugh.

"Yeah. It is." I say. "Did you do something?" She asks. "No, I'm just gonna ask her to prom, but I don't know how to bring it up." I shrug. "Just ask her." Vi thinks of. I gave her a 'are you fucking stupid?' face "Are you fucking stupid? You literally just repeated what I said." I reply to her "It's not my fault I'm Illustrated" she scoffs. "Okay, one: it's called illiterate. Two: you're not illiterate you are dyslexic, and three: this has nothing to do what this conversation." I say. "What's the difference between those two?" Vi scratched the inside of her ear.

"It's your disorder, how the fuck do you not know?" I ask giving her a disappointed face. She shrugged carelessly. I sighed in annoyance. "Being illiterate means you can't read or write. Being dyslexic means you have trouble reading and writing." I explain. It takes her a bit to reply. "So.. what's the difference??" She asks looking at me puzzled. I stared at her blankly "I think you have more than dyslexia." I say squinting at her. "Hey! What is that supposed to mean?" She asked offended

I shrug "It means exactly how it sounds." I say. Powder slaps the back of my head. My hand quickly flies to my head and I snapped my whole body to look at her. "Powder, I will literally bitch slap you, if you keep this shit up." I say. She nodded her head forward. "Your girlfriend is coming." She rolled her eyes. My whole body then quickly turned again looking at Caitlyn who is now climbing up the stairs. My face lit up and I quickly got up and stepped down the bleachers to talk to my girlfriend.

"Hey princess, what's up?" I ask. She smiles at me and finally makes it to my step. "Nothing much just wanted to say hi to my wonderful girlfriend." She cupped my cheek. My stomach did a flip and my heart skipped a few beats. Nonetheless I gave her a huge toothy grin to the point my eyes were almost shut and my top teeth were slightly separated from the bottom.
I felt.. proud? When she said that. It made me feel happy. Like really really happy. The more we dated the more stronger this feeling got.

I don't think I hate that feeling anymore. I think it grew on me.

"Aw stop it you flirt." I shoo her playfully. She giggles and lets go of my face. I take this as an opportunity to cup her face with both hands and littered small pecks around her face as she holds onto my shoulders for support as she let out a whole hearted laugh which never fails to make me laugh as well. But of course Mylo being Mylo he has to ruin the moment. "BAAARRFF!!" Mylo yells cupping his hands around his mouth as he pretends to gag. Powder laughs and gags with him. "Shut up dude!" I faintly hear Vi say while she slapped the back of his head.