where is my mind: dead poets society

Your first date~

Todd Anderson:

Todd sat by the creek that you two always meet up at, with a somewhat crumpled piece of paper in his hand. If you were a passerby, you might have wondered what on earth was the matter with the poor boy. He recited the same line from the piece of paper over and over and over again.

"Y/N, I've been enjoying being with you a lot. I was wondering if you would like to go out with me?"

A simple question, but to Todd, it was absolutely terrifying. It may surprise you that Todd was actually going to ask you out, and trust me, Todd was surprised too. But after a motivating phone call with Neil the night before, he finally found barely enough courage to do it.

Your POV:

I stumbled down to the creek, eager to see Todd. I had to admit, I fancied him. Sweet shy Todd, with his beautiful blue eyes, and the way he'd blush so easily... How could you not?

"Hello Todd!" you said warmly. "Hi Y/N." Todd answered, staring. "What are you looking at?" you asked. "Nothing, nothing, I'm sorry. Look Y/N I want to ask you something-" He paused. "Go on," You prompted, wondering if he was going to say what you thought he was going to say.

He took in a deep breath and then said hurriedly, "LookY/NIreallylikeyoualotwillyougo outwithme?" You smiled at him, trying to contain your happiness, "Of course, Todd! I'd love to."

Neither Todd or you liked fuss and glitz, so you decided to go on a picnic next Saturday. You had packed up a delectable lunch of sandwiches, scones with raspberry jam, grapes, and lemonade. Todd had brought some poems that he had written.

"Would you like me to show you some of the poems I wrote? Only if you want to, of course."

"Of course, Todd."

When you were both tired of sitting around, you played tag with each other. The simple innocence of it all made you smile. This was what you wanted. A pure, loving relationship with Todd.

Neil Perry:

The local theatre was putting on a production of Richard III, and you and Neil being Shakespeare lovers, decided to go. You were sitting on your couch waiting for Neil to arrive, when you heard a knock at the door. You opened it, and there stood Neil in a suit, with a huge adorable smile on his face. He had a white rose in his hand that he was thumbling with.

"Hi Y/N! Are you excited?" Neil asked as you two linked arms together. "Yep, I am. Are you?" "Very! I've only seen Shakespeare a few times performed so this is exciting for me." Neil replied happily.

You two talked while you walked, (You lived close so no need for a car, plus Neil didn't have one.) and arrived. The play started, and both of you were quite intrigued, but you still caught Neil staring at you several times.

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The play had ended, and Neil was walking you back. You both were discussing the play, criticising or praising the actors, and doing your own impressions of gloomy grumpy Richard while laughing. You were sad when you arrived back at your house, but what a night it had been.

"Thank you Neil, this was amazing. I'd love to do this again."
"Of course, Y/N, you're a pleasure to be around. I loved spending tonight with you. Bookstore, next Saturday, 10 pm?"
"Of course Neil. Goodnight!"

When Neil walked back that night, he was so flustered that he did a little dance, not caring who saw.

Steven Meeks: (pretend you attend Welton for this one)

I gathered my school books together and put them in my bag. Steven Meeks had just asked me to study with him up on the tower thingy. (Listen, I don't know guys 💀🤚 the place where the desk set scene occured) Was it an official date? Ok, maybe not. But the important thing is that Meeks asked me to study with him and God knows he doesn't need help, soo?

When I arrived to the tower, I saw Steven already waiting for me. He looked so adorable with his slightly messy strawberry blonde hair and glasses. "Ready to study?" He asked. "Ready!" I replied. We sat in silence for awhile doing our schoolwork, with the occasional remark or joke every now and then. Then, he reached into his bag and pulled out some weird piece of technology.

I gave him a quizzical look and he smiled. "This, Y/N, is a radio. You must make sure word doesn't get around about this, but we can listen to it if we're careful." He pulled out two pairs of headphones and we sat and listened to it. When an energising song came on, we got off the ground and started dancing with our own made up dance moves.

It was nice to be able to do this. To do something fun and carefree. To just forget about the stress of school and family, and goof off with Meeks. When the song ended, we were out of breath and smiling.

"Well, we probably should be heading back, I'm a little concerned about getting caught" Meeks said. "Alright," I laughed "That was so fun, thank you." "Don't mention it, shall I walk you back?" Meeks did a little bow and held out his hand. "Please." I smiled.

Charlie Dalton:

You and Charlie went to an art museum as your first date. Although he may not seem like it, Charlie liked art. He liked both the freedom and the beauty in it.

"Wanna play a game?" Charlie said with a grin. "What kind of game?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, whenever we see a painting with people in it, we have to reenact it." "Let's do it." You replied, although a bit scared of being judged by others, you decided it'd be good to get out of your shell.

You came across a painting of two girls wearing very fancy dresses holding their skirts in a posh manner. Charlie didn't even hesitate, but went and stood by the painting holding up a pretend skirt with a very dignified, proper  expression. You paused and stared a minute, and then joined him in the exact position, but holding a pretend fan. You got some very quizzical looks, but you were enjoying this.

Next was a painting of a ghost haunting an old man as he slept. You assumed the sleeping position on the floor while Charlie struck his most ghostlike position. After a moment, you two burst into a fit of giggles. You did this for several other paintings when you noticed a security guard coming up to you.

(HJKSAHKJHKDJ THIS PART IS SO AWKWARD I LOVE IT HAH)

"Excuse me, but I must tell you that if you would like to stay in the museum you must stop this behaviour immediately"

You were mortified to say the least, but you realised Charlie looked like he was going to say something incredibly saucy and that you had to stop him before he got you two into more trouble.

"Yes sir. We're sorry" You replied calmly. Charlie seemed to object to this meek reply so you mouthed to him: come on.

You continued to look at more paintings but it just wasn't the same, so you decided to head back to Charlie's house so he could show you this famous saxophone he had been raving about. Apparently he's very into it. You stayed at Charlie's house until it was late listening to Charlie joke around and play the sax. You both enjoyed yourselves immensely and were sorry to say goodbye.

a/n: i really liked that last one, hehe! i'm sorry i haven't updated in awhile. I just moved into a new house a week ago and then school started a few days later, so yeah, hectic. thanks for reading loves! you're all the bestest! <33

love, sarabella

unedited as of 18/8/22 let me know for mistakes.