a slowburn story between rowan and y/n. starts before wednesday joins the school. will mainly follow plotline, but a few changes to make it make more sense.
going back to our dorm at the end of the day, bianca breaks the silence by asking "what the hell was going on last night??" i laugh, glad she finally brought it up, before explaining. "rowan and i have been together for a few weeks. we didn't want to tell other people because we prefer things private" "ohh so thats why you rejected kent?" "...sure, we will go with that" "im your literal roommate and best friend why did you not at least tell me?" i think about this for a while. why didn't i? "i mean, it never really came up in conversation, and you had quite strong opinions on him. and you are also very popular so if anythint slipped it would be around the school in a matter of minutes." "would it really be that bad though?" "no. as a matter of fact, we are going to the rave'n together" i state, proudly. "OMGGG WE HAVE TO GET YOU A DRESS" bianca squeals. so thats what that day (and the next) is spent doing.
bianca starts by looking at the local dress shop in jericho on her laptop, favouriting dresses she thought might work on the website. she then shared them with me, and i picked out the ones i like. we are now currently standing outside the dress shop. i take a deep breath, nervous that the dress i choose rowan may hate. "y/n, be serious. rowan can't afford to have standards on dresses. even if you chose a really ugly one he would still be breathless. literally" i throw her a playful punch, rolling my eyes, before opening the door. i take a deep gasp at all of the dresses around me. they are all so beautiful. but none of them really catch my eye. that is, until i spot one in the corner.
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i stare at it for a while, thinking over whether it is too much for a dance, but bianca catches my line of sight and runs over to it, picking it up. she ushers into the changing room. i try it on and gasp at my reflection. the dress fits perfectly, and looks even better when worn. i call out to bianca, who is also trying a dress on, and we are both ready. i slowly step out of the changing room and face her. we both gasp in unison. her dress is not my personal choice, however it fits her so well. it has many sequins on it, giving it the idea of a mermaid - or siren. we both rush back, tearing our normal clothes back on, to get ready to pay.
