《 j. hutcherson | oneshots 》

♤ C. DAVIS ♤

cw : underage drinking, suggestive actions

YOU RAN OVER TO clapton, happily embracing him. he chuckled as he returned the hug. "you seem excited. you passed a test or something?" he questioned, leaning against the lockers. "no, prom tickets are on sale!" you replied, smiling. this caused clapton's expression to change. "prom?" "yeah, i've been waiting for it all year! i was hoping that we could go together. maybe become prom royalty?" you spoke as you and clapton walked out of the school.

"prom is just so..i don't know, cliche? plus, there's usually dancing and you know that-" "clapton don't dance" you said, completing his statement. "exactly! besides, there's other things we could do instead of going to prom. we could go out somewhere else, steal more of your dad's booze, make out in the back of your dad's car..or we could skip that other stuff and just make out" clapton suggested.

you frowned. "did something happen at last year's prom or something? you went there with riley last year and seemed to have no problems then.." you spoke, making clapton look at you. he stopped in his tracks and grabbed your hand.

"i swear, it's not because you're the one asking me, really. but as someone who went last year, it's really nothing crazy. i'm just trying to save you the disappointment" he explained as he pulled you into a hug. you sighed and hugged back. "yeah, maybe you're right.." you spoke. the both of you continued walked until eventually reaching your house. all it took was one look at your body language, and clapton could see that something was wrong.

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"i need your help" clapton told paris, who was on the end of the phone. "with what?" paris replied as clapton stood up and started pacing. "i think i fucked up again. i made n/n really sad by talking about how shitty prom is. it was like..crushing a child's dreams!" he explained. paris sighed.

"and what exactly do you need my help with?" "i need you to help me get materials and lovey-dovey shit" "materials?" paris queried. clapton grinned. "you'll see. oh, one more thing: make sure not to let ione come with you. n/n will dump me, and that'll suck when we've only been dating for two weeks."

♤ a few days later ♤

it was the night of prom, and you were here at home. your mom had baked you cookies as an attempt to cheer you up. you would say that it was a bad attempt, but you loved those cookies. they made you feel slightly better.

your phone went off, and you quickly picked it up. "clapton?" you spoke, holding the phone up to your ear. "are you doing anything right now?" he asked. "just eating my feelings away" you replied as you glanced at the cookie in your hand. "well, you don't have to do that anymore. actually, bring me what you're eating, i'm kinda hungry- but also come outside" clapton said.

"uhm..okay." clapton then hung up. you were skeptical, but decided to humor him. you put a few cookies into a plastic bag, slipped on your shoes and jacket, and left your room. "where you goin'?" your dad asked as you approached the front door. "out" "don't get pregnant" "i..won't?" you said, confused. you needed to explain to him how pronouns worked again.

you walked out of the house, stopping in your tracks when you saw clapton standing there. "holy shit.." you muttered as you closed the door behind you. "i'm wearing the fancy flannel, just for you" clapton said, motioning to his black and gray flannel.
"yeah, i noticed.." you replied as clapton walked closer to you. "come with me. i got something to show you" he said.

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you both skated down the street on his skateboard. "this isn't a setup to kill me, right?" you asked as you hugged onto his torso from behind. "nope" clapton said, taking a bite of one of the cookies. "..are you sure?" you questioned, making him chuckle. "why would i kill you?" "have you not seen cinderhella??" "heh, right.."

the two of you eventually arrived at a park. there were fairy lights hanging up, a huge blanket in the grass, and a beatles song playing from a speaker. "i also got some booze!" clapton said as he motioned to a case of canned beer. "you did all this??" you asked. "well, paris helped me out with setting up and everything. i felt bad about crushing your prom dreams, so i thought of this.." you smiled. "that's sweet of you, clapton" you told him, pecking his cheek before sitting on the blanket. clapton smiled back before sitting next to you.

for the next couple hours, you and clapton enjoyed yourselves. you drank, talked about random shit, drank some more, stargazed, drank a bunch more..
you both ended up drunkenly making out against a random tree. you were straddled on clapton's lap with your hands on his shoulder whilst clapton's hands were on your waist.

"can't wait until we graduate.." he spoke. "why is that?" you asked. "well, we'd have more time since we'd be out of school..then we could get our own place..and lets just say that the music i play isn't gonna be the only thing waking the neighbours" clapton said with a grin. you blushed. "you horn-dog.." you teased as you gently flicked his forehead.

once you both felt sober enough, the two of you cleaned up all the fairy lights and such and headed home.

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just finished watching detention, and it is quite literally one of the most confusing movies ive ever seen. time travel? body swap? BILLY BEING A FUCKING FLY GUY?? still, solid 8.5/10
that also means that ive watched 5/6 movies for this book (im too broke for a hulu subscription for future man)