- July 15th 1972 -
Y/N's POV
It was Saturday finally. I had no work to do today and it was a little after 2. Derek and I had been hanging out for a bit of time. Alan had shown up not too long ago.
"This has been fun hanging out and doing some paintings," Derek said.
"You two have got some strong paint talents," Alan said.
"We try and you know you could have joined us," Derek said.
"I know but watching is a lot more fun," Alan said.
I cleaned everything up and sat on the couch.
"I think I am going to head out so you two can be alone," Derek said as he got off of the couch.
"Okay bro," Alan said.
"Okay, bye then Derek," I said.
"Bye guys have fun," Derek said.
Derek left the house. And I looked over at Alan.
"Alone at last," Alan joked.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Anything you want is fine with me," Alan said with a smile.
"I swear every time you smile," I said.
"It drives you crazy huh?" Alan asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Then I am going to keep smiling," Alan said.
I giggled.
"You never did answer my question on what you want to do," Alan commented.
"I don't knoww," I said.
"Well we could go make some food?" Alan asked.
"Do you want to make some cookies? I have everything to make some homemade," I said.
"Sounds perfect, lead the way," Alan said.
I got off the couch and me and Alan headed into the kitchen.
"What do we do first?" Alan asked.
"Well we need things to use and make the cookies," I said.
We got out the ingredients and some things to use to make them.
"What kind of cookies do we want to make?" Alan asked.
"I was thinking chocolate chip could be fun," I said.
"Ooo one of my favorite kinds," Alan said.
We started to make the cookies and Alan went to the living room and put on a record. He soon returned.
"I love this song," I said with a smile.
"Me too. Sinatra is one of my favorites," Alan said.
"He is one of the romantic types of singers," I said.
We got the cookies made and placed in the oven for them to bake.
"Would you like to dance?" Alan asked.
"Why of course," I said.
We began to dance around the kitchen to the music.
"I have always wanted to do this kind of thing," Alan said.
"Me too. It kind of feels like a movie," I said with a smile.
"It really does," Alan said.
I smiled and we stopped dancing after a while. I sat on the counter and looked at Alan.
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Light On (Alan Longmuir Fanfiction)
FanfictionThe year is 1972. Y/N (20) and Derek (20) have been friends since school. One day Y/N goes to Derek's house to meet with him but he hasn't arrived home yet. Alan (23) is home when Y/N and him get to talking they hit it off.
