❝ it's affection always, you're gonna see it someday. my attention for you, even if it's not what you need❞
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 a cheerleader and a football who have hated each other for years, get less annoyed of each other
started. 11.25.23
ended.
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"WOW I DIDN'T THINK THEY WERE actually going to go with the theme." dylan said has him and blair walked into the school gym with their arms interlocked.
the homecoming dance was themed "hollywood red carpet" and it truly lived up to its name.
the students had to walk through a gold curtain, and then onto a red carpet with a banister around it and gold stars scattered all over the carpet. inside of the gym there was a disco ball, table with red lining and an oscar award and flowers as a centerpiece. (i got bored look it up on pinterest if you care)
"does this give you trauma flashbacks?" blair joked, as her and dylan walked in.
"i think i'm fine." dylan said, snarling at blair. "congrats on your win by the way." blair said.
"thank you, congrats on you being able to land your flips."
"thank you.
dylan and blair got to the dance floor, and dylan let go of her arm. he started to dance in front of her, singing to the song that was playing.
"my tummy's turnin' and i'm feelin' kinda homesick, too much pressure and i'm nervous." dylan said, rubbing his stomach.
blair laughed at him, watching him trying to his the high note at "and the jay z song was on."
"you are so white." blair shook her head. "yeah? and what are you."
"japanese. both of my parents are japanese, just one is a handful." blair said.
dylan sighed, "be white for a day. let loose." he said.
"well maybe not the white part that's weird. but let loose. you're always so tense blair!" he yelled over the music.
dylan grabbed blair's hand, spinning her around, and then bringing her towards him.
"nodding my head like yeah." dylan sang. "moving my hips like yeah." he put his hands on blair's hips and moved them side to side.
"woah there buddy, moving a bit fast." irene said, as she walked by dylan and blair.
"just tryna get her in a party mood." dylan said as he ran his hands down blair's arms then grabbed her hands.
irene winked at blair and then walked away to the food where ryan was.
"oh here's the slow part! feel like hopping on a flight...back to my hometown tonight. come on blair you might say it's white but i know you know this song by heart."
"something stops me everytime.." blair said, caving to dylan's words.
"see!"
"the dj plays my song and i feel alright!"
they started to dance together, having fun and blair finally getting out of her little bubble
"why do you protest. it worked at the party, and its working now!" dylan said.
"yeah but last time you pulled me close to you, and then rejected me when i tried to kiss you." blair said.
"okay let's try it again." blair said. taking blair's waist and pulling her towards him.
he leaned down, kissing her as she song ended. thanks to her heels blair could actually reach him, so her arms wrapped around his neck.
dylan rested his hand on the small of blair back, leaning down to get as close to her as possible.
he moved his hands to her face when blair suddenly pulled away from him.
"blair wha-"
"shut up, shut up!"
people were cheering, as the start of uptown funk started.
"literally shut up this is my favorite song ever. like since birth." blair said.
"well now i know how to get you hyped." dylan said.
"this hit, that ice cold michelle pfeiffer that white gold. this one for them good girls them goof girls straight masterpieces." blair sang.
"wow you really do know this song.." dylan said. "styling willin, livin it up in the city. got chucks on with saint laurent, got kiss myself im so pretty." blair kissed her hand and then put in on dylan's lips.
dylan quickly broke into a smile, seeing a side of blair he's never seen before. he was openly being herself, dancing, singing, and just being carefree. and even better she looked hot doing it.
"i'm too hot, hot damn!" blair said hip checking dylan.
"call the police and the fireman." dylan sang. "im too hot hot damn, make a dragon wanna retire man." blair sang doing body rolls.
"im too hot!" dylan sang. "hot damn!" blair said, running her hand across his chest jokingly.
"say my name, you know who i am, i'm too hot." dylan
"and by band bout that money." they sang together.
then irene ran over in her heels, ryan trying to keep up.
"fuck it's our song!" irene said grabbing blair's shoulders.
"girls hit your hallelujah! oo! girls hit your hallelujah, oo! girls hit your hallelujah!" irene and blair yelled.
"cause uptown funk gon give it to you." blair sang.
"cause uptown funk gon give it to you, cause uptown funk gon give it to you."
"saturday night and we in the spot." irene sang. "don't believe me just watch!" the best friends sang together.
the instrumental played, the crowd dancing along. "wa.." the music sang, and irene and blair shimmied back to back.
"don't believe me just watch!" the crowd sang, as the dj turned off the music and then turned it back on.
irene and blair left their dates to go dance with some of their other friends who were grooving to the song.
ryan and dylan looked at each other, and then back at their disappeared dates.
"did we just get ditched?" ryan said. "yeah, i guess we did.."
nayah speaks !!
i had BUTTERFLIES writing some of those hoffmura scenes...
