Addicted to You

"You're The Love of My Life"

⚠️WARNING: SMUT⚠️

A few weeks have passed, and the night of the school play has finally arrived. I'm sitting in my dressing room, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. I'm dressed in my costume, a sweet and innocent-looking outfit. I'm Sandy Olsson, the new girl in town, and I'm ready to take the stage by storm.

As I apply my makeup and style my hair, I hear a knock at the door. It's Mrs. Johnson, our director. "Leia, it's showtime!" she says, smiling. "You look perfect, by the way. You're going to knock 'em dead out there."

I take a deep breath and stand up, smoothing out my skirt. "Thanks, Mrs. Johnson. I'm ready."

As I make my way to the stage, I see Timothée, my Danny Zuko, waiting in the wings. He's dressed in his leather jacket and jeans, looking every bit the bad boy. He smiles at me, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Break a leg, babe," he whispers, as we take our places on stage.

The curtains open, and the play begins. We sing and dance our way through the iconic songs, our chemistry palpable. The audience is entranced, and I can feel the energy of the performance all around us.

We do "Summer Nights" and then the boys get ready for "Greased Lighting".

As the music starts, Timothée and the boys launch into "Greased Lightning", their voices blending together in perfect harmony. The energy is electric, and the crowd goes wild, cheering and wooing as they sing and dance.

I watch from the wings, a huge smile on my face, as Timothée struts his stuff, his charisma and charm shining brighter than the stage lights. He's in his element, and the crowd is eating it up. This was the boy I fell in love with, it made me happy but sad at the sane time. Seeing that boy again made me long for him.

The boys' performance is high-energy, with slick choreography and tight harmonies. They're having the time of their lives, and it's infectious. The crowd is on its feet, dancing and singing along, as the boys bring the house down with their rendition of the classic song.

As the song comes to a close, the crowd erupts into applause, cheering and whistling for more. Timothée and the boys take their bows, grinning from ear to ear, basking in the adoration of the audience.

As the play continues, I take the stage alone, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm about to sing "Hopelessly Devoted To You", the iconic ballad that has become my anthem. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let the music pour out of me.

I sing with every fiber of my being, tears start coming out and the audience think it's part of the show, but it's not. I'm pouring my heart and soul into the lyrics. I'm not just singing a song, I'm hopelessly devoted to Timothée, just like Sandy is hopelessly devoted to Danny.

The words spill out of me, each one a testament to the misery and joy that comes with loving someone. I feel the audience holding their breath, mesmerized by my performance.

As I reach the climax of the song, my voice soars, filling the auditorium with a power and emotion that I never knew I had. I'm no longer just singing a song, I'm exorcising my demons, purging my soul of the pain and heartache that Timothée has caused me.

The audience erupts into applause, cheering and whistling as I'm pulled back into reality. There were times I forgot I was performing. I take my bow and leave the stage as the curtains close. I'm overwhelmed, my heart still racing from the performance. I know that I've given it my all, that I've left everything on that stage.

As I walk offstage, Timothée is waiting for me, a look of awe and admiration on his face. "Lei-Lei, that was incredible," he whispers, his eyes shining with pride. "You were amazing."