set in '81 so both are 16
please lemme know if this was not what you had in mind cause honestly, this was not great imo so LET ME KNOW and i will GLADLY rewrite it. im not great at writing stuff like this? but like i tried?
this was a request from the literal loml, JazzyMuffins
oh my God this sucks so bad IM SORRY YO😭
today i was supposed to be going out on my first date. i'd only been on once date before i left because the guy creeped me out but this one was going to be kind of different. i'd had a crush on slash for almost two years at this point but i never said anything about it. i'd only ever really talked to him in passing like when he asked for a pencil or for help.
a few months ago, we'd both been asked to perform in the christmas show our school put on every year. he'd been asked to play something on guitar and the school wanted me to play carol of the bells on bass.
we were both called to the principals office at the same time and as we were leaving, we struck up conversation about playing instruments and we kinda became friends. we'd started talking every day at school until yesterday, he finally asked me out.
he was supposed to pick me up at 6:45 so we could catch a movie. the drive in was playing 'texas chainsaw massacre' so for both of us being horror fans, it was the perfect idea. i was dressed in a pair of dark, wide leg jeans with a white baby tee and my slip on wedges. nothing too fancy.
just as i was coming down the stairs, there was a knock at the door. my dad, who had previously been sitting in his recliner with the paper and a cup of coffee, got up to answer it. "dad, i can g-"
"not so fast missy," he tuts and opens the door. i cringe, knowing what his first reaction of slash will be. i mean, lets be fair to my dad though, who wouldnt be? his hair was getting kinda long, his ears were pierced, he worse flashy silver hoops and several rings. he hardly worse anything that wasnt black, leather, or had some band logo on it.
and that certainly didnt change today. he was dressed in black ripped jeans, his converse, and a led zeppelin tee shirt. a waved at him from behind my dad and smiled tightly at me, eyes barely leaving the man in front of him. "hello sir, im slash-"
"absolutely not," he immediately scoffs and goes to shut the door. my eyes widen and my arm shoots out as i duck under his arm and push it back open.
"why?" i whine, standing in front of slash.
"because this boy is a stoner, he will never become anything. why cant you date a nice, rich boy?" he asks, now staring at me angrily.
i roll my eyes and step back, out of the door frame so slash and i are both outside. "well because all the rich guys are assholes," i tell him firmly. "and he's not a stoner."
his angry expression intensifies at my arguing. slash has remained quiet after dads first outburst, hands twisting through each other nervously. "i highly doubt it, these types of boys are liars."
i hum, unconvinced as a cross my arms. "well i guess ill just have to be the judge of that..." i step back and grab slash's forearm and we both start walking backwards. "ill be back by 9," i yell as we turn and sprint towards his car when my dad starts chasing us.
"dude! your dads gonna hate me!" he says, hesitating to start the car.
"and?" i ask, looking at him after noticing my dad getting closer.
he looks past me and through the window before quickly starting the car. "your sure your okay with this?" he asks nervously after a minute of silence.
i hum and look over at him with a smile.
two hours or so later and our movie is long since over but we remain in our parking space. his lips work feverishly against mine and his hands play around with the hem of my shirt.
one thing led to another and thats how we ended up sneaking through my window and continuing our endeavors on each other in my room. we kept sneaking around for another two years until my dad finally caught us asleep one morning on the couch but at that point? he claims he'd known the whole time.
we doubt it though. although that could account for the reason he was so cool about it.
