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Dedicated to all the hopeless romantics that were in situation ships, and there was no First Move made in time. You or someone will eventually 🫶
In the disco lit up gym, the DJ started the slow dance song. The one song that the high school always played at the near end of the dance. Students started pairing up with their sweethearts and swayed to the music. While others would make fun of this part and pair up with their friends, but really they just didn't have a sweetheart yet.
And usually I would be that type of person as well. Making 'ew' noises at the couples around us. But this year was different. This year I had someone. I had him. The handsome and tanned boy that I've been head over heels for the entire freshman year. Oh my sweet goodness corn, this year I get to slow dance with Hunter, the Hunter Onyx Springs.
Hunter held his hand out towards me, the other couples are already swaying, while I'm stuck processing this moment. It's actually happening. I grab his hand and he slowly pulls me towards him. Where do I place my hands? On his shoulders right? Oh my corn, his hands are on my waist already! On my waist!
"Do you even know how to slow dance?" Hunter chuckles at me. Oh gosh, I was too into my hand to remember the YouTube tutorial I watched on slow dancing. I start moving my steps, matching his.
"Of course I do, I was just getting my stance ready..." I shyly lie to him.
"Stance? That's an interesting way to put it." He laughs at my words. I should be happily swaying with him right now but instead he wants to embarrass me.
"You know you can wrap your arms around my neck. Not just place them on the very edge of my shoulders Kori." He tells me as his hands firmly grab my waist and we start swaying gracefully. Crap, now I'm getting intense butterflies. However I can't get lost in my head, and I do as he said. I wrap my arms comfortably around his neck. We get closer together just like the other couples, our chest brushing against each other. I can see his features up close. Even in this dim light, his hazel eyes glow and his low bridge nose is cute as ever. Not to mention his collar up shirt is making his incredible jaw line for a high schooler look even more mature. Crap, no weird thoughts, this is cute moment ignore the desires you dimwit!
"You know it's nice dancing like this with you." Hunter says, breaking the one minute silence of us just slow dancing. I promise, I felt my cheeks get warm and for my brown skin self, my cheeks might actually be a little pink. I can't believe he's giving me compliments like this.
"Ya I'm enjoying this as well." I tell him and he gives me a small smile.
"I wanted to mention this early but your blue dress really suits you. I like it." He compliments me again. Crap, my cheeks get even warmer and the butterflies intensify even more. I instinctively get closer to him. His words are making me lose my restraints. In this moment I remember last year at homecoming I was admiring another couple and the girl had her head on the guys chest. I knew exactly what I was thinking in that moment. Oh how I wished I could experience that. They look so enveloped in each other.
I placed my head on Hunter's shoulder. We're roughly the same height so my face was near the part where his neck and shoulder connected.
"Huh, what are you doing now?" Hunter asks but he doesn't sound displeased just a little surprised at how close our bodies now were. His hands grow firmer around my back.
"I really like you a lot, Hunter." I blurt out. I hide my face in my shoulder. I can't even look at him with how much my stomach was doing roller coasters and my heart racing the 400 meter dash in track. And for the love of corn, my cheeks were definitely red. There's no going back after this now.
"I like you a lot too, Kori Loschiavo."
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"Rise and shine~ Oh sweetened pineapple~ Today's worth a dime~" My alarm clock sings at me loudly.
My alarm clock.
It's morning.
I'm in my bed.
Single.
It was a dream! A DREAM!? Oh sweetened corn.
I feel my blood boil. I sit up in my bed. A legendary night just for it to be all made up in my head. It felt way too real as well. I touch my cheeks and sure enough they feel hot. I let out a groan and reach for my phone. I surely have to record this dream there's no way I'm forgetting it.
Three notifications appear on my screen when I hold my phone. Two TikTok DM's from my silly best friend. And then one from Hunter.
Messages:
"Gn" 1:48 AM - Hunter
The dry text laughs at my face. Here I am fantasizing about him and all he actually gives are texts drier than the Sahara desert. And at 1:48 AM? I texted him a full goodnight at 9 AM and he replies so late. What is he Batman? I can't be complaining though. My situation-ship has just been blown up in my head.
Messages:
"hey why weren't you in English" 9:56 AM - Hunter
Wait did I just get another text from him? Wait but why is he asking where I've been? He cares about me!? Holy corn. Wait it's already past 9?!
Messages:
"i had to present by myself idiot. Gonna cost my grade" 9:57 AM - Hunter
Oh right. I overslept. From dreaming about him. My love life isn't actually like a homecoming film in a movie. And now I accidentally skipped on the English presentation the teacher somehow partnered us up together. Hunter probably dislikes me even more.
Why do I even like this kid?
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RomanceSituation ships. They seem to be the most common thing in the dating world during this generation. And frankly Kori Loschiavo seems to be stuck in one. She has had a crush on Hunter Onyx Springs for her entire freshman year. And somehow she has prog...
