Gothic Senior

Part Eight

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Unfortunately, after the ride was over I ended up getting sick. Thankfully it didn't happen while I was on the ride, otherwise everyone around me would've been covered in my puke. But it was still embarrassing.

"Feel better?" Ian ask with his arm around my shoulder as we all make our way to the parking lot. I smile and nod before taking another sip of the can of ginger ale Ian was nice enough to buy for me.

We reach Kevin and Ian's vehicles. I didn't notice they were parked next to each other until now. How ironic is that?

I say my goodbye to everyone. "See you on Monday?" Wendy ask. "You know it," I reply with a smile. She looks at Ian. "Make sure you get her back home safe and sound." He smiles, looking at me. "She'll be in good hands." I wrap my arms around his waist.

Wendy looks at us, smiling. "It was nice hanging out with you tonight, Ian."

"Likewise," he responds.

Jason opens the door to the back of the car, allowing Wendy to climb in first. He looks over at Ian and me, waving at us before hoping in. "Come on. Let's get you home," Ian says, opening the door to the passenger side of his van for me. I get in. Ian closes the door after making sure I made it all the way in and I watch him walk around to the driver's side. He gets into the van and starts the engine before pulling off seconds after Kevin.

(About an hour and a half later)

"Here we are," Ian announce, pulling up in front of my house. "So I'll see you on Monday?" I ask him. "You know, I honestly didn't see a point of going," he admits. "Luckily, you changed my mind." I smile at those words. How is it that this guy seems to always know the right things to say to make me feel so.... Special?

"Oh. Actually, I wanted to show you this," I say, reaching into my bag to pull out my sketchbook. I hand it over to him. "It's some sketches I been working on."

I quietly watch him browse through the book. His eyes grows big at the sight of the drawings. "Holy shit, (y/n). These are fucking awesome." He looks at me. "You truly do have an amazing talent here," he tells me. "Thank you," I smile, feeling even more proud of myself for the gift I was blessed with.

He instantly stops at a page in particular. I stare as the smile on his face slowly fades away, making me a little nervous. "Something wrong?" I ask, uneasily. He doesn't answer. He brings the book up closer to his face for a better look. "Huh," he says. "Ian, what's wrong?" I ask.

He looks at me with a questionable look on his face. "Is this suppose to be me?" he ask, holding the book up, showing me the accidental sketch of him. My heart immediately drops to the bottom of my stomach as I myself blushing of embarrassment. Although my mouth is open, I'm unable to say anything. How could I forget about that sketch? I should've remembered to rip it out before letting him look at the book. How could I be so stupid?

"Uh.... No," I manage to say before quickly snatching the book away from him. "Of course not. Why would it be you?" I look out the window, clutching the book tightly against my chest. This is so embarrassing right now. He probably thinks I'm some type of creep or weirdo now. Fuck. I am such an idiot! I can feel the tears fill my eyes, but I continue to stare out the window so that he doesn't see my face.

"I mean, it does kind of look like me," he claims. "Well, it's not, okay? So just drop it, please," I beg of him. "Come on, (y/n). You don't have to-" "I said drop it! Please!" I nearly yell, surprising him with my abrupt outburst.

I wipe the tears from my eyes as silence grow inside the van. Slowly turning my head, I see Ian looking ahead with a sad expression on his face. I'm pretty sure I just hurted his feelings. Awesome. Not only am I a creep, but now I'm a total bitch. Wonderful. Just when this night was going swell for me.

I sigh and take deep breaths. Feeling bad, I apologize to Ian for snapping at him. "No. It's fine, I guess," he shrugs his shoulders and avoiding eye contact with me. But looking at him I can still tell that it's not fine. I touch his shoulder. "No, it's not fine. It was wrong of me to speak to you like that. I was just embarrassed and worried that you would see me as a complete weirdo."

He turns his head to look at me. "Why would I think of you as a weirdo?" And why would you even be embarrassed of something like this?" He takes the book flipping through pages until finding the sketch of him. "If anything, I actually think it's pretty cool and flattering." He smiles at me.

"Really?" I ask. "You really think so?"

He nods his head. "You know, I like you, (y/n). I always thought you were different from all the other girls at McKinley High. You're smart, talented, always have your head on your shoulders. And of course, you're very beautiful and attractive." I blush and smile and lower my head, breaking eye contact with him. He puts his hand under my chin, lifting my head back up so that I am looking at him. "And that's exactly why I want you to be my girlfriend." My eyes grow wide at that last statement. I mean, did I hear that?

"G-Girlfriend?" I stutter. "Yeah," he smiles. "I mean if that's something you want, because if not then that's totally understandable too and the last thing I want to do is to force you into doing something you don't want-" I put a finger on his lips, hushing him. "Yes, Ian. I would love to be your girlfriend."

We both stare at each other in silence before he happily throws his arms tightly around me. I hug him back. "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he exclaims. "Believe me, the feeling is definitely mutual," I tell him.

We pull away from each other. He caresses my cheek as I close my eyes and place my hand on his, enjoying the soft touch and warmth of it. "I don't want this night to end," I tell him, opening my eyes.

"Weeeeeell, it's not like we won't have nights like this ever again," he reminds me. "In fact, maybe we can have a movie date tomorrow night? Say around 5." I nod my head, agreeing to the idea. "I would love that."

We kiss each other goodnight and I get out of the van and start walking towards my house. "(Y/n)," I hear him call out to me. I turn around to look at him. "Thank you. For making tonight memorable for me." I smile. "No, Ian. Thank you for making tonight memorable for me." I turn back around, walking towards the front door.

I step through the door and I hear the sound of the engine starting and the van pulling off. I close the door quietly enough not to wake up my parents who are probably asleep right now. I lean against the door, putting my hand over my chest and smiling to myself. This was definitely a night to remember.