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Kenickie Imagine *Hallmark Card*

      Ms. Boyle's homeroom at Rydell High was the last place on earth you wanted to be. You had dreaded your senior year since the beginning of summer, realizing that this was your last hurrah before you would go on and enter the hell known as the "real world', though you couldn't imagine a place worse than high school. Your eyes lazily glanced at the ticking hand of the clock one hundred times a minute, letting out a sigh as you read the time. It was still only 7:15. You hadn't even been in school for five minutes and you were already sick of the place. The rest of your classmates didn't seem so thrilled either; The smacking of gum and impatient tapping of pencils against desks filled your ears as people threw paper airplanes at the fossil of a woman proctoring the room. Ms. Boyle was as ancient as the history she taught and every part of her trembled as if she would collapse any second, and a running joke throughout Rydell said that she would soon go extinct and join the ranks of her old dinosaur friends. Looking around the room, you recognized the faces of your classmates; Maureen Johnson, James Duggard, Cecelia Walsh...ugh, another year of being stuck with Patty Simcox...You silently rambled off the names of the students when something jabbed you in the side, causing you to jump to life. You realized that it was the slim finger of Eugene that caught your attention and the poor boy looked as if he was going to faint as he gulped, holding out a small square of paper to you. You gingerly accepted it, looking around to make certain that no one was snooping (Which happened a lot when Patty was in the room) over your shoulder before unfolding the note. You immediately recognized the chicken scratch handwriting that sent a grin to your lips, feeling your heart lift in your chest: Kenickie. Just the thought of him was enough to send you in to a mad blushing frenzy. Your hands flew to the small scarf around your neck, making certain it was still in place before raising your hand and asking to use the restroom. Once you were excused you looked at the note once again, smiling to yourself:
Meet me under the bleachers at 7:25.
You cautiously made your way to the field, the exhilaration of teenage rebellion and the possibility of being caught practically making you giddy. Being with Kenickie felt the same way. Kenickie was a smoker, a gambler, and an absolutely reckless young man. He was crude and abrasive, and he certainly wasn't the easiest pill to swallow. Not to mention he was a few years older than you...He was someone you knew your parents would never approve of, but he was someone that made you feel alive. He was your best kept secret, and you intended to keep it that way. Everyone though he was a no good hoodlum, but he was different with you. You made it to the bleachers, but Kenickie was nowhere to be seen. You slowed your pace, looking around to see if he was hiding anywhere...no sign of him. You frowned. "Kenickie?" You said softly, leaning against the support beam. "Kenickie?" You sing songed, only to be met with no response. You heard the crunch of shoes against the track behind you...must be the track team's early practices."Romeo, Romeo, where art thou Romeo?" You called teasingly. Still no answer. You sighed, feeling impatience begin to build up inside of you. When a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, you couldn't help the smile that crept on to your face. Kenickie buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as he gently kissed your skin. "I don't know who this Romeo is, but you'll have to settle for me..." He mumbled, chuckling. You turned around to face him, smiling like an idiot. You always felt foolish around him, but it either didn't show or he didn't care. He brought his hands to your face, studying your features as he smirked. "I've missed ya, sweetheart." You hadn't been able to see each other for a little over week because you had relatives staying over, though you would've much rather spend that time with your boyfriend. "How did a no good JD like me get stuck with a beautiful girl like you?" You began to blush as he leaned forward to kiss you, but cleared your throat and gently pushed him back. "I've got a bone to pick with you, Kenickie." He raised an eyebrow, obviously confused as to why you stopped him. "What did I do wrong?" You hesitantly untied the silk scarf from your neck, exposing a fresh set of purple and blue hickies courtesy of Kenickie. A few nights ago your parents went out to visit your grandmother the next town over and Kenickie had convinced you that going parking would be a fun time. Though you had an exceedingly wonderful time, you were left with a few unwanted souvenirs....Kenickie, however, smirked proudly as he admired his handiwork. "Looks like I marked you up pretty bad, huh?" He chuckled, making me roll my eyes. "Pretty bad? Kenickie, I look like a damn leper!" I scoffed, "My parents would have a conniption if they ever found out-" "-They won't ever have to know, (Y/N)! Just cover it up with some makeup and some high collar shirts and you'll be fine." You rolled your eyes, knowing they weren't that gullible. "Kenickie-" "-It's like being a Hallmark card." He interrupted, putting a finger to your lips. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You're a Hallmark card, babe," He explained, "You're sweet and sentimental, and kinda mushy at times." This made you laugh, not certain if he meant the last one as a positive. "This-" He gently brushed his fingers along the splotches along your neck, giving you a smirk, "-Is my signature, so everyone knows that you belong to me." You bite your bottom lip, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. He grinned, not missing a beat. "It's called branding, doll." You shoved him, smiling. "Shut up." He chuckled, putting his forehead on yours as his eyes fell to your lips, causing your heart began to thud as you realized your proximity,. "You know how I like to send off Hallmark cards?" "Hm?" "I like to seal them with a kiss." You grinned, giggling to yourself. "That was horribly cheesy, Kenickie-" "-Shut up, I'm trying to be romantic and all that crap."