Jacksepticeye Imagines

Prom

First of all, guys, this imagine is brought to you by a cool girl named LilMissSepticeye. She contacted me and requested to do a personal imagine. I was glad to. I've been having SO much writer's block that I haven't been able to come up with any more Imagines. And I'm sorry for that, guys.

Second of all, the image in the media box is a bunch of JSE-themed Prom stuff. I don''t know the exact sources, but they do look kinda fun to try and find. So good luck.

But here's one that's inspired by what's gonna happen later this evening.
Prom.
So, here we go......

[LilMissSepticeye's POV]
I clutch the bag in my hands tighter as I wait against the brick wall. More people are coming in and starting to socialize. This is my first prom, so I prefer to just wait for my date.

He apparently goes by the online username of Jackaboy2_7_1990. He said he went to my school but that I'd never noticed him. Thus, he agreed to meet me at prom. I got my ticket, and I assume he's got his. I mean, I hope he has his. Otherwise, I won't get to meet him.

Oh, no. What if he didn't get his ticket? Or he didn't have enough money? What if he got scared and chickened out? What if -

"Um, are you LilMissSepticeye?" A short lad with lime green hair and dreamy blue eyes strolls in front of me. His eyes are the color of the ocean on a calm day as it lapps against the shore. And he told me his favorite color was Green, which was why I chose a bright green prom dress, but to die your hair that color?

Wow, I like this guy already.

"Um, yes," I reply back, "Are you Jackaboy?"

He nods, his green bangs falling into his eyes. I brush them out of the way.

His face blushes and I smile.

"W-Would you mind giving me the first slow dance?" He stutters, as if nervous.

My smile widens, "Of course, um...."

"Sean." He finishes my sentence for me.

He grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor as a slow country song comes on. I don't really like country all that much, but it's still a slow song.

Sean wraps his arms around my waist and I place my hands upon his shoulder. That's when I realize......He's barely taller than me. His shoulders meet the height of my ears.

"So what do you do for a living, Sean? Or want to do, I guess, since neither of us are graduated high school yet...."

"Well," his eyes flicker with possibility, "I want to be a YouTuber."

"A what?"

"Um," he tries to clarify, "Someone who plays videos games for a living and makes videos of them. For a living."

"Oh!" I gasp, "That sounds so cool!"

He chuckles, "Heh, well I'm glad somebody thinks so. Ma definitely isn't very confident in my future because of my current career choice."

"If it's what you really want to do, then do it. Don't let anything stop you."

"Thanks."

The song ends and we go to the concession stand. I buy a candy bar and Sean buys a Mountain Dew. He chugs it down and then burps noisily. I simply laugh.

We spend the rest of the night talking about both of us.

He tells me that his friend Mark has been giving him games to practice playing before recording them. He tells me a lot about this Mark guy. He says he has raven-black hair and deep chocolate brown eyes.

I giggle a little, "You make him sound like a fashion model."

"I don't know," he retorts, "Maybe he models underwear and I don't know it."

I almost choke on my candy bar, "UNDERWEAR?"

Sean's face flushes again, "Uh, nevermind."

Then, it's under the light of the disco ball and amongst the sound of the last slow song that Sean does it.

He kisses me.

Here's how it went down.

The DJ announced that he was making the last song a slow song, and then started playing it. It was another country song. (A/N: I don't like country at all, I just can't think of any other good slow songs...sry, guys.)

Sean led me out to the dance floor one last time and we started swaying to the sound. I laid my head on his shoulder and with one hand, he petted my hair in several strokes, over and over.

I almost fell asleep on his shoulder when he lifted my eyes to meet him. I stared into them for I-don't-know how long. The blues in his eyes seemed to swim beside each other, like an ever-changing pool. Some blues turned from light to dark and some from dull to bright. It was fascinating.

Before I knew it, Sean was leaning closer and closer until our lips touched.

Then, to break the moment, another announcer came on. The principal, Principal Sidner announced that it was time to leave and that he hoped all of us stayed safe and what not. He started going on about the dangers of prom sex and I stopped listening.

Sean and I escaped to outside the building while some students were doing the same. Most were leaving, but Sean and I lingered while we waited for our parents' ride because neither of us had cars yet. I learned that when we talked about it in the online chatroom that I'd met him in. I remember him saying, "I don't get out much, so I usually just stay on my computer."

"Hey." Sean was trying to get my attention.

"Yeah?"

"Tonight was.....tonight was fun."

I nod, my hair jostling a little, "Yeah, it really was."

"I'm glad I got out of my house for one night and came and met you."

"Me too. I honestly don't know what I would've done if you hadn't shown up."

A devilish smirk rises upon his face, "Eh, I wouldn't so that to you."

"Yeah, I know."

A red van pulls up and Sean looks sad.

"That's my ride," he says. His voice is filled with a tinge of regret. He lets go of my hand and starts to walk away.

"Wait!" I chase after him, which I hadn't done for any guy ever because I didn't think it was worth it. Well, not this time. This time, I know I'm making the right choice.

I grab his hand and spin him around. I land a kiss right on his nose and he laughs.

"Goodnight, Sean," I murmur in his ear.

"G'night," he says and gets into the van, closing the door on his smiling face.

I watch the van drive off.

I feel something on my cheek. I reach up and wipe my reddened skin. My fingers come back wet.

Do I really care for this guy that much?

My mom pulls up and I get in. She asks how prom was and I just sit there, speechless. She then assumes that it was amazing.

It was.

I sit there and daydream all the way home. Then, when I get into bed around midnight, I dream of prom all over again.

What a night.

Okay, guys, so that was prom.
If you get the chance, please go follow my good friend, LilMissSepticeye. She is awesome and so are you guys, so.....
Til next time, guys!
See ya!!