Crush x Reader (On Hold)

Chapter 20: Save Me a Dance?

(y/n)'s POV:

It was lunch and my best friends and I were discussing the upcoming school social.

"Do you think they're gonna play a slow song?"I asked curiously.

"Ugh, I hope not," (b/f/n) replied in disgust. "Some popular couple is gonna be making out either in the corner or on the dance floor. It's just bound to happen." (o/b/f/n) rolled her eyes.

"Pft! Are you kidding? They would get separated like two sides of a double popsicle; by force and without mercy," I bluntly argued.

"Oh, please. You're just saying that 'cause you want them to play a slow song so you can dream about dancing with (c/n)," she retorted, holding back a laugh.

"Not. True." I stiffly said. "I just think it'd be hilarious to see some dumb, middle school couple get set apart within a 5ft radius of each other at all times. I thought you'd agree, but I guess not," I teased.

"C'mon," (o/b/f/n) cut in. "I think we can all agree it'd be funny to see two kids who will probably break up next week try to do so much as kiss on the cheek get reprimanded for PDA. But let's just be honest here for a bit. We all have someone we wanna slow dance with in this school, so cool it."

"Heh, yeah. I have (c/n), but you two have (b/f/c/n) and (o/b/f/c/n). So that's kinda hypocritical, (b/f/n)," I continued teasing.

"That's not exactly what I meant, but I guess there's no stopping it now," (o/b/f/n) muttered under her breath.

We continued the pointless banter until the end of the period. Once the bell rang, we all rushed to study hall where we found (c/n) already at the table we all usually sit at. It's usually him, me, (b/f/n), (o/b/f/n), and two of (c/n)'s good friends. But today, it was just him.

We all put our things down and almost immediately, the girls give each other a look, stand up, and start to walk away. "Where you two off to?" I asked. I may not know or care where they're going, but I sure as heck know why. Ugh, I hope they know nothing special is gonna happen in the five minutes they're not here.

"We just realized we left our books in our lockers," (b/f/n) said with a slight smirk.

"Okay, have fun," I replied as I went back to doing last night's English homework.

(c/n)'s POV:

(b/f/n) and (o/b/f/n) left uncontrollably giggling, which just left (y/n) and I side by side. "What was that about?" I questioned.

"Hm?" she replied.

"Why were they laughing so hard? Did I miss a joke?" I clarified.

"No, they've been kinda jittery lately. Not really sure why," she calmly stated.

"Who knows? It may be because of the dance coming up and all. Were they asked?" Was she asked yet? Maybe if she wasn't I, could take this time to do so myself.

"Yep, (b/f/c/n) asked (b/f/n), and (o/b/f/c/n) asked (o/b/f/n). They both, of course, said yes," she slightly smiled.

"Anyone asked you yet?" I curiously asked.

"Nope, and I doubt I will be," she bluntly replied, and continued her work.

"Really? I would've thought a girl like you would be taken a long time ago," I said to try to lift her mood.

"Pft! 'Girls like me' don't usually get asked to dances," she retorted with a hint of resent at the very sentence.

"Well, maybe it's time to change that," I suggested.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, shifting her full attention towards me.

"What if I asked you?" I cautiously said.

The sweetest smile imaginable grew onto her face as she replied, "Hypothetically speaking, I'd be flattered and say yes." (yes. in this story, you sometimes say big words. fun!)

"Well in that case, I'll pick you up at 6:30," I smoothly said.

"Okay," she said, looking down to attempt to hide a blush. Cute!

(y/n)'s POV:

The rest of the day, I felt like I was drifting above the school on a cloud. I couldn't fully focus on anything until the end of the day when the girls snapped me back to reality. "So, you an (c/n) were acting a bit sketchy when we got back to the classroom." (o/b/f/n) smugly said.

"Very sketchy," (b/f/n) added.

"What are you two getting at? Sketchy like we stole your pencils? Sketchy like we knew some information that if we told you we'd have to kill you? What level of sketchy are we talking about?" I asked, stalling for time. They know for sure. Ugh, I was gonna wait until we got to someone's house, but I guess that plan's out the window!

"We're talking about blushy type of sketchy. Like there's something you're not telling us and we wanna know. Right here, right now." (b/f/n) bluntly said.

"How about this, I tell you what you wanna know when we get to your house. There, you can screech as loud as you so please," I suggested.

They quickly glanced at each other, then back at me. "Okay, have it your way."

Time skip to (b/f/n)'s house:

Almost immediately after we set foot into her room, (b/f/n) said, "Alright, now tell us everything and no one get's hurt."

I took a step back at first. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you what you wanna know!" I quickly exclaimed. "Geez, why do I feel like I'm getting mugged?" I muttered.

I explained everything as clearly as I could and their faces lit up like Christmas trees. "(O/B/F/N)!" (b/f/n) shouted. "OUR OTP(One True Pairing) IS COMING TRUE!"

"THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY EVER!" she squealed in response.

"What is your secret?!" (b/f/n) asked me.

I sighed. "You two wanna know how to get your crushes to go to the dance with you, or at the very least dance with you for one song?" They both eagerly nodded. "Well as far as I know, all you need to do is say the following words if the dance ever comes up in conversation: 'Save me a dance, okay?' Now repeat after me: 'Save me a dance, okay?'" They repeated, laughing a bit in the process. "Just to be clear, I will not be held liable for any dissatisfaction with the given method. It is simply an idea, not meant to be taken 100% seriously. Side effects may include: boost or drop of confidence, a nervous jolt in the stomach region, dizziness, head aces, and temporary metaphorical heart damage. Heart not included." I spoke as quickly as possible, as if on a pain-killer medicine commercial, hoping they wouldn't understand half of what I said.

"Pft! Heart not included," (o/b/f/n) repeated, cracking up.

"What the heck! Did you rehearse that or something?" (b/f/n) asked in shock.

"No, I just felt like it was the right time to sound like a NyQuil commercial." I replied. And with that we went on ranting back and forth to each other about random, seemingly pointless, topics until (o/b/f/n) and I had to go home.

Is that a bad way to end a chapter? I felt like I had to end it and I was just like, "That seems like a good place." Make sure to check out all of Taz732's chapters if you haven't already, vote comment, follow, and learn the meaning of life. I will see all you lovelies in the next chapter. See ya! <3