“Hey, (Y/n), whatcha doin?” a tall dark-skinned boy asked as you put make up on.
“Why are you not dressed up yet?!” you scolded when you saw him wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans.
The tall boy gave you a how-noisy look. “For what?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips.
You stood up, pulling slightly on your long (f/c) gown to make sure you do not step on it. You lifted your fist and smacked him straight in the face.
“Tonight’s prom night, idiot!!” you yelled before whacking him again.
The idiot promised he would be your date after your original consort became terribly ill with stomach flu.
“That’s tonight??” the idiot yelled as he rushed out the door to go to your parents’ bedroom.
“Dammit, why didn’t you remind me??”
You knew he couldn’t be trusted to prepare alone, and Momoi is too busy preparing for the prom to even mind him.
The pinkette was chosen as one of the cotillion coordinators. So she couldn’t be bothered with looking after a 4 year old trapped in a large body.
So being the responsible friend you are, you took care of everything, from his clothes to his hair.
But of course, everything had to be done in your house. You knew this sort of thing would happen. It happened countless times already anyway.
You followed him, unfortunately, when you looked inside, the idiot was in the middle of taking his jeans off, his shirt already lying on the floor.
You stared at his muscles contracting as he moved to undress. He had very nice and very toned chest and abs.
His otherwise pointy eyes widened when he saw you standing at the doorstep. “O-Oi, idiot! Close the damned door!” he shrieked.
“Sorry!” you apologized then slammed the door closed. “I just thought I should help you out!” you explained through the door.
“I don’t need your help! Just finish what you’re doing!” he responded, screaming.
--TIMESKIP--
You went to the large ballroom with Aomine in tow. He looked so nice in a dark grey tuxedo girls couldn’t help but look his way.
You smirked as you nudge his elbow. “For the first time ladies so you as someone more than just a scary troll.” You said mockingly earning a loud grunt from the tall male.
Actually, you couldn’t believe his transformation yourself. He really does look stunning.
As the two of you walked down the main entrance. Aomine looked at your back and tugged lightly on the ribbon, “(Y/n) your lace’s loose.” He stated casually.
“What?” you asked as you turned your head to see.
The tall male held your waist to keep you steady. The feeling of his hands on you made you blush,
“I’ll do it.” He said before gently pulling the lace, tightening around your body. He then tied it to a knot. “There, geez, be a little careful next time.”
You smiled and thanked him.
“If your dress falls off everyone’s gonna see your boobs.” He continued making you smack him in the forehead.
“For a second I thought you were being a gentleman!” you fumed then walked off.
“Ah, (Y/n)-chan! You look great!” Momoi greeted as she looked at you from head to toe, not minding that she looked pretty stunning herself.
The pink-head led you to your table just in front of the stage.
“You stay here with Dai-chan.” He said with a wink.
You turned to look at Aomine, who was already bored before the program could even start.
“Hey, Daiki…” you called, gaining his attention. He doesn’t seem to notice the eyes of girls looking at him.
“What do you want now, (Y/n)?” he asked.
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The whole night passed with the two of you just sitting, talking to each other. You wouldn’t want it any other way. And besides, the idiot was rarely this cooperative, might as well enjoy it.
“Okay, guys, we are nearing the conclusion of tonight’s event~” Momoi announced happily through the microphone.
“Just one more song and we’re done! So if you want to dance with that special someone, do it now~!”
You looked at Aomine who seemed to be half-asleep by that time. You were about to ask him to dance when a boy came to you.
Followed by another one, and another one. You were shocked that you were that popular with men.
“I-I’m not—. You tried to protest but was cut off when you felt someone wrap his strong arm around you, pulling you off.
“Sheesh! You are too troublesome!” Aomine complained as he pulled you to the center of the ballroom.
“I’m really sorry.” You looked down.
For a few minutes it was silent between the two of you. You were surprised when the tall male pulled your hands over his shoulders just in time for the last song to begin.
“Just go with it.” He commanded looking away from you, his cheeks blushing.
The two of you danced for three minutes and before the song could finish, the idiot kissed your forehead and spoke.
“Your date couldn’t come cause I put food poison in his lunch.”
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I have a job interview tomorrow as a grade school English teacher.
I’m hesitant actually.
Because I am graduate of Psychology.
Anyway Que Sera Sera
Good Day!
#ivannaaberdeen
