F/C - favorite color
H/C - hair color
H/T - hair type (curly, strait, long, ect.)
Y/N - your name
N/N - nick name
E/C - eye color
YOUR PoV
I sighed as Chara dragged me into the next party. We were in our last year of high school, and we had become famous as, 'the fab gang' speaking of that...
"UH OH, CLEAR THE FLOOR, HERE COMES THE FAB GANG!" the familiar choruses echoed as Chara dragged me by my hand. And sure enough, people made a spot on the dance floor for the two of us.
Chara dragged me onto the glowing floor, and let go of my hand. We both started dancing, and I began singing along to the song, until "Hey hun" oh boy, here comes the flirts. A guy wrapped his arm around my waist, and before I could retort, I was pulled back
"Mine" a low voice growled, I looked up and saw the snowy white hair of my best friend. The flirt growled, before walking away, mumbling "stupid over-protective boyfriend" I blushed slightly, boyfriend!?
Chara played with my H/C, H/T hair, sitting down next to me. I looked at them, my E/C eyes lighting up. "W-What?" he asked, half laughing. I got up, dragging him back onto the dance floor. He laughed, dancing with me.
This is what I love about my friend, he just goes with what comes, and makes sure I'm safe.
YOU ARE READING
THE FAB GANG! {Male!CrossChara X Female!Reader
FanfictionI've been friends with Chara since him and his brother-like figure, Cross, came to the surface. He often dragged me to parties, and somehow, my socially awkward self became famous. Or at least for my standards. We had become known as 'THE FAB GANG'...
