Pack + Sidemen Story Prompts

Oblivious

Hello, and welcome to yet another story prompt based on my depressingly hilarious love life. Comment your thoughts because I'm curious who of the pack/sidemen you all think these would happen to. (lol and feel free to make fun of how oblivious I am, I know, I'm an idiot XD) and if you don't want to use it as a head canon, hopefully you can at least get a laugh out of my failure.

also, I'm sorry for making these so long. I feel like the longer I make them the harder it is for you guys to use them as one shots, cuz they're very specific, so I'll probably be cutting back on that from now on.

So I am, in general, the most utterly oblivious person in the world. Like I catch zero hints. In my ninth grade english class, there was a boy who (as I only found out waaaaay later) had a huge crush on me. And he was not subtle in any way. There were a couple things that happened in that class that I only later realized were quite obviously meant to be romantic. 

1. We were partners for some activity or another, and we'd been chatting for a couple minutes. I look down to write something down on my paper. When I look up, he's holding a rose. A literal, honest to goodness bright red thorn-stemmed rose. Now, looking back, the thought that should have gone through my brain was "Omg, this boy is giving me a rose!" but no, instead, my brain decides to have me blurt out, "where did you get that??" because we are thirty minutes into class, his backpack is on the other side of the room, the rose wasn't on his desk before now and he sure has heck hadn't moved since we partnered up, and the only thing my brain can logically come up with is 'how the frick did he manage to make a rose appear out of thin air???"

Now, clearly he was expecting a different question, or just didn't see it necessary to answer mine, because he responds "It's for you" as though somehow that will help me figure out how he just poofed a rose into existence. And again, this is where my obliviousness acts up, because still, instead of assuming "This boy brought a rose into class for me" I'm turning to "Alright, he somehow managed to make a rose appear, and he is giving it to me because he doesn't want it anymore, so my response is "What? no you keep it!" because if he can magically summon a rose then he has the right to keep that rose as a trophy of his victory over is telekinetic powers. 

At this point, my friend in the class is trying not to crack up in the seat opposite us because of course she knows what it means that he's giving me a rose, and she says "Leah take the rose, it's sweet" 

Now I see nothing sweet about this because that rose was somewhere before it was here and so logically he must've picked it outside the school which doesn't make any sense because there are no flowers outside my school, but my brain says "Wow he just picked that flower, rude, it's dying and you're just standing there blush- why is he blushing?" 

So with a lack of anything better to say, I continue to ask him "Where did you get the flower" because I'm genuinely curious and eventually he says "It was in my coat pocket." 

And whoopdy doo, guess what my brain asked next. 

"Why did you have a flower in your coat pocket?" because it was in there for a reason and I don't know what that reason could be. Did he just remember it was there? How long has it been in there? How is it not dead? 

By this point the entire class is focused in like its some sort of sit com, and a chant breaks out of "Take the rose, take the rose" and of course I shake my head and refuse because something's going on here and I must get to the bottom of this. 

Now maybe he was just as oblivious as I was because, when my face reddens in confusion and because all of the class is staring at me, he laughs and says "aww you're blushing. That's adorable, here!" and he tries to put the rose behind my ear in what I assume would be a cute cliche in a romance movie, but my mind is on hyper alert suspicion mode, so I (of course, because what other course of action could I take?) Karate-chop his hand out of the way.

He had to go to the nurse

I never did take the rose, or find out where he got it. 

2. He walked up to me after class a couple weeks later, probably thinking "If she doesn't even understand the rose, surely this will be obvious enough that even she understands." Unfortunately, it wasn't. He stops me as I'm walking away from class and with a "Here, I wanted you to have this. I made it," hands me a small sheet of plywood with the shape of a heart cut out of the centre. 

Now, a thing you should know about me, I adore small objects. Like I used to play with carabiners or combination locks for hours, and I love the sound of wood pieces clacking together (Tris don't you dare comment one of your smirky emojis. I see you.), so I automatically think this is the coolest thing ever. (Read: coolest, not cutest or kindest or most romantic.) 

My first question leading to the inevitable train wreck this time is "Woah! how did you make this!!!" He grudgingly responds (Perhaps glad that I am even still talking to him and not walking away in confusion like I usually do when I get communicated with by other humans) that he made it with a laser for me in wood-shop class, because he thought I would like it. Now two things should stand out to me about this sentence. Two things that make it inherently romantic. The two words I caught were, you guessed it, laser and wood-shop. because I FREAKING LOVE LASERS. I immediately barrage him with questions of how do you cut out a heart with a laser, and does it look cool, and is that why the heart smells like a fireplace, and how is wood-shop, should I take it next year?

He answers all my questions, albeit slightly baffled, and I see my bus pull up to the curb. I say a quick goodbye and...

hand him the heart. In my defense, it was freaking cool, and I figured he should have it. I had already come to the conclusion that he had been making something in wood-shop and had needed a heart, so this was the spare piece that he cut it from. He looks at me confused for a second, and hands it back to me, saying "No, it's for you" almost in the same way you would imagine a parent telling an infant who keeps handing her birthday presents to the house cat. 

"oh." I say, still confused, but my bus is here so I can't really ask questions. "Thats super cool, thanks! good luck with your wood-shop project!" and I leave. 

One of his friends texted me saying that on the bus afterwards he was repeatedly bashing his head into the seat in front of him and screaming into his backpack at how difficult this was. 

oops.

3. I had genuinely no idea while this was happening that he literally, with 100% certainty, asked me on a date.  We had been talking about his favorite movies, a topic which I'm now sure he brought up purely as a way to segway into his proposal. Now, I have seen almost no movies ever. Seriously, when movies are involved, I'm about as clueless as 2014 Vik. So I've been told plenty of times "Oh my gosh you just have to see this movie"  "or how have you not seen that??" 

So when he said the same thing, I didn't really see anything strange about it. Until he kept saying it. and following it with things like "No literally, we have to see this movie, I think it's playing now, I'll pay for you, I refuse to let you live in darkness anymore." 

I kept laughing along. I was like oh yeah just casual banter. And I casually said that I don't really like movie theaters, they're kinda gross. 

Now, of course, his response was "So maybe we could go out for dinner? or to the park or something?" 

LITERALLY THERE WAS NO WAY TO BE MORE CLEAR AT THAT POINT.

My response, in all authenticity, was "but you can't watch a movie at a restaurant or at the park??" 

I think he gave up after that...