Hell To Lovers

Chapter 11

AN: lots of FourTris fluff and this is a hella long chapter

We walk into the Prom room and my ears are met with Ain't It Fun by Paramore.

I smile.

I love this song.

I love every song by Paramore actually.

Tobias smiles at me.

"What?" I ask confused.

"You're just so adorable," He tells me, slipping his arms around my waist and bending down to whisper in my ear "It's nice to see you not scowl in my presence."

I laugh and agree. "Yeah, well It's nice to have a boyfriend who likes my smiles."

He smiles and kisses my nose, "And a boyfriend who thinks you're adorable, and beautiful, and brave, and perfect."

I blush and close my eyes.

No one has ever thought of me as beautiful, let alone perfect, brave, and adorable.

I hear a sudden stop of music and screech of microphone, and my eyes fly open and I turn to see Uriah, Zeke, Marlene, Shauna, and Lynn on the stage.

Uriah is in front of a microphone, Zeke is standing off the the right of Uriah with a bass guitar, Marlene is on the left of Uriah on lead guitar, Shauna is on keyboard next to Marlene and Lynn, is on the drums in the back.

I chuckle a little as Uriah does a weird pose then leans into the mic.

"WE ARE 'THE SEXY WOMBATS'!"

Zeke facepalms and Marlene laughs, while Lynn looks like she could give less of a shit and Shauna frowns.

The whole crowd laughs, so do Tobias and I.

Uriah rolls his eyes and they all start playing Teenagers.

Me and Tobias move into the crowd.

"They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do"

Most of the school starts jumping while me and Tobias stand there and look around

"Because the drugs never work

They're gonna give you a smirk

'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean

They're gonna rip up your heads,

Your aspirations to shreds

Another cog in the murder machine"

By now I'm starting to sway.

"They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me"

Tobias grabs my hips and we sway together to the beat of the drums

"The boys and girls in the clique

The awful names that they stick

You're never gonna fit in much, kid

But if you're troubled and hurt