The teachers ushered you and the rest of your grade into the assembly hall.
Ugh, these things were always so boring. Not to mention the benches you had to sit on were built to be uncomfortable.
In the river of stampeding students you and your friend Zoe got separating. After a super dramatic separating scene where you both reached for one another a teacher shoved you onto a bench ordering you to scoot down.
Did I mention you hate school assemblies?
You scooted down, low-key glaring at the teacher who had ruined your epic moment, until you bumped into none other than (c/n). You flashed a quick look back at the teacher who you could have sworn snickered while walking away.
Your crush gave you a smile and you returned it.
Did I mention you love school assemblies?
You tried to focus on the principal blabbering about not cheating on tests.
"Who here has never cheated on a test?"
You raised your hand accidentally brushing up against (c/n)'s.
You gave him a questioning look as you lowered your hand.
"I only cheat on worksheets, okay?" he whispered.
You laugh under your breath.
"Cheating can lead to expelling..." the principal continued.
A warmth covered your hand. Your heart stopped for a moment, as you risked a glance at your hand.
Sure enough (c/n)'s hand was covering yours his stoic face focused much too intently on the principal's tragedies about getting caught while cheating.
You slowly moved your hand interlacing your fingers. (C/N) let out a breath you didn't know he had been holding.
The rest of the assembly seemed to whiz by and you dreaded the moment (c/n) would let go of your hand.
He didn't, though.
Everyone else, including the teachers, rushed out to lunch as the two of you sat there staring at the empty auditorium stage as though the principal was still talking.
The last of the ASB (associate student body) left from cleaning up, unaware of the two students tucked in the corner of the last row. The lights flicked off, encasing you both in darkness.
"(C/N)," you said finally turning to face the dimly lit figure beside you.
"(Y/N)," he replied staring into your eyes. The surrounding darkness seeming to fade away more than it had already.
Unsure of what overcame you both, you kissed. His scolding hot lips encased yours pushing you down onto the bench.
"I-I love you," he said, quietly. His voice echoing gently in the darkness.
It seemed so foreign. So unreal. Here with him in the warm darkness of your school auditorium. Kissing him. Him confessing to you.
"(Y/N)?"
"I love you too," you said, pulling him against you.
Whatever his response was melted into a groan as you kissed him.
"Please tell me this isn't a dream," he breathed into your neck.
"I certainly hope not."
The sound of door opening and shutting echoed.
"Anyone there?" came the voice of Mr. Golden the theatre teacher who frequently ate lunch in his office behind the theatre.
You and (c/n) shared a glance, quietly sneaking out, never letting go of each other's hands.
