FREEDOM #WATTPRIDE

Prom Kings

(16-year-old Ashley POV)

"You should wear flower crowns more often, they look good on you,"

 I tell Jonathan as we step out of the ballroom and walk down the empty staircase, reaching a small plateau I adjust my crown and stand up straight,

 "I feel like a real king in this," 

I say with a gruff voice and Jonathan laugh at my stupidity,

 "Yeah sure, all hail king Ashley,"

 he chuckles and I puff out my chest.

 "Bow to me peasant," 

I command and he rolls his light gray eyes, then takes off his crown, placing it at his heart and elegantly bows, taking my hand in his and gently kissing it. 

There's a weird shocking sensation in my hand as his lips touch my knuckles and he looks up at me, 

"Are you satisfied, your majesty?" He asks with a sly smirk,

 "No, you could never satisfy me," I scoff and pull my hand away. 

Jonathan stands up straight and comes close, so close that our chest touch and his face is only inches away from mine.

 There was some strange spark in eyes that I had never seen before.

 "Are you sure about that?" 

He asks and I feel myself blush. Fuck, he was so hot, but he's my best friend. This must be a joke. 

"Ashley, I need to tell you..." 

I'm suddenly shoved sideways, tumbling down the stairs at maximum force. 

The laughing ensues and I look up to see Tyler, my now ex-boyfriend staring down at me with a group of his friends. 

"I can't believe I dated such an idiot, I guess he's the fallen prom king now,"

Jonathan shakes himself out of his shock and punches Tyler in the face.

 A fight ensues on the small plateau and I just stare up in a state of amazement. Tyler's friends join him and they try to get Jonathan in a corner but he fights his way through. Beating each of them, while they can only land a few blows. 

With everyone who tried to attack him now rolling on the ground, Jonathan dust off his suit jacket and walks down the stairs to join me. 

Everyone from high school fills the top of the staircase and watch as Jonathan holds his hand out to me. 

"Only I can call you an idiot. Now fix your jaw and let's go." 

He says and helps me up. 

"Jonathan you're bleeding."

 I grab a wet towel and gently dab at the small gash above his left eyebrow. Tyler's one punch narrowly missed his eye.

 "I'll be fine Ash," 

Jonathan groans as he leans against the kitchen counter of my apartment where I lived alone. 

"It looks pretty deep, maybe...you should..." 

I trail off when our eyes meet and the tension between us was almost tangible. He gently reaches out and grabs my waist, taking a step closer.

"Thank you,"

 I manage to get out even though I felt like I had forgotten how to breathe.

 "For what?" 

His face softens and I drop the wet towel, my hands now gently rested on his shoulders. 

"For everything. You really turned my whole prom night around you know,"

 I say nervously and his head slowly comes closer to mine. 

"Mhm, you know this would be the part where you tell me, 'OH, Johnny I don't know what I would have done without you'!" 

He says and I wanted to hit him, but for the first time in my life my body rejects the idea. 

"Only in your dreams," 

I scoff, his head was so close to mine that I could feel myself blushing again and my heart starts to race. If I moved just a little bit closer I could kiss him. 

"I didn't have to save you,"

 He says as he pulls my hips and I trip into him, our chest now touching. The tension only growing stronger. 

"Mmm no, you just wanted to be a show-off. But who would you be impressing?"

I whisper with my voice and lips trembling, slowly losing my shit.

The sly smirk grows across his face. 

"You." 

He finally kisses me softly and I close my eyes. Taking in his soft lips and feeling like I was going to explode with excitement.

 He pulls away and I open my eyes to stare into his, I now registered that look he was giving me earlier. It was love. 

"I think it worked."

 He says and I roll my eyes, 

"Shut up,"

 I kiss him again but harder and his hands gently drift along the curves of my body. This strange tingly feeling enters my very soul and I wanted to kiss him harder and harder.

 I wanted to kiss him for the rest of the night, 

or maybe the rest of my life.

 "Wait..mmm...are we like...a thing now?" 

I ask in between his sexy aggressive kisses and he stops. Giving me a look, 

"Of course, now stop asking stupid questions and come here,"