Dinah Jane Imagines/ One Shots (lesbian)

Friday ... I'm In Love

It was 15:30. School is technically over for the day, except I have the weekly after school class for history to attend. On a Friday night, too. I was already falling asleep during my final period and now, with another hour to go, I'm ready for death.

I trudge into the class with my bag hung over my shoulder and sit quietly at the back of the class. At least this teacher know's what they're doing, unlike half of them. He begins rambling about the Weimar Republic as I scribble down some notes about Adolf Hitler and his hatred, with the remaining six people in the class doing the same.

After the longest hour of my life, I escape the classroom first and speed-walk towards the exit doors. They're like a glistening ray of hope as I realize it's almost 5pm and I'm not even out of school yet.

I catch a glisten of long golden hair coming out of the corridor to the left of me. I've only ever seen her from behind. From the front though, it's a whole different perspective. She was beautiful. I had to snap my head away so I wouldn't be caught staring.

Her eyes were a bright, brown color and her cheeks were flushed with warmth. She was glowing with happiness. I continue, going home and not thinking much more about the golden-haired beauty I'd just encountered. I probably won't run into her again.

*following week*

Friday, again. This meant yet another lesson after school. This time I sit with my friend from history class, Shawn.

Me and Shawn had been friends since we were six years old. We'd hang out sometimes, and history was much more fun with him. He was almost as gay as I am- just obviously swung the other way.

I walk with Shawn to the exit that day, surprised when I see the golden haired figure walk out in front of us, her backpack slung over her shoulder. I don't mention anything to Shawn and we continue walking, this time to hang out at Shawn's place for the evening.

*

Over the next few weeks, the girl with golden hair leaves at the same time as I do, and I see her every time. I want to put a name to the golden hair girl and stunningly beautiful features, but I'm too shy and intimidated by the smallest of things. I bail yet again, and go home.

*

I still see her every Friday, but I've never spoken to her. I leave a little early from class one afternoon a few weeks later, happy I'm going home earlier but disappointed that I won't see a certain hazel-eyed beauty.

As I'm walking past the area of corridor that I usually see the golden haired girl, I hear a light piano from the music room down the hall. I wonder straight away if it's her.

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I follow the corridor towards the sound and peek through the window of the of the room it's coming from. I gasp lightly when my senses turn out to be true.

The beautiful girl is sat at the piano, playing a simple melody of something I'm sure I've never heard before.

I listen closely as she opens her mouth and begins to sing words I've definitely never heard before. Her voice is angelic. It's beautiful and unusual yet in the best way.

"Would you lie for me?


Cross your sorry heart and hope to die for me?


Would you pin me to a wall?


Would you beg or would you crawl?


Stick a needle in your hungry eyes for me?"


I continue to listen, right up until she finishes the song. I don't react quick enough when she gets up, grabs her bag and goes to leave.