Friday Night (Guy crush)

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(Based on Real Life)

(Y/N P.O.V)
We have been planning this Friday night for two weeks. The plans have been constantly changing but we finally figured it out last minute. We started heading to the homecoming game that we planned on go to early but we were preoccupied. My friends and I were stuck in the parking lot with a stalled car.

I was already in a bad mood and then my father decided to add onto that with him blaming me. So when he finally got there and took the then fixed car home and left us with my mothers car, I had a sour taste in my mouth.

The game began and it was decent, we walked around for a bit and it was fun. About 20 minutes into the game, my friend, Brian and I spotted our other mutual friends and hung out with them. One of our mutual friends just so happens to be the guy I like, (C/n). I've liked him ever since freshman year but I've never confessed to him. I was always to scared because he was a grade level above me.

So we sat with them and hung out the majority of the game, which ended early with 37-0. The entire time, I was trying to flirt and hint that I was single but I'm terrible at it so I'm not sure if I got the message across to him. I thought I did because we very touchy in a good way but I'm sure if he does that to just anyone.

When the game ended, my friends and I compacted into my mothers small car and drove back to my house. We had an hour to kill until the homecoming dance since the games ended early. So we decided to smoke before the dance, we were going to smoke after but things change.

We got changed and and grabbed everything we needed for both the dance and to smoke. I drove everyone, again compacted in a tiny car, down the street to the local church. It was after hours and there was a huge parking lot in the back so we knew we wouldn't get caught.

We smoked the blunt and we sprayed ourselves with perfume and drove to the school for the dance. We parked and finally walked inside. We were 30 minutes late but we still had an hour and a half. There was music blaring and it was dark with colorful lights coming from the DJ booth. We walked over to the table (c/n) was at. I sat next to him and we started to talk.

We talked for about 10 minutes until we heard Cumbia music come on, at this time I started to feel the high. I kept trying to get (C/n) on the floor but he said he couldn't dance. I ended up dragging him in with me and I showed him how to dance to the music. After going around the circle once, we started to hold hands.

My heart started to race and not just because we were dancing. After the song ends, we were still holding hands and I took notice. I quickly let go and I saw a small amount of disappointment in his face. We start walking back to our table in the back of the cafeteria. We sat next to each other in an awkward silence. I apologized for holding his hand and he quickly dismisses it.

I stand up and start to walk away to the restroom. I felt super embarrassed and on the verge of tears. I approached the girls restroom door. I really wasn't watching where I was headed, I just wanted to cry in a stall and forget that this ever happened.

I stepped foot into the doorway and I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It jerked me back into the hallway and all I felt was being so adrenaline rush through my veins. I looked up and wiped my tears to see it was him. He followed me to the restrooms but I didn't know why.

I quietly asked him, trying to fight back tears, "why did you follow me?" I didn't receive an answer, but a hug, a warm and calming hug. "Why did you let go of my hand?" I just pushed off of him a little and just looked at him. "I thought you didn't like it." I said with sadness in my voice. "If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

We just looked at each other and shared a small kiss, nothing more, nothing less. It was peaceful. We walk back inside and as we did, a slow song started to play. "May I have this dance?" I took his hand as he lead us to the dance floor. The rest of the night was slow songs and we just stayed there. My head on his chest, close together, as if we were in our own world.

I know I'll remember this night for the rest of my life.

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