I know some of you are waiting for my other stories but i am having a "writers block" maybe? (if i am a writer, of course).
But this story is something I just can't get out of my head. I had to post it. I just had to.
"Dude, you're seriously not going?"
"Sanky. For the hundredth time, yes. It's not like I have a date-"
"There are at least twenty girls waiting in line to be your prom date at the snap of your fingers, Lucky."
Laksh snorts loudly, throwing the ball hard at his best friend's face, but Sanskar evades it seamlessly. It's not that he wants the dude to get hurt, he just wants Sanskar to shut up about prom, you know? It just- it makes him uncomfortable.
"What do you care? I thought the lady killer didn't care about lame school dances."
"Okay, Lucky(sing song)
a: it's fucking prom.
b: I don't give a shit about the dance, it's the getting" laid" (making quotes using his hands) part that I care about. And you're my best friend. Seriously, man. It's been like, years. You need to get over Payal-"
"I am over her."
"Uh, no you're not," Sanskar says, making a free throw. He turns to give Laksh the finger when he misses.
"Uh, yes I am," Laksh mimics, picking the ball up off the ground. He chooses to ignore Sanskar as he throws the ball into the basket, turning to give the guy a smirk. Sanskar rolls his eyes for like a second before he opens his big mouth again.
"Then. go. to. prom, jerk." said Sanskar emphasising each word and and putting extra efforts in punctuating jerk.
"Shut it, moron. I told you-" said laksh or at least tried to but was interrupted.
"Hey guys."
His head snaps towards the kitchen door at the sound of her voice, turning to send her a quick smile. Ragini stands in the doorway. She's still carrying her backpack, and she looks a little breathless, and he's pretty sure she just ran all the way home.
"Hey Ragu," he says quietly, sending her a small wave. She beams at him for one blinding second, before she turns it down a few notches to look at Sanskar.
"This idiot here isn't going to prom," Sanskar tells his sister. Laksh rolls his eyes. "Tell him that he's being a dumbass."
"Why is he being a dumbass?" she asks nonchalantly, picking up the ball at her feet to throw it back towards Sanskar.
"Because it's fucking prom!" exclaims, catching it and throwing the ball back down in frustration before he groans. "Am I the only one who understands how high school works around here?"
Ragini shrugs, tugging at the straps of her backpack almost nervously. God, she's fucking cute.
🎶"you're a sunflower" 🎶
"I don't know. I still have to wait two years before I worry about it. Anyway, mom called you in. There's something wrong with the pipe in her room."
Sanskar groans, turning back towards the hoop for another free throw. The ball goes in this time.
"Tell her I'm busy," he says.
"Sansk-"
"I'm on a winning streak, here! Hey, dude," Sanskar turns towards Laksh, his face lighting up at what is undoubtedly the thought of shrugging his duties of to his friend, as always. "You know how to fix pipes, right? You used to work at the auto shop."
"Yeah, to fix cars."
"Same difference," Sanskar says dismissively. "Can you go see what's up? You know I don't know shit about plumbing."
