.:{Imagines}:. ~ IM5

Dana Imagine for Anon

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I hope you like your Imagine! I changed the plot a bit, I hope you don't mind...!

~ Alana

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You trudge to your locker, still half dead from yet another sleepless night of finishing overdue projects and last minute homework. There's a pep-rally at your school later on for homecoming next week. Everyone is already fireed up for Spirit Week, but you couldn't care less. Homecoming was just a glorfied low-budget dance, but girls treated it like the Oscars. So what? You dress up, drink spiked punch, sit in a corner, dateless, and then you go home. It was a waste of time, and you were only going because your friends, who all had dates, had been badgering you to go. You'd be the only single one, much to your chagrin.

You grab your books quickly, almost tardy for the third time this week. You slam the locker door shut, only to be greeted by, surprisingly, Dana Vaughns, leaned up against the locker beside yours, smiling shyly.

You raise your eyebrows, eyeing to clock suspended over the girls' bathroom doorway nervously.

"Caaan I help you?"

He stands up straighter. "You're {Y/N}. right?"

You nod. "That's me. What's up?" Surprisingly enough, it was going smoothly, so far. Dana Vaughns was the captain of your school's varsity football team, and undeniabley the most popular, most gorgeous creature you'd ever layed your eyes on. It was intimidating to be talking to him alone like this since you'd never actually had the courage to speak to him before.

He takes off his Steelers snapback, raking through his mop of curly hair. "I was just, uh, wondering... did you already have a date to the homecoming dance?"

Your breath catches in your throat. "N-no..." You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "Well, no one's really asked yet..."

He puffs air into his cheeks, exhaling slowly. He points to your locker. "This is yours, right?"

You nod. "Yeah...?"

He nods. "Good. I mean... okay. Alright. Thanks." He turns away and continues down the hall, leaving you in comfusion and silence.

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You can barely keep your mind off of Dana for the rest of the day. What did he actually want? He couldn't have genuinely cared if you had a date or not. What was weirder was that he asked about your locker. Maybe someone had dared him to talk to you, and he couldn't think of anything better to say. Or maybe he was asking for a friend. A very, very desparate friend. You tried to shake it off. You were usually so hard to get, but you didn't know what it was about Dana that just... did something to you.

The bell rings, dismissing everyone to the pep-rally. You unfortunately don't catch a glimpse of Dana anywhere in the hallway, but you find an even better surprise.

A trail of roses leads out from your locker. The red petals are fragrant and fresh. A note is stuck in between the door, and you rip it off instantly.

Follow the path? Xx

You narrow your eyebrows, reading it over and over again. "The path," you whisper, under your breath. You even see other students following it, staring at you as you walk by, note in your hand. It must've been a mistake, not meant for you, but you follow anyways.

The "path" winds down the hall, red and white petals leading the way to none othe rthan the large gym, where all your school's pep-rallies were held,

You arch your eyebrows. The enterance to the gym was crowded, and you could barely peer over their shoulder to see what everyone was yapping about.

The enite football team was gathered in the center of the gym, when you had finally pushed your way past the crowd of people. The enire football team was also dressed in their uniforms.

That is, except for Dana.

He stood in the center of it all, clutching a single, long-stemmed red rose in his hands, tapping his feet nervously. He looked up in time to see you, and slowly, a smile tugged on his lips. He winked at the school band, and they instantly started playing a slow, romantic song. You tense up, and soon, all eyes are on you.

Dana begins walking over to you, and behind him, eleven members of the team crouch down, holding up individual signs that, in turn, spell out, "H-O-M-E-C-O-M-I-N-G-?"

You clamp your hand over your mouth, and you soon begin to feel faint. The walls are closing in on you, and the only thing you can see is blurry.

Dana holds out the rose to you, hopefully, as a million different things rush through your head.

"So?" he asks shyly.

You take the rose with shaky hands. "I-I do-don't know..." you whisper, avoidig his eyes and looking down at your shoes.

He pouts. "C'mon, pleeeaaase?"

You stare at the rose for a while, a long while. Suddenly, you look up at him, and without even thinking, you blurt out, "Yes, of course I will."

His eyes brighten instantly, and he grabs you by the waist gently, pulling you into a hug, which you accept with gratitude, despite your pounding heart. People all around you clap and whistle, but the sound of your own jumble thoughts drown them out into oblivion.

Maybe homecoming wouldn't be so bad this year, after all.

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I hope you enjoyed it! I'm not sure if it's what you'd expected, but I tried my best? I'm running out of plots here, guys...

~ Alana