Scenario 5

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So this image is going to be an x reader type of chapter.


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Key:

(Y/N) - your name

(H/N) - crush's name

also, this takes place during senior year grad party


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(Y/N)'s POV

"And now we'd like all the female graduates on the floor for the father-daughter dance." the DJ said into the mic as all the girls entered the dance floor. I let out a big sigh as I fiddled with my bracelet. Even though my parents were divorced, he could've at least came. I looked up and watched all the girls dance with their dads.

"Wow, her dad didn't even come." 

"I kinda feel bad. But not that bad, haha." 

The boys on the table next to me snickered, making me feel slightly embarrassed. To get my mind off of the topic, I started to play with the fabric of my dress. 

The song barely started, but it's felt like forever

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The song barely started, but it's felt like forever . . . when was this gonna end?

I looked back down and clicked my nails (if you have short nails - fiddled with my dress some more) until I heard someone clear their voice. I looked up next to me to see someone in a tux and a tie matching the color of my dress. Their hair was brown, curly and unruly on their head. The lighting in the hall gave them a tan look. I was still able to notice the few faded freckles on the bridge of their nose.

(H/N).

"Hey." 

"Hey."

We looked at each other in silence, a wave of awkwardness flooding over us. 

"Shouldn't you be with your dad or . . ." I asked her, playing with the cloth napkin sitting on the table.

"Ahh, you see I have lesbian parents and well, they are too drunk to dance." She giggles out.

"Already? Haha, it barely turned 8:30," I laughed out, (H/N) joining me. Then . . . the awkwardness returned.

Before speaking, (H/N) cleared her throat and asked: "I know I'm not your dad, but would you like to dance?" She held her hand out while biting her lower lip in anticipation. My hand moved to (H/N)'s hand as if it had a mind of its own. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor.

"Ahh sorry," I whispered as I accidentally stepped on her foot. "I don't know how to dance."

"It's fine. I asked my moms to sign me up for dance classes so I could dance with that special someone. Just follow my lead." She giggled out.

"that special someone"

Those three words hit me hard. She likes someone.

"Umm . . .w-who's that special someone? If you don't mind me asking."

"You . . ."

I stared deep into her honey brown eyes, cupping her cheek that was slowly turning red. I smiled at her before I slowly leaned into her. My other hand was shaking slightly, my mind was repeating the same sentence over and over, "Don't screw up... don't screw up." But the sound of my heart was beating so loudly I couldn't concentrate. It felt like it was going to explode.

Finally, my lips touched her. Sparks flew in every direction, and the world was slowly disappearing around us, along with all of our worries, our troubles, and our problems. She made me feel like none of that mattered. It was a small yet warm kiss. I honestly never knew a kiss so innocent could be so intimate and electrifying. Her lips were moving in perfect sync, my hands feeling her waist; I pulled her closer, the kiss deeper, more passionate. A smile grew on my face. Finally, we pulled apart.

"I really like you, (Y/N)."

"I really like you, too, (H/N)."


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Soooo . . . IDK was this good? Sry for Spelling and grammar! 

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