Big Red's POV
I wait outside Ashlyn's house with the engine still on, ready to get moving again as soon as she steps in. Today is the day of the dance, and Ashlyn either had to walk to school from her house, which would take at least 20 minutes, or she could get a ride from me, and I was more than happy to offer my car.
However, my plan to leave right away gets shattered when she steps out of her house wearing a turquoise dress, my favorite colour, with a white blouse layered beneath it. She always has really intricate outfits with pieces that wouldn't necessarily match on anyone else, but on her it just works. It's easy to make anything look beautiful on such a beautiful girl.
"Hey," she says as she climbs into my car.
It takes me a moment to get past my awe so that I can respond, "Hi."
"You look good," she says.
I glance down at my dark green quit with my grey plaid bow tie. I look fine, but I'm not even close to her level.
"You look—" I try to come up with a word to accurately describe my thoughts but I can't, so I settle for "—really good."
Her stare stays with mine, and I can see the reflection of the streetlights in her eyes. I can't be sure in this lighting, but I think she's blushing. I know I am.
Eventually, she looks to the road and says, "Shall we go?"
I collect my thoughts enough so that I can remember how to drive.
"We shall," I say, shifting the gear out of park.
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Ashlyn's POV
"Big Red, Ashlyn," Mr. Mazzara greets at the table.
He scans his clipboard and highlights our names.
"You two are at table 14."
"Uh, both of us?" I say, surprised.
I glance over at Big Red who doesn't seem to know what's going on either.
"Yes," Mazzara confirms. "Now go. You're holding up the line."
Big Red and I step aside and start into the gym as our teacher waves us away.
"That's a nice coincidence," he says as we walk together.
I feel my hand brush against his, and it causes me to jerk to the right, away from him, creating a bit more space. I shouldn't be that close to him. He's not my date. My date is the girl who smiles at me from the table, alongside Malaak, Ricky and Nini. Emilia's suit is plain black, not at all measuring up to fun of Big Red's, but her green hair makes up for the lack of colour, glowing in the black lights of the East High gym. Ricky eyes me the whole time while I take the empty seat between him and Emilia, on the opposite side of the table from Big Red.
"Nice suit," I say to Emilia as Big Red greets his own date.
"Thanks," she responds. "Nice dress."
"So," Ricky says, tugging my attention toward him, "Big Red drove you here?"
"Yes," I reply.
He nods for a moment before adding, "Turquoise is his favorite colour, but I figure you probably knew that."
I may have. Okay, I totally have. Why does he think I wore this dress?
"Cool," I reply, and Ricky lets out a sigh as I turn back to Emilia.
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Wingmen | Redlyn
Hayran Kurgu(Completed) When Big Red Redonovich and Ashlyn Caswell find themselves in the same situation, liking someone who doesn't like them back, they agree to be each other's wingmen to help them get the girls they want. However, their friendship gets a lit...
