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FLOPPING ON WAYNE'S BED i let out an exaggerated sigh and snuggle against the comforter. wayne followed shortly behind. fidgeting the whole way up the stairs. the room was quiet— if you didn't count the ambient crickets outside wayne's window. it felt comforting to not have to make up for awkward silence once in awhile.
so, maybe getting drunk with hagler high's infamous delinquent wasn't the smartest idea. although it certainly was the funnest. i had met wayne two months back. bloodied and bruised, sitting on the swing set. took him home to patch him up, and soon after became quick friends. but that was awhile ago now. only it felt like yesterday. wayne had been pacing back and forth around the room. seemingly looking for something. scrounging drawers & his wardrobe for the item. sitting up from the bed, i steer my gaze towards the brunette boy.
"whatta ya' lookin' for?" i mumble to him. furrowing my eyebrows together. instead of an answer, he fumbled around with some cassette tapes a bit more. his rapid movement suddenly stopped. the confusion-suspense grew by the second. he turned in glee, and grinned holding up a cassette tape in his right hand. i cocked a brow. "a cassette tape, what is this, the 90s?" he only grinned wider, turning back to his retro boombox and inserting the tape.
the once quiet room was now filled with punk rock, blasting through the amps. even stranger, he began to jump like a fish out of water and flail around to his hearts content. thrashing furiously to the music. he managed to knock over some tapes, sending them to the floor. i admit to cracking a smile at his odd nature. it wasn't everyday you witness such a person in action. his movements came to a holt as he peered over to me, out of breath.
leaning over the dresser he says, "so, you uh... like this kind-of music?" wayne asked. i smile at him. "i can dig it," he smirked. i jumped up from the foot of the bed and join him to look through some of his music. nirvana, the pixies, smashing pumpkins etc. i smile and caress the box. striking up an idea. i give him a side-glance and he just gives me a toothy-grin with his arms crossed, leaning against the dresser. "damn, wayne... you got all the good shit," his stature becomes valiant, proud he impressed you. "some of its my dads old things," the brunette said.
"oh, so hence the hank williams then?" i tease. peeking at him, he looks away in embarrassment. "i'm just messing with you dork," i say chuckling. walking back to bed i exhale a little heated, couldn't decide if it was from wayne or my hoodie and jeans. without thinking i began to undress. removing my hoodie leaving the floral tank underneath on. unbuttoning the jeans and slipping them off i put them back into my bag. leaving me in my pink panties. half-naked in front of a boy, i may or may have not caught feelings for.
wayne breath hitches in his throat at sight of her, eyes instinctively glancing towards her ass. turning around flipping her locks free out of the necklace innocently. "sorry, i was hot... i hope you don't mind," of course wayne didn't mind, his new-found crush was standing in such a fantasy like state. blinking, trying to change the subject, "so uh, what do wanna do now?" wayne asks.
she simply laughed clutching his hand, to his surprise— of course. guiding him to end of the bed, her hands pushed him down by his shoulders. it was now his turn in being the confused one. "we," she started, spinning around to grab a cassette. rummaging through the semi-organized cassette stand. "— are goin' to listen to something i like," wayne watched her fingers pick up tapes reading them, then putting them back. this intrigued him more. continuing the search for the perfect tape, he observed her closely. wayne had never met anyone like y/n before. she had excited him in no way anyone had before. the way her (h/l) (h/c) effortlessly laid on down her neck. to the chipped (f/c) nail polish, that decorated her fingernails. topped with the blue-ish bruises that littered her knees.
"holy fuck," y/n exclaimed. breaking wayne from his daydream. her eyes lit up at the video-cassette. ablazed, she turned to wayne excitedly practically jumping with gee. he broke a smile to her giddiness. "the cure! shit, i haven't listened to them since i was kid." y/n says, inserting the tape. as the intro began to just like heaven a genuine smile spread through lips at the nostalgic tune. "didn't think ya'd like the cure?" wayne spoke up. turning her head to look at him, she says, "what? are you kidding? i would practically die for them..." closing her eyes she started swaying to beat.
show me, show me, show me how you do that trick the one that makes me scream she said the one that makes me laugh she said threw her arms around my neck
the course began, as y/n began to lip-sync with another tape— to act as a microphone.
show me how you do it and i'll promise you i'll promise that i'll run away with you, i'll run away with you. she 'sings' to wayne, accompanied by her theatrical dancing. further pushing how into the song a̶n̶d̶ w̶a̶y̶n̶e̶— she was.
spinning on that dizzy edge kissed her face and kissed her head dreamed of all the different ways, I had to make her glow
why are you so far away she said why won't you ever know that i'm in love with you? that i'm in love with you?
singing the last part, dramatically pointing towards wayne, who was staring with such impassion. she giggled those last lyrics out, truly meaning it. "what? don' like my dancing?" y/n says incitingly. he blinked and stuttered, "it's uh, different?" he says— or more so questions.
"shut up!" y/n laughs, "not all of us can be blessed with such amazing dance moves" she says. this is hits her with an idea, "speaking of which," stepping closer to wayne, entwining her fingers into his. pulling him from the bed, abruptly colliding into her chest. "it's kinda the only move i know," he says, scratching his neck. "perfect."
daylight licked me into shape i must have been asleep for days and moving lips to breathe her name i opened up my eyes
she lip-syncs, beginning to dance again, shaking her shoulders teasingly. he picks up her pace and starts to slowly begins to flamboyantly flail around the room. enticing her to further keep up him. the teens carelessly twirling & spinning their hearts out. one in their underwear and their staple grey hoodie. she takes peeks between each move to see him prancing so goofily. y/n swears she had never laughed so much. with wayne never feeling more himself.
and found myself alone, alone, alone above a raging sea that stole the only girl i loved and drowned her deep inside of me
wayne taking her hand spinning her, around in-sync with the song fading out. both teens panting out, gasping for air. after taking in each others breaths. they make brief eye contact, before y/n slaps his shoulder and breaks out in giggles. her nose cutely schrunching up, making wayne smile. "god, wayne i've never met anyone like you," she says. "and i've never met anyone so beautiful,"
comfortable silence filled the air, as she just admired him. taking his hazel eyes, in her (e/c) ones. she gave him a smile, in which he returned. it's kind of funny, the stranger i had met in the park made me feel more in two months, than anyone has in two years.
