Napoleon Dynamite x Reader

Love at First Sight

The first day of school.  You just transferred from a school in Nevada, and your ready for a fresh start.

"Y/n!!! Have you eaten yet? Make sure you look good, you got to make a good impression with the teachers okay. Remember don't talk in class, pay good attention. You got to get a scholarship or you won't be goin' to college. You better get onto the football team boy." Your mom yells from downstairs.

"Yes mom." You reply dryly.

It's hard being closeted. Being gay in a homophobic family is exhausting. Your parents won't stop talking about getting a girlfriend and being on the football team, and being a gentleman. All you want is to study art. Painting has always been a passion but your parents think that art won't pay enough. They think that your art is a waste of time.

"Honey, make sure your nice to the lady's, you have to find a good woman sooner than later, I mean really y/n you still haven't had a girlfriend and at this point people probably think your.. gay." Your mom says with a disgusted tone of voice.

You could say so many things right now, but you know you shouldn't. What's wrong with being gay? I should be able to love who ever I want to. I mean you married dad just because he was tall and rich and even that didn't last. Nothing could be worse than your relationships.

Did you say any of that, no.

"Yes mom, I know." You reply, anger boiling inside of you.

"Now hurry along dear, you better not miss the bus." She says, while shooing you out the door.

As you walk to the bus stop you watch as a curly headed boy walks onto the bus. You can't help but stare. As you head onto the bus yourself you make sure to sit close enough to be able to see him. Curly red ish brown hair, glasses, and a book in hand. Your heart gives a flutter but you don't say anything.

As the bus pulls to a stop you quickly get off in attempts to follow this boy.

"H-hi I'm y/n, what's your name?" You ask awkwardly.

"Hi I- I'm - Im na—Napoleon." He says with a high voice. His cheeks flush red.

You think just maybe, he might be... gay?

As the day goes on you find out that your in all your classes together. As you get to know each other better the more you think that you might be falling in love. Is that bad?

"You you want to come over to my h-house today?" Napoleon asks you.

You blush and nod your head.

When you hop onto the bus Napoleon grabs a book from his backpack and opens it up. As you peek over his shoulder you see amazing drawings of ligers and crazy beasts.

"You draw!?" You ask in shock.

He nods his head.

"Your really good, can you teach me?" You ask hopefully.

He nods his head again once more. He hands you his pencil and explains how to shade with a pencil, as you try he laughs a little at how bad you are. He wraps his hard around yours and you can feel his breath on your neck as he leads your hand on the page. When he lets go, the drawing you made is shaded almost perfectly.

"Thank you." You say with a smile, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

He smiles at you, "your wel-welcome." He says.

Once you get back to his house he brings you to his room. Nervously, he puts a record on and begins to move around the room. You join in but your eyes are on him. As he sways around you realize he's dancing to the beat. The next song turns on and his eyes light up. He begins to move his hips and snap to the beat. As the songs goes on he dances.

"Your really good at dancing!" You say with a surprised expression. 

"I c-could may-be teach you.. if you want." He says.

You nod your head.

He comes behind you and holds your arms in place, you can feel his heart beat and he controls your body as you dance to the rhythm. You begin the get the hang of it and he turns around to dance with you. You two are swinging and spinning all around the room almost in perfect synchronized motions. The song ends and you end up in his arms.

"I think I like you.." you say staring into his eyes.

He's cheeks turn a bright pink. He's so cute. You can't resist. You pull him in and kiss him on the cheek. He blushes even more and laughs awkwardly.

"I'm sorry." You say, embarrassed. 

He looks at you and kisses you back. Laughing you both fall onto the bed together and just lay there listening to music. The world feels complete now that you have him. Your in love.

The End.
(I don't know why I wrote this but I hope y'all like it)