#TeenRomance

[aifanfictions]

write a stor about Jotaro Kujo from Jojos Bizzare Adventures falling in love with (y/n) who is his classmate. But (y/n) is scared of him at first because of his reputation and brooding looks and personality, so she initially tries to avoid him.

Hearts Unveiled

In the bustling halls of Morioh High School, Jotaro Kujo was an enigmatic figure. His tall frame, dark attire, and brooding demeanor gave him an aura of mystique and intimidation. He had a reputation as a stoic and fearless student, which only added to the intrigue surrounding him.

(Y/N), a recent transfer student, found herself drawn into the whirlwind of Morioh High's social dynamics. Her first day was met with whispers and warnings about the enigmatic Jotaro Kujo. Tales of his fearsome Stand, Star Platinum, and his involvement in bizarre adventures had created an aura of fear and respect around him.

As (Y/N) navigated the crowded hallways, she couldn't help but notice Jotaro's presence. He stood out like a lone wolf among the bustling pack of students, his sharp gaze piercing through the chaos. Every glance from him seemed like an evaluation, as if he could see through the very soul of those he looked at.

At first, (Y/N) did her best to avoid Jotaro. She hurried past him in the hallways, avoided eye contact, and chose seats as far from him as possible in the classroom. Her friends often teased her about her overreaction to the rumors about Jotaro, but she couldn't help it.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) couldn't ignore the fact that Jotaro seemed to be everywhere. He was in her classes, at lunch, and even on the way home. It felt as if their paths were destined to cross, even though she desperately tried to stay away.

One day, while waiting for the bus after school, (Y/N) noticed that she had left her book in the classroom. She cursed her forgetfulness and decided to hurry back to retrieve it. Little did she know that this moment would change everything.

As she entered the classroom, she saw Jotaro standing there, his tall figure silhouetted against the afternoon sun. Panic surged within her, and she debated whether to leave and come back later. But before she could make a decision, Jotaro turned and looked at her.

Their eyes met, and a jolt of fear coursed through (Y/N)'s veins. She felt trapped, unable to move or speak. Jotaro, however, surprised her by simply nodding in acknowledgment before turning back to his own business.

That small act of indifference puzzled (Y/N). She had expected him to be as intimidating as the rumors suggested, but he had barely paid her any attention. Over the following days, (Y/N) couldn't help but steal glances at Jotaro, trying to understand the enigma that was Jotaro Kujo.

Gradually, she noticed subtleties about him that the rumors had never mentioned. He had an air of confidence, but it was neither intimidating nor arrogant. He was protective of his friends, often stepping in to help or defend them. He had a deep sense of justice that resonated with (Y/N)'s own values.

One evening, as the sun cast long shadows across the schoolyard, (Y/N) found herself alone at a bench, lost in thought. She remembered how Jotaro had quietly nodded at her that day in the classroom, and it made her wonder if her initial fears had been unfounded.

As if on cue, Jotaro appeared, sitting down next to her without a word. (Y/N) tensed up, but he didn't seem to mind her presence. Instead, he began to speak about their classmates, sharing anecdotes and insights that (Y/N) found surprisingly amusing.

As they continued to talk, (Y/N) discovered a side of Jotaro that no one else seemed to know. He had a dry sense of humor that could make her laugh, and he had an inquisitive mind that was eager to learn about her interests. He was nothing like the rumors suggested, and she couldn't help but be captivated by his complex personality.

Over the weeks that followed, Jotaro and (Y/N) found themselves spending more time together. They talked about everything under the sun, from their dreams and aspirations to the mysteries of the universe. It was as if their conversations were a bridge that connected their hearts.

As they got to know each other, (Y/N) realized that she had misjudged Jotaro. He was not the intimidating figure she had initially perceived him to be. Instead, he was a caring and thoughtful person, a friend who stood by her through both challenges and triumphs.

One evening, under the starry sky, Jotaro confessed something that took (Y/N) by surprise. "I think I'm falling for you," he admitted, his voice soft and sincere.

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat, and she looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all she found was a vulnerability she had never seen before. It was a vulnerability that matched her own feelings, feelings she had been too scared to acknowledge.

With trembling words, (Y/N) confessed her own feelings. "I think I'm falling for you too."

In that moment, they both realized that love had bloomed in the most unexpected of places. Their initial fears and misgivings had given way to a deep and genuine connection that defied all expectations.

From that day forward, Jotaro Kujo and (Y/N) shared a love story that was as unique as it was profound. They faced life's challenges together, and their love only grew stronger with each passing day. It was a love that transcended appearances and rumors, proving that sometimes, the most unexpected connections could lead to the deepest and most genuine love.

As they walked hand in hand through the halls of Morioh High School, Jotaro and (Y/N) knew that their love was a testament to the power of understanding, acceptance, and the beauty that could be found in the most unconventional of beginnings.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[fairyfleshprison]

She Wears Prada, I Wear Pride - CHAPTER 0 - MEET THE CAST OF: She Wears Prada, I Wear Pride (on Wattpad) 

Yasmin spent the summer becoming the girl of her dreams. New name. New wardrobe. Same old high school full of rumors, rivals, and repressed feelings. When she struts back into junior year with lip gloss, confidence, and a vengeance, everyone starts looking at her differently-including Chloe Mackenzie, the school's reigning mean girl with a perfect smile and claws to match. Caught between Chloe's taunts, Axel's bad boy smirks, and her childhood best friend suddenly acting weirdly sweet, Yasmin's about to learn that being seen is one thing-but being wanted? That's a whole new game. 💋 enemies to lovers 💋 trans girl glow-up 💋 high school drama, but make it gay

[lovergirletters]

lilian stacy's boy(best)friend

—prologue

“Never in years I knew you played guitar.”

A girl grinned as her legs crossed one another. Looking above, a boy tuning an acoustic guitar murmured, “I learned.” A playful smirk tugged on a corner of his peach lips. “Just when I saw your Spotify activity. You took song repeater that hard, didn't you?” 

“I don’t get what you mean,” replied the girl, playing fool.

“You know,” said the boy, “you’re on the same song over and over again.” “As if it reflects your life—love life to be specific.” After a pause, the boy added as she noticed he had put his fingers on the strings, ready to voice the chords, “Well, I can play it, Lilian.” 

The strawberry blonde girl, Lilian, thought a moment before she responded, “Alright.” Her smile rose again,  “What song is it, I wonder?” With great enthusiasm, the bony fingers started to dance just the moment his lips moved.

“You’re on the phone with your boyfriend…”

Giggles came from Lilian, “You told me you weren’t a swiftie!” A light chuckle followed then, “I know.”

“…you’re upset. You’re going off about something that he said.”

“Hey, that’s not the lyrics…”

“Cause he doesn’t have time for you like I do…

…I’m in my room multitasking, or so it called

I’m hovering between your chats and the council works

And he’ll never do the same as I do.”

“Ah!” he exclaimed, realizing how bad the made-up lyrics sounded. That boy grinned, scratching his scalp. “Pardon the off-keys, will you?”

Suddenly, a rumble of footsteps, accompanied by students' babbles was heard from the music room. “Now, what is this?” mumbled the boy, his song paused to the distraction. “The meeting in hall ends early.”

For a moment, the green eyes of hers stuck to his face that brushed with stray black strands. She left him back in silence for seconds. “I have to go.”

He sighed. The guitar was put back in a reluctant way. “Why?” “He’s going to enter this room to turn off the sound system. He will be upset, if… if he sees us together.” 

“Don’t be silly.” He clutched the curve of her bent elbow. “We’re just hanging out.”

“Atlas.”

“No,” he insisted. Firmly, he gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him in the dark, navy irises. “You changed, Lilian. You changed since you got together with him. Do you even realize it?”

“Right now, you look like you’re a rebellious teenager trying to sneak out of a strict parent’s watch to meet a friend. And it’s damn ridiculous. He’s not your dad, hello?”

“Do you really see this normal, Lilian? His behavior? If he’s really your boyfriend, he should never be dramatic and restrict you so selfishly, right?”

There was a glimmer of tears wrapping her sclera.

“I know you better, Lilian.”

“Atlas, I have to go.”

“Does he ever notice your Spotify activity?” he asked crossly. The girl sighed in her weak smile. “We don’t follow each other there.” 

“He… he’s busy, Atlas.” He spat on the words scornfully, “Busy? I am busy, too, Lilian. That’s a shit reason. You know my responsibilities right now?”

“Yet, I’m still here for you, giving in all my time. And do you know why is that?”

Atlas leaned in closer, brushing the soft cheeks of hers, which threatened to be wet by stray tears.

“It’s because I want to. If your damn boyfriend wanted to, he would, Lilian. But do you see him now?”

The room was initially back tranquil despite the rumbling noise some moments ago, up until a husky voice pierced in sharply at the door frame.

“What the hell did you just say?”

——✩——

★ read the next chapter here!

[sweetmissandrist]

I'm writing a teen romance book on Wattpad, you can do well to check it out. I'll also be posting snippets on here. I stopped writing because Wattpad deleted my book last year and I didn't have it backed up anywhere else. I was really devastated because I've been working on that since December 2022. But I've decided to start writing again. Because why not?

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Teen Romance Masterlist

7:30 Every Morning (ao3) - SweetHeavenlyFlower

Summary: Phil goes to school an hour early every morning to sit by the gate and listen to music. Dan is sick of being pranked by his younger brother and as a result meets Phil. The two bond over music and family drama.

An Angel Out of the Blue (ao3) - Otpcruiseliner

Summary: Dan had always been somewhat of a loner, and he was fine with that. But he had never really been super close with any one person. Now given an opportunity for class extra credit, he is partnered up with a strange, tall, angelic boy with the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. First piece on here, so please enjoy.

because i like you (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: “Am I?” Phil asks, “easy to talk to?” and Dan’s heart skips a beat and jump-starts to fever speed. “Sometimes,” he replies, not sure why he’s letting his mouth keep running on, dragging him yet deeper into the hole he’s digging. “Mostly you just make me really nervous.” He probably looks like that girl’s dress over there: bright pink and out of control.

behind the curtain (ao3) - resurrectdead

Summary: Dan adores pink and is playing Satine in the school production of Moulin Rouge. Phil cherishes black and just happens to be good at doing some bombass makeup. Fate brings them together.

Burning Bibles (ao3) - cherryheartz

Summary: phil lester loved curly headed boys with tattoos on their arms and a joint made with torn bible pages between their soft lips.

and dan howell was exactly that.

Dan Howell (ao3) - AlexLester98

Summary: Dan is 17 and pansexual. He has a secret boyfriend named Phil and a lesbian best friend named Kat. Everything seems perfect until prom night when both are hospitalised, after that everything goes to shit.

Everything Comes Back To You (ao3) - curiosityandrain

Summary: Dan and Phil grew up together in a small town, where they had a secret relationship throughout their last year of school. When it comes time to leave for university, they lose contact. Three years later, they’re both back home for summer break and decide to reconnect. They soon realize how much they missed each other. After a whole summer spent together and a road trip with old friends, Dan and Phil begin to wonder whether or not they should continue what there once was between them.

First Times (Friends don't love me like you do) (ao3) - sinking_wthatship

Summary: Dan and Phil were not dating. It was crazy how it probably wouldn't matter how much they said it, there would always be fans, friends, and even their families trying to get them to confess they were a couple. The thing was they actually were not. They were best friends; All best friends love each other, and share things together. And right, maybe where anyone would just share a cake or some vacations, Dan and Phil did share a flat, a job, their personal space, memories, food, a dream and so much more BUT it wasn't such a huge deal, Dan knew it. Except one day, while watching a best friend tag on people's first times doing stuff together, he actually starts to wonder if their friendship is really that typical, after all.

Or, Dan recalls a few of Phil and his not so friendly first times doing things together.

First to Listen (To Anything I Said) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: It's 2004, and Dan Howell is screwing up in school. He can't help that he's stuck in boring classes with boring people and just doesn't care. So when Phil Lester, one of the geekiest kids in school, is assigned to be his tutor, he's expecting this to just be another crappy part of his already crappy life.

But when it turns out Phil might be Dan's first real friend, his hormones threaten to screw all that up. Because that's all it is, right? Hormones?

Hate Me Closer (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: Two boys, Dan and Phil, are both from reasonably different backgrounds. Dan's an English scholar from a lower-class family, whereas Phil's parents paid his way into the school with no trouble. But, they'd probably find they weren't so different if they gave each other a chance.

Auburn Independent School for Boys has eight houses, totalling 128 students per year. It's not an easy life for Dan or Phil, but sometimes there's fortune even in the worst of events. It just takes some wits to see it, and maybe a love interest or two.

in a heartbeat (ao3) - plinth_of_life

Summary: Dan Howell is a closeted teenager, bullied for his sexuality. When he falls in love with his high school classmate Phil Lester, he loses control of his heart.

let's just be (ao3) - quesalpha (ummonique)

Summary: teenage Dan and Phil always joke about getting married

Limerence (ao3) - cherryheartz

Summary: Dan Howell likes Phil Lester's raven colored hair and ice blue eyes. But so does someone else…

Sea of Love (ao3) - troyiesivanie

Summary: Dan and Phil grew up together in Australia and took frequent late night outings, now that Dan has his licence a trip to the beach ends in a way they never could have imagined.

The Boy With The Animal Facts (ao3) - tol_but_smol

Summary: High School AU where Dan has a major crush on Phil, the boy in his art class that is super sweet and gives him daily animal facts

The Fault in Our Education System (ao3) - ticklishpickle

Summary: In which Dan pines over the two things he can’t have; contentment with his grades and Phil Lester, before he realises they might not be as unattainable as they seem.

Or

Something you need to read if you can't stop defining yourself by grades (like me).

Unexpected Moments (ao3) - PhancyPhandom

Summary: A self indulgent Teenage AU oneshot for my first fic posted here!

Dan meets Phil at a house party, and while he usually doesn't look for anything more than a quick hookup, Phil might be making him feel things he hasn't felt, ever.

What Is Love? (ao3) - thescienceofphan

Summary: Dan is paired up with the new student, Phil Lester, and is assigned to write a thousand word essay on the topic “What is love?” within a week. As they venture deeper into the topic, they slowly found themselves questioning each other the same thing: “How would you know if you love someone? How do you fall in love? How would you know if you have fallen in love?”

[star-girl222]

<3

[slientstories]

He Loved a Boy and I’m Not a Boy

Song playing in the background: “Sailor Song” by Gigi Perez

My beautiful boy,

He was as beautiful as the first rays of sunlight breaking through a dark sky, soft golden warmth spilling across the cold earth, as if the whole world woke up just to see him. His beauty wasn’t something you just saw, you felt it. Deep in your chest. A quiet ache that made everything else blur into silence.

His smile was like the moon on a cloudless night, bright and constant, even when everything else was lost in the dark. And it wasn’t just his face,

It was the way he moved,

The way he spoke,

The way he made even the most ordinary moment feel sacred.

He was the kind of beautiful that felt like a secret you weren’t sure you were allowed to witness, but once you did, you couldn’t look away.

I loved him. Not only me, everyone loved him. So, of course, he never noticed my feelings.

I loved him but never told him. I wanted to hold him, but I kept my arms to myself. I saw him in ways others didn’t. I knew when he was sad, when he was breaking, when he was happy.

He was so good at hiding behind his smile, because he always wanted to be the light,

The one who made people laugh,

The one who was never weak,

And I was the girl who saw through all of it.

I tried to support him without letting him know I saw him. And he would always offer me a smile. That damn smile. The one that made me stand in the hallway for minutes, just to wave and maybe get it back.

I didn’t mind that it was just a smile,

Didn’t mind that it was only a few simple words he said,

Because those simple words felt like the world to me.

I remember writing them down in my notes, collecting them like treasures.

Dear journal,

Today, my beautiful boy said: hi, hello, thank you, fine, okay, how are you, bye.

But I never got more. And I didn’t care. It was enough. He was enough.

Until Jess.

I remember seeing Jess for the first time and not thinking twice. I had never looked at anyone more than once, except for my beautiful boy. But then Jess started sitting with him,

Started talking to him,

Started hearing more words than I ever had.

And then I saw it,

The way my beautiful boy would tilt his head toward Jess when he laughed,

The way Jess’s hand would brush his under the cafeteria table, and he didn’t pull away,

The way their foreheads nearly touched as they shared one earbud secretly, laughing into the same song like the rest of the world had gone silent,

The way he smiled at Jess like the world finally made sense.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t me he was smiling at,

Didn’t matter that my collection of words stopped growing,

Didn’t matter that Jess was with him every time I waited in the hallway,

That Jess got to slip his hand into his under the table,

Got the glances I used to dream about,

Got everything I begged the universe for in silence.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

But it did matter,

It burned,

It twisted,

And for a moment, just a moment, I hated Jess,

Hated the way he fit into a space I prayed to shrink myself into,

Hated that he didn’t have to try.

But still, I held on to hope.

I was going to tell my beautiful boy how beautiful he truly was,

In words I was sure no one had ever said to him,

I was going to tell him he was enough,

That he was everything,

That I loved him.

I chose Valentine’s Day,

February 14th,

A day that haunts me now.

I got ready, wore my mom’s expensive perfume, even though she screamed at me for it.

But I didn’t care,

That day was going to be perfect.

During break, I walked up to him and Jess.

“Hi,” I said, using every ounce of courage I had.

He smiled, that smile that kept me locked in place for months.

“Do you need something?” he asked.

The longest sentence he’d ever said to me.

“Can we talk… in private?” I whispered, fists clenched, hoping he didn’t hear my heart pounding.

“Sure.”

He followed me to the hallway,

And suddenly, it was real.

My mouth went dry,

I was sweating,

I should’ve practiced more,

Should’ve brought the paper where I wrote everything down,

Should’ve prayed harder.

“You wanted to say something?” he asked, gently.

“I j-just wanted to say… I like you. No, I mean, I love you,” I said, trying to keep my words from falling apart.

When did I start stammering?

When did words become so hard?

I looked up at him, even though my eyes begged to stay on the floor,

And I saw it in his eyes.

My answer.

And it broke me.

“I like you, but… you’re not a boy,” he said softly.

And I followed his gaze, to Jess, watching us from the classroom window.

It had always been Jess,

And even if it hadn’t been him,

It would’ve been someone else,

Someone I could never be,

Because I was born a girl …………………….

© Princess 2025. All rights reserved.

[sunnydaleyw131989]

"I have no idea how I managed to convince the girl I'm in love with to form a three-week truce."

A little sneak peek of Chapter 2- "Do you think hedgehogs love?" If you like it, go check out my Wattpad book!

[sandyxxxo]

my biggest fear is growing up and becoming an adult and never experience teenage romance

[aifanfictions]

Write a fanfiction about Jotaro Kujo from Jojos Bizzare Adventures falling in love with the Stardust Crusaders seventh member (Y/N) who is helping the other Stardust Crusaders defeat DIO. Hovewer Jotaro Kujo is still a teen and a closed up person so despite falling in love with (Y/N) he doesn't know how to express his feeings.

Silent Hearts

The relentless Egyptian sun bore down on the scorched desert landscape as the Stardust Crusaders continued their arduous journey to defeat DIO, the malevolent vampire. Their quest had brought them to the brink of exhaustion, but the determination to save Holly and stop DIO spurred them forward.

Among the travelers was a new addition, (Y/N), the seventh member of the Stardust Crusaders. Her arrival had been unexpected, but her Stand power had already proven invaluable in their battles against DIO's minions. She had quickly earned the respect and trust of the group, and there was one person in particular who found her presence captivating—Jotaro Kujo.

Jotaro, the group's stoic and enigmatic leader, was known for his cool demeanor and rarely displayed any emotion. Yet, from the moment (Y/N) had joined their ranks, something had shifted within him. He watched her from a distance, his dark eyes lingering on her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Her unwavering determination and courage in the face of danger had piqued his interest.

However, Jotaro was a teenager, and the complexities of his emotions were foreign territory. He didn't quite understand why his heart raced whenever (Y/N) was nearby or why he couldn't help but think about her, even in the most perilous of situations.

As the group set up camp one evening beneath the vast expanse of the Egyptian night sky, Jotaro found himself sitting by the campfire, staring silently into the dancing flames. (Y/N) was nearby, her presence as comforting as it was perplexing to him.

Polnareff and Joseph, ever the chatterboxes, were engaged in lively conversation nearby, leaving Jotaro and (Y/N) in a rare moment of quiet together.

"(Y/N)," Jotaro began, his voice rough and hesitant. He cleared his throat before continuing, "About your Stand..."

(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes meeting his inquisitive gaze. "Yes, Jotaro?"

He struggled to find the right words, a rare occurrence for the normally composed teen. "Your Stand power is... impressive. It's helped us more than once, and I appreciate that."

A faint smile tugged at (Y/N)'s lips as she acknowledged his words. "Thank you, Jotaro. I'm here to help in any way I can."

Jotaro's fingers traced the edge of his hat nervously as he searched for a way to express what he felt. "It's not just your Stand. I... I've noticed how fearless you are in battle, how you never back down from a fight. It's admirable."

(Y/N) shifted closer to him, their shoulders nearly touching. "We're all in this together, Jotaro. We're a team."

He nodded, but there was something more he wanted to convey, something he couldn't quite put into words. "Yeah, a team... but there's something else." Jotaro hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground before returning to (Y/N)'s eyes. "I don't know how to say this, but... I've been thinking about you a lot. More than I should."

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat at his admission, and a soft blush graced her cheeks. She had sensed Jotaro's internal struggle, his unspoken emotions, and now they hung in the air between them.

The desert wind whispered around them, carrying with it the weight of unspoken feelings. Jotaro, for all his strength and bravado in battle, found himself at a loss when it came to matters of the heart.

(Y/N) reached out and gently placed her hand on Jotaro's, the touch sending a shockwave through him. "Jotaro," she said softly, "you don't have to have all the answers right now. We've been through so much, and it's okay to feel what you're feeling."

Jotaro looked down at their joined hands, his fingers entwining with (Y/N)'s. It was a small gesture, but it held a world of meaning.

"Sometimes," (Y/N) continued, "our hearts know things that our minds can't quite grasp. And that's okay."

The two sat there in companionable silence, the campfire crackling and the stars above them bearing witness to a moment of unspoken understanding. The journey to defeat DIO was far from over, but in that moment, Jotaro found solace in knowing that he wasn't alone, that he had (Y/N) by his side, and that their hearts, though silent, spoke a language all their own.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[fairyfleshprison]

She Wears Prada, I Wear Pride - Chapter One - She Wears Prada, I Wear Warpaint (on Wattpad) 

 Yasmin spent the summer becoming the girl of her dreams. New name. New wardrobe. Same old high school full of rumors, rivals, and repressed feelings. When she struts back into junior year with lip gloss, confidence, and a vengeance, everyone starts looking at her differently-including Chloe Mackenzie, the school's reigning mean girl with a perfect smile and claws to match. Caught between Chloe's taunts, Axel's bad boy smirks, and her childhood best friend suddenly acting weirdly sweet, Yasmin's about to learn that being seen is one thing-but being wanted? That's a whole new game. 💋 enemies to lovers 💋 trans girl glow-up 💋 high school drama, but make it gay

[lovergirletters]

lilian stacy’s boy(best)friend

—chapter six: two words, mcallister

People, at least, Ezra McAllister himself could guess who was to be the next president.

The debate session didn’t end well. Atlas Westwood targeted Ezra McAllister, accusing him of being feminist-baiting just so that girls chase after him. It was never true and it could never be true. And it cost reputation to be speaking like that in front of the whole school, even though a person like Atlas could easily make it all up again like nothing had happened. Whatever was on his mind.

The debate was ended by the moderator, teachers’ orders. And after, the day jumped into the voting session. All students, including the candidates themselves, opened Crawford’s website and logged in by their login info. 

Everyone voted by choice out of the six.

Afterwards, there was a small parade replay by the teams as an ice breaker. Everyone had fun and laughed at the performances. At once the students forgot for a moment about the heated arguments in the debate.

The candidates sang along with the audience, even though numerous side-eyes happened between Westwood and McAllister. But the “blondie” could care less.

He chose this to be a jolly good day to remember.

——✩——

“There you are!”

Ezra’s smile lightened up at an instant, seeing Lilian waddling towards him in the hallway.

“I didn’t get to congratulate you yesterday,” she muttered softly. “Congratulations! You’re amazing! Really! You did VERY well! Love the speech!”

Ezra’s eyes crinkled. “Oh, thank you so much, Lilian,” he said, adoring the beautiful. “Terrific. I paid every detail, every second attention to your speech! It was beautiful.” “Thank you, thank you!”

Ezra sighed in content, “Like the last line?”

Lilian blinked. All of a sudden, her memory drifted to his voice delivering it. The softly spoken, yet full of confidence.

“...the sun will always shine on us.” 

Lilian gave a big smile. “I do.”

“Quoted it from you. Wasn’t very creative.”

“But it really sounded like Ezra McAllister,” murmured Lilian, green eyes gazing at his. “Suits you well.”

“It’s all thanks to you!”

Ezra bit his inner cheek, thinking Lilian would bring up “Atlas topic” after, perhaps like her apologizing for his stupid, ridiculously flimsy argument the other day. He hated hearing about him from her.

The two walked through the corridors, passing by a lot of students. She didn’t talk about Atlas, thankfully.

“I really like your surname, by the way. The voting screens only showed the candidates’ family names, so I paid a lot of attention to yours,” she said. She had been talking a lot lately.

“Oh yeah?” hummed Ezra, studying how her hair bounced slightly as they strolled, now at the empty hall.

“McAllister. Sounds rich.”

Ezra chuckled, “You can have it.”

Lilian gave a pause. Ezra followed. 

She glanced at him. He smiled.

“What’s wrong?” he leaned forward slightly. “You don’t want it?”

And he stopped at Lilian’s reaction. 

Green eyes sparkling at him, as if hoping he wasn’t just playing around. Fingers folded. 

“I do,” she breathed, with a little tremble. No echoes, for such words in the empty school hall.

The two gazed on one another before Lilian squeezed shut her eyes. Her cheeks went all red. Fists close to her chest.

Then, a hand ruffled, slight enough not to ruin her hair.

Lilian opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of his fingers on her head.

“Oh, that’s a relief hearing that,” Ezra grinned.

Another smile was etched on his face. Then, a small turn away. His brows wrinkled as he pulled his hand.

Soft inhale; he looked back at her. 

“I like you, Lilian,” he smiled. 

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

A little pause between them.

To give Lilian time to widen her pretty green eyes.

To give time for her lips to part slightly.

To give her mouth time to form a “Yes!”

But she didn’t. 

She flung herself to him instead. With him, his arms embracing her lovingly. His smile wide in delight.

Now, against his shoulder, she muffled, “YES!”

——✩——

“Well, well.”

“Look who’s here?”

“The lovebirds.”

The couple smiled. The blonde boy allowed Lilian to walk first into Mrs. Eve’s tiny class first. He followed then. 

Again, to their seats.

The six boys shook their heads. Nat kept giggling, thrilled. “Dear me, I shall go to course with Mimi alone, from now on.” Nat slipped her arm to Mimi’s dramatically.

“We lost another girl,” Nat whispered. 

Mimi just sat still, smiling faintly at the navy haired girl.

“Another…”

Nat’s word repeated in the back of Mimi’s mind, aside from the aching pain of knowing that her crush and best friend actually started dating. Mimi did know Nat meant Christine for that “another girl”.

But… Christine had proved herself that she didn’t completely forget about Mimi.

Right?

Christine realized that something was off from Mimi, while others don’t, Mimi’s head said. 

Well, Nat, even Miles did realize, though.

“Aw, such cute little things,” murmured Mrs. Eve, her eyes crinkled at Lilian and Ezra. The two sat closer than they usually were. Wholesome high school sweethearts.

“Ah, so this is why you were protecting her the other day,” giggled the tutor softly as she wiped the glass board clean. “I know you were ignoring my words on purpose, Ezra. So that I could forget about Lilian. I did, though, and I just realized it now. So, you nailed it!”

Lilian flushed, while Ezra smiled warmly at her. “At first I didn’t know what was he doing, Mrs. Eve,” murmured Lilian, “so I tried to catch his attention. Grabbed him by the arm. But he put my hand back instead. That’s when I realized.”

“Oh,” Ezra crossed his arms, “I thought you just wanted to touch me.”

Lilian gasped, eyes darting him dangerously. “EZRA!” 

“So, I was like, ‘Lilian, this isn't quite the right time’.”

Lilian pushed his figure off the creaked chair, yet his body didn’t even move just a bit. She was all tomato red. And she definitely enjoyed it. 

“My, my, typical first week of relationships, huh?” said Miles, half-smiling happy for them. Nat chimed in playfully, “Right? Feels like we’re in their way!”

“It’s lovely that you two got closer in a literal Chemistry study group. Really got that chemistry right.”

“You two looked cute together!”

“Lilian, don’t forget about me and Mimi, alright?”

“Hang in there, they’re about to answer like a jinx again!”

The night was a shower of support and happiness. As Ezra and Lilian walked out of the room once the course was done, the two talked lightly. Remembering how funny the keywords of periodic table was, Mrs. Eve’s version. The friends already gave them space and could be seen scattering away in a dash.

Ezra’s hand brushed slightly into hers. Her slim fingers twitched, yet quickly wrapped by his bigger ones. It felt warm. 

“Let’s head home,” he smiled, as if they actually shared a house. Lilian nodded, putting on her helmet.

Click!

He didn’t let her lift fingers to hook the straps, though.

“Thanks—”

CLATTER!

A loud metallic stuff clatters startled her. Ezra then made his way through, “Wait, I’ll check.” The sound came from the restroom area. He stood in front of the women’s, just to see Mimi emerging from the door. Her body shook a little, just like a scaredy kitten.

“Mimi?”

She looked up, “O—oh!”

“Hey, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself there?” he bent down slightly, worry etched on his handsome features. Mimi’s pale cheeks blushed. Eyes sparkling at him, “N—no. I’m okay… Ezra,” she mumbled shyly.

Her heart was thumping loudly, until Lilian’s voice came in. “Mimi!” The girl in the helmet approached her, “What was that noise? Are you okay?”

Mimi smiled, nodding. “Yeah… just… I knocked off the soap holder. I startled myself after, hehe.” Both Ezra and Lilian smiled in relief. Little Mimi had always been on the top of their worry if something happened to her. That poor scared-looking girl!

“Has your father come to fetch you?” Lilian asked. “I thought you were gone along with the others!” Mimi nodded again, eagerly, “Yeah, he’s here already, Lilian.”

“Alright! Let’s head to the parking lot together,” said Ezra. Only a few meters they walked, looking like a family of three, Mimi clutched Lilian’s lower sleeve. Lilian glanced at her, “Huh?”

“Can… can I talk to you?”

Ezra who heard it said to Lilian, “I’ll wait on my bike, okay?” Lilian nodded at both of them, “Sure, what is it, Mimi?” The girl in pigtails guided her slightly back away. 

“Lilian…” Mimi began in hesitation, “so… you are dating Ezra?”

Lilian blinked and chuckled a little, “Oh! I thought you wanted to talk about something else!” She gave a nod cheerfully, “Yes, we’re lovers, now. Gosh… I couldn’t believe I just said that word!”

Mimi gazed at her contented eyes. “Since when?” She couldn’t clearly see Lilian’s flushed face in the helmet, but there was. “A day after the election,” she replied.

Mimi nodded slowly. So it happened yesterday. Mimi hadn’t gone to school since that day because one of her pet bunnies fell ill. Mimi hadn’t had the time to check on their group chat with Lilian and Nat either. 

She just found out when she arrived at Mrs. Eve’s course, when Nat ran towards her, screaming, “You wouldn’t believe what I heard this morning—LILIAN GOT A BOYFRIEND! And IT’S EZRA! O.M.G a real bound to falling in love! Can you believe it?!” 

“Is he going to take you home?”

Lilian beamed again.

“Yes! He was excited to.” 

“No longer with Atlas?” 

Lilian laughed, “Oh, he’s been busy out there with basketball. Skips Mr. Adam’s course lately.”

Mimi nodded slowly. Lilian arched her brow, “What is it, Mimi?” Mimi blinked, shaking her head immediately, “Nothing.”

She was afraid Lilian could sense her unease, so she took her back to the parking lot. Lilian smiled warmly, thinking Mimi was simply worrying about her. Little did she know her best friend’s secret feelings towards her boyfriend.

“You seemed happier,” muttered Mimi, once they were close to Mimi’s father’s car. “You talked more than you usually do.” Lilian smiled again, “Hahaha, I think so too…” 

“I think he changed something in me,” she added, her voice small. But Mimi heard it clear. 

Lilian’s hand waved in the air, “See you! How’s your bunny, by the way? Will you come to school tomorrow?” “Yeah, I’ll come tomorrow. He’s okay now,” replied Mimi. She waved back before climbing into the backseat, “See you, Lilian!”

Lilian sighed, sitting behind Ezra, in an upper level. 

“She looked sad,” Lilian murmured, “I wonder what’s bothering her mind.” Ezra divided his glances to the road and his shoulder, “Maybe she’s still worried about the rabbit.”

“Bunny.”

“They’re the same.”

“It’s not, genius,” Lilian murmured to herself, slamming her head against the pillows. She wiggled under the covers. Showered, dressed comfy.

She hung her phone in the air, the screen gleamed her freshened face.

Today 11.07 PM my McAllister ♥︎: [inserted an image] my McAllister ♥︎: rabbit! Today 11.27 PM You: okay you got it right this time You: heyy dont play with your phone on the traffic light

She grinned at the picture he sent; a rabbit mascot of a hit new cafe, with a wooden board, clearly written “Rabbit’s Haven” waving a paw at Ezra. Lilian tidied her slingback as she waited for the response. 

Today 11.07 PM You: [inserted an image] You: rabbit! Today 11.27 PM lily: okay you got it right this time lily: heyy dont play with your phone on the traffic light Today 11.35 PM You: but he’s waving at me Today 11.36 PM You: he told me that i should take you to eat their ice cream waffle next weekend Today 11.39 PM lily: why next weekend? You: he told me that ill be busy this week You: is that okay? lily: why not?? lily: [inserted a sticker] You: [inserted a sticker] lily: HAAHHSHA that’s mr. john You: HAHAHHAHAHA You: [inserted a sticker] lily: [inserted a sticker] lily: that was smooth You: of course

On the other side of the phone, Ezra pumped a fist, “Yes!” He was very proud of himself; talk about how he invited her for a date! But he must went through a whole half and a week for it, still.

The next day came. Mimi went to school in her usual knitted lilac cardigan, pigtails wiggling. “Long time no see, Mimi!” “Morning, Myers!” “Hey, here she is!” 

Mimi beamed at the warm welcome kids of Class 5 gave her. However, her eyes were stuck on Christine, sitting alone, busied by her script papers. She wanted badly to talk to her about Lilian and Ezra.

“Let’s check our Math answers,” said Nat, already opening Lilian’s and Mimi’s practice books. Mimi nodded absently. 

She wasn’t ready to see a blonde boy casually peeking into their classroom, blocking people wanting to enter. 

“Oh my God,” Nat dropped the books at once, grinning, “Lilian! Look who’s that?” The other kids in class began teasing her as well. “Ooh, Lilian…” poked a girl.

Laughter filled the classroom, with the girl smiling with her lower teeth, blushing heavily. She ran up to him, “What are you doing here?” “Visiting Lilian next door,” he grinned, as the two’s classes were adjacent. Class 5 and Class 6.

Ezra held back a chuckle as he pulled Lilian’s sleeve. Slowly, his fingers brushed to her palm before intertwining it. “We still have much time before bell.” Lilian bit her inner lip, “Alright, take me.”

Mimi eyed the scene with an aching heart, seeing how Liliand and Ezra ran out of the classroom’s sight in triumph. Just at the moment, Christine startled her. She was looking directly at Mimi. Mimi swallowed as Christine broke her neck softly, gesturing to meet her outside. 

Mimi didn’t catch anything Nat talked to her afterwards. She was too busy watching Christine got up at her seat and left the class. “Wait—Nat. I’ll… I’ll go to the bathroom for a minute,” she said. “Oh, sure!” The girl in pigtails hurried, leaving Nat alone just with the three practice books. 

“Huh… when did she stop referring herself as ‘Mimi’?”

“He confessed to her two days ago.”

Christine examined her painted pink nails, leaning against a post near their classroom.

“He confessed to her?” asked Mimi, sorrow etched all over her face. Christine nodded without a word. “Oh… uh…”

“If… if this is the case… I think… I think I should…”

“Get him back,” continued Christine so casually, pressing a finger to Mimi’s parted lips. But she rebelled at once. “What?! No—” she exclaimed, pushing Christine away a little. 

“I’m not supposed to do such horrid thing, Chrissy!” 

Mimi could read the visible astonishment in Christine’s eyes. “Gee,” she muttered, checking on her from head to toe, “calm down! I tell you, it’s a normal thing in a high school girl's life, you know?”

Mimi swallowed once more, couldn’t really quite catch that “normal thing in a high school girl's life”. “I thought you already understood it when we spoke that time,” said Christian, brows wrinkled. “I… I know… I know…” whined Mimi all jittery. 

“But… it’s different now, Chrissy. They’re official now!”

“Officially what?” asked Christine, brow arched.

Playing the fool.

“They’re officially… lovers, now, Chrissy. It’s now a different story. At that time, they were just… friends. Just like me. But now it’s all—” Christine landed another finger, gently yet forcing Mimi to shut her mouth. 

“You are too naive.”

For Christine, their friendship break up had nothing to do with her. She had done everything right. All she, an idealist, wanted was their group project to be done flawlessly, perfect, for their own good scores.

Yet people didn’t really seem to have the same view as her. She could vividly remember how Nat refused to redo their paper due to it being mistakenly detected as AI-generated. And how she shrugged off her carelessness; forgetting to paraphrase her part. Consequently, they had to redo the presentation as well. This frustrated Christine to death.

“You know, we’ll just remove and modify those parts that got flagged!” wheedled Nat as Christine paced in circles like a caged animal. “There’s no need to redo them all.”

“No,” refuted Christine. “If we do that, then the writing style will be different. It would be obvious that we changed it mid progress.”

“But… don’t you think nobody will notice it, Chrissy…?”

Mimi chimed in rather carefully, while exchanging looks with Nat. “Well,” sighed Christine. “You two must be thinking I’m a fool for making a fuss over such unnecessary things.”

“No, Chrissy… that’s not what I—”

“Because I DO notice it.”

Both Mimi and Nat went silent.

“And WHERE is Lilian? Don’t she know this is due in two days?” she shrieked. There was a pause before Nat, eyes darkening, answered for Lilian, “She was away for the Journalism Club.”

“Oh, that nerd. The club, of course!”

“She DID tell you, though,” warned Nat. “That she’ll be busy with it today unplanned. She didn’t mean to leave.” Christine stopped, then her teal eyes darted at Nat. Irritated.

“You really don’t have to sound that way,” she said. “She told ME? As if this is MY project, not ours.”

“It kinda is,” sneered Nat.

“Are you serious?” Christine’s jaw clenched. “You dare to speak that way knowing half of these job-to-dos was due to your laziness?”

“The heck?” Nat’s voice rose. “There’s a major difference between forgetting something and being lazy. If you’re really a genius, then there’s no way you just take them the same!”

“It kinda is seeing you,” sneered back Christine, reusing Nat’s words. “Lazy, careless. So Natalie Seavers.”

Nat felt her heart boil in rage. 

“Mimi, help me with the references. We’re starting over,” said Christine, fingers hovering across her pink cased phone. 

“We’re not starting over.”

Christine paused at Nat’s response. Mimi pressed flat her lips, eyes squeezing. The tension was too much to bear.

“I’m telling Mimi, not you, fortunately, lazy head.”

“I said we are NOT starting over,” said Nat, voice hardened. “If you’re so fond of your impossible perfectionism then why don’t you redo your dear work all by yourself?”

Christine blinked in disbelief. She gritted her teeth, “You horrible thief.”

“You think I’m an idiot? It means you’ll steal the project which was written by ME after kicking ME out! Which means you’re LAZY! LAZY!”

“You did NOT write it, Christine. It’s US. US! If you really can’t put your ego aside in this then you’re that IDIOT you already are!”

“I DON’T WANT YOU IN MY GROUP, NAT!”

Painful silence pierced the classroom. Mimi shivered in fear. Tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Slow and shaky, Nat pointed at the door. Her yellow irises never left the teal.

“Then you leave,” Nat’s voice was hard and trembling.

Christine stared at her in disdain. She took a breath, shuddered. Her fingers slipped her pink hair clips out from her golden bangs.

PANG!

“I never liked you anyways.”

Ever since that day, Christine, without her hair clip, held her hatred deep down in her. Perfectionist. The word hit like a double-edged sword to her heart. It hurt and lifted her ego at the same time. 

So she wanted to prove Nat her worth. She, already chosen to play as the female protagonist in the upcoming play,  busied herself at once in her Theatre Club, rehearsing.

But it wasn’t enough.

Her efforts weren’t enough to bury her anger and envy seeing the three together. But fancy her could keep granting anything she wanted by herself. Because she still had Mimi. That day, Mimi, so different than ever, ranted at her best friend after what it felt like years. 

Little, scaredy Mimi falling in love with Lilian’s crush was a gate of opportunity for the dear Chrissy’s wicked plan. 

Using Mimi to crush the remaining friendship sounded right. It was the punishment for not including Christine in it. For kicking her out. Exiling her. Someone as great as her.

Then Christine would simply just break the girl code; steal a boyfriend. 

Lilian’s.

Except Mimi would play the role and Christine gracefully sat behind the script and watch her own play unfold.

“Where are you taking me?”

A laugh came between Lilian’s breaths. She and Ezra ran straight to the canteen, with the two’s hands intertwined. Ezra laughed as well.

Without letting go of her, he bought a less-fancy version of the dessert he had promised her. Lilian gasped in excitement.

“I hope this is okay in the morning,” he said, handing Lilian a honey-glazed waffle in a paper bag. “I thought it would be too long waiting for our waffle date next weekend,” he smiled almost apologetically.

“Oh… Ezra,” she peeped, smiling with her full teeth. “Thank you! Oh, let’s eat this together!” 

“I’m full just by looking at you,” he smirked.

Lilian flushed in a second.

“FLIRT!” 

Class 6’s first subject was swapped with the fourth, which was Mr. Jones’, History. And again, Ezra got caught slacking, smiling at his own hand. “Louder, McAllister!” He had to read a whole paragraph in the book as a punishment. 

McAllister.

Ezra had never seen it as appealing until Lilian said that she liked how it sounded.

“McAllister, I heard your speech the other day.”

Ezra turned to Mr. Jones at the end of the lesson. “You are actually great, champ. Good luck with that election.” Ezra smiled warmly, “Oh, thank you, Mr. Jones!” 

“Hopefully once you become the president, you’ll stop grinning all by yourself like a mad man in my class!”

——✩——

“Hey, the result’s out!”

“Have you seen it?” “Oh my God, I couldn’t believe it.” “No, really. I think it’s fair enough.” “Hard to believe.” “Wow!” “Yes, I knew it!” “I can’t see!” “That’s my vote!” 

Ezra stared at the bulletin board among the sea of humans. He stared long. Sometimes having people catch a glimpse at him. Exchanging glances from the paper pinned on the bulletin board, probably hung by SRA.

Ezra McAllister.

Vice President.

Above him, Atlas Westwood. 

President.

——✩——

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