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the gang with scene!reader (request)
authors note: should i continue writing little scenarios with the hcs or not đ i need feedback pleaseee đđ sorry this is really bad ill try to do better next time
includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve
word count: 2.9k
warnings: cussing, alcohol, insults, mentions of beating someone up
PONYBOY CURTIS
as ponyboy walked into the classroom as his first day as a freshman, he saw a girl, you, wearing bright colors and sitting at a desk, reading a book
he decided to sit next to you, an introduction on every desk, one he loved doing when he was in middle school
you turned your head slightly to look at him, smiling at him while he smiled back, blushing slightly
he thought you were very pretty, your style was different than one heâd ever seen, he could hear snickering behind the two of you
âwhy does she dress like that?â âyeah, i donât know, probably thinks sheâs cool or somethingâŚâ âgod, those stupid bright colors are blinding my eyesâŚâ
he turned around, asking, âhey, whatâs your problem? she ainât doinâ anything wrong, sheâs readinâ her book, mindinâ her own damn business. her style donât hurt you, does it?â
they went quiet and whispered to each other, their faces turning a shade of red due to the embarrassment of being confronted
âthanks⌠i really appreciate itâŚâ you mumbled to him, he replied, âyeah, ainât a problem. whatâs your name?â
the two of you continued to talk, switching numbers at the end of the day and calling every day after school, hanging out inside and outside of school, weekends and school days
since kids your age typically have low self esteem, he always defends you whenever someone talks crap about you
pony always manages to convince you to keep dressing how you always dress, that it isnât anyoneâs business how you look or wear things, you should be yourself
he thought youâd be a weird kid, type to always talk about death, but you were very unique, personality wise too
JOHNNY CADE
pony had told johnny beforehand that he would bring a girl from his school to his house, wanting the two to meet
the two of you would âget along so well that you end up together,â pony claimed, strongly believing in his statement
johnny never wouldâve imagined you to look how you did, but he didnât have a problem with all the bright colors and the cute converse you wore, even though he wore the exact same ones
he became very interested in why you wore what you wore and questioned you
you were very open to all the questions, glad that someone cared enough to ask you about yourself
the two of you got along well, he often came over to your house after to see your scene-ish room with bright colors and characters heâd never seen before
he really loves you because you make him feel like the only person in the world in the best way possible, and he made you feel that way too
he calls your outfits tuff all the time, the two of you have polar opposite styles but believe they look good on one another
SODAPOP CURTIS
steve and soda had made a bet, if soda lost then he would have his makeup done by you and would have to wear it for his whole shift at the DX
you knew about this when they made the bet and agreed to do the makeup if your boyfriend lost, although you didnât know about the details and what the bet was about
soda had lost and told you do go to the DX with him, steve would be at the cashier while you and your boyfriend would be in the back, you doing his makeup
âughh⌠whenâs y/n comiiiiinggg??!â soda impatiently asked, steve rolling his eyes and hitting his friends arm, pointing to the door to see you
âhey honey!!â a smile appeared on you and your boyfriendâs faces, you leaned over the counter to give him a kiss, steve fake gagged in disgust and noticed your bag full of makeup
you smiled at steve, soda grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back, both of you giggling for no reason
you sat him down on a chair and asked, âwhich eyeshadow?â you pulled out a palette and the colors were black, pink, white, red, green and more
he thought for a second before yelling, âsteve!! choose a color or two, out of black, pink, white, red and green!!â
his friend replied quickly, âblack and pink!! more black though!â you smiled, telling your boyfriend to close his eyes and to not open them
âwhy?â he asked, you rolling your eyes, he could act like a kid sometimes, always needing the answer to everything
you replied, âsoda, i need to do your eyeshadow, if i did that with your eyes open itâd fucking hurt..â and so he kept his eyes closed
you picked up a brush and put it in the black eyeshadow, lightly brushing it on two thirds of sodaâs eyelids, doing the same to this left eyelid
you then looked at him for a bit, wondering if it looked okay before grabbing another brush and putting it in the pink eyeshadow
brushing it on the outside third of his eyelid, he flinched and you apologized, asking him, âuncomfortable, huh?â
he mumbled, âjust a foreign feeling..â you told him to open his eyes, he did as you said and smiled at you
âdo i look good?â he asked, you replied with, âyes, you do!! we arenât done yet, though.â so you grabbed your mascara, a new tube because you knew not to share makeup
sodaâs eyes went wide and moved away, stating, âoh, you are not putting that thing near me! itâs gonna poke my eyes out, it looks so sharp!!â
you rolled your eyes, asking, âyou sure you donât want it, soda?â and he shook his head once again
pulling out the mini pocket mirror out of your bag, you showed your boyfriend what he looked like, he gasped, âsteeeeeveeee!!!!â
his friend sighed, walking into the back to see you standing in front of soda, his bright eyeshadow standing out
the three of you were grinning, not saying a word before steve grabbed his arm and shoved him to the cashier
soda and steve both thanked you, telling one another the makeup actually looks good
you stated, âgoodbye steve!! make sure he doesnât wipe the makeup off until itâs the end of the day or starts itching. iâll leave some makeup pads and remover for him.â
he said goodbye back, you walked to the cashier and kissed your boyfriend on the cheek and left the store with your bag in your hands
as soda turned around to see steve, the two started talking when two-bit walked into the DX, a bell ringing at his entrance
as he began to get closer to the cashier, his friend turned his head, two-bit grinning widely and stating, âholy shiiiit!!!â
basically, soda loves your makeup and asks you to do his sometimes
he thinks striped clothes on you look super cute, asks you to wear stripes more once the two of you know each other better
and when the two of you start dating, he buys you striped socks with the money heâs saved up for a while
heâs never met someone who dresses like you and is glad to have someone like you as a partner
so when people see you on the street walking together, they see a bubbly guy who everyone knows and a girl dressed in black and bright colors, a different style not known to anyone but her and her boyfriend
DARRY CURTIS
darry walked into ponyboyâs school, having to go to a âparentâ teacher conference with many others
he hadnât known why he was called into the school, the office assistant telling ponyboy beforehand that his guardian had to come in, a matter was on their hands
ponyboy was walking next to him when darry asked, âwhere the hell are we goinâ?â confused, not knowing what was happening
âsaid to meet in the gym.â ponyboy replied, shrugging and guiding his eldest brother to the gymnasium
as they opened the door, there were donuts and coffee on a table nearby, the center of the room having a big circle of chairs, many students and their guardians sitting down
some people were nicely dressed, madras and khakis while others were wearing almost denim everything, one person standing out
a woman looking to be in her early twenties sitting down with a boy in a sweater and khakis, looking to be around ponyboyâs age
the brothers quickly grabbed donuts and ate them up quickly, darry asking pony, âwhere dâya wanna sit?â
his brother shrugged, the older one rolling his eyes at the lack of an answer, teenagers never had enough care to answer a simple question, apparently
he chose to sit next to the woman with a bright colored outfit, you, observing you and your mannerisms
then a teacher stood up, introducing herself and stating, âso, the reason why i have called you all here⌠is because the freshman class of this school has been misbehaving drastically. someone has even⌠smeared excrement all over the walls of the boys bathroomâŚâ
you and the younger boy text to you began to giggle, causing ponyboy to giggle too, his older brother trying to hold back a smile
your brother leaned down, turning his head to ponyboy and giving him a sharp glare, asking, âthe hell are you laughinâ at, greaser?â both ponyboy and his brothers attention suddenly on the boy next to you
you lightly smacked his head, forcing an, âow!! that fucking hurt, sis..â out of him, telling him to apologize to the boy immediately
after he apologized to his classmate, ponyboy didnât forgive him but his older brother appreciated your discipline
although the teacher was still talking, you apologized to the slightly older guy next to you, smiling at him after he accepted your apology
so the two of you continued talking, even your brothers had something against each other, you got along well
by the time the conference was over, he had asked you for your number and you gave it to him, apologizing once again for your brother being a snobby kid
darry loves how you arenât scared to dress the way you want, you obviously stand out in a room full of people because of all the bright colors you wear
you donât care about what others think, he grows fond of you because of how carefree you are
a lot of people believe youâre mean or weird because of the way you dress but he realized you were the opposite once you got to know each other
you did intimidate him at first though, although you were harmless, he couldnât tell if you were a soc or a greaser so he just stood away from you
DALLAS WINSTON
dally walked into the station, handcuffs restraining him and an officer behind him, directing him to a holding cell
as he was chatting with the officer, he saw a girl, you, whom he guessed to be around his age in the cell
you had a fringe covering a part of your face, straight hair with black and bright colored clothes, he specifically noticed the black and neon pink knee high striped socks you wore
âwhâ youâre puttinâ me in a cell with a girl? are you kiddinâ me?!â he complained, looking back at the officer
his handcuffs still werenât off, you were sitting down and he noticed you werenât restrained in any way
you glanced at him, already seeing him looking at you, he asked, âyou ainât wearinâ cuffs⌠why? is it cause youâre a girl?â teasing you at the end
you rolled your eyes, replying, âitâs because iâm not known for being violent. iâm not in for nearly punching a guy to death,â he wondered how you knew why he was being held in a cell, âi just graffitied some wall or something. the place was fucking abandoned, i shouldnât have gotten in trouble for it.â
he stared at you, âyeah, that seems stupid..â he thought for a moment, âyou got a different style goinâ on. itâs interesting, whatâs your name?â
you replied, scoffing, âiâm not interested in getting in your pants, winston,â you rolled your eyes before stating, âand my nameââ
an officer came by, yelling into the cell, âhey, y/n!! get your ass up, someoneâs here to pick you up!â
you slowly got up, the boy who was still standing asked you, âhey, y/n how old are you?â you replied with your age, he told you to come by buckâs bar the next day so the two of you could talk and get to know each other better
smiling, you said goodbye to dally and walked to the exit, leaving the station and walking to whoever was picking you up
originally, he wanted to get with you because you were different and he just wanted to say something like, âyeah i banged a girl once, wore bright colors and shit.â
but he grew to actually really appreciate how kind and amazing you were, he expected you to be weird because of how you dressed, it wasnât like anything he was used to
dally steals shit for you all the time, especially clothes you like and hair dye if youâre too lazy to get it
TWO-BIT MATHEWS
two-bit walked into the drive in entrance, already drunk and walking around, tormenting other people
after pantsing a random guy and getting yelled at, he walked over to a girl, you, standing near her car and watching the movie that was on
he laughed, seeing your black and neon green striped socks and other bright colors on your clothes, âyou look like a fuckinâ harlequin!!!â
you looked at him with boredom, he got in a good look at your face and suddenly regretted what he had said
you were beautiful, your hair was nicely styled and your accessories matched well with your outfit
âbitch, you look like youâre nearly in your fuckinâ twenties. why the hell are you wearing a childish ass mickey mouse shirt, you pussy?â you replied back, looking at him up and down
the two of you continued insulting each other, the argument forming into an actual conversation, the two of you getting to know each other
as time flew by, it was time to leave the drive in, both of you were drunk after he gave you some alcohol, you had asked for some
you got off the car hood and grabbed a sharpie, the alcohol bottle still being intact, you wrote your number on the label and gave the bottle back to keith, as he had told you
âcall me tomorrow. both of us will probably be hung over, so around 12pm?â you asked, him nodding and winking weirdly, walking off to his house
the two of you are very well known and mess with other socs, once you changed the pool water into different colors, somehow adding a weird smell when you and your boyfriend came into the pool with many other people
you did it just to piss off the socs, knowing they hated both of you, disregarding whether you were a greaser or a soc
you and keithâs relationship doesnât really change depending on your style, he loves you no matter how you dress
STEVE RANDLE
steve and his best friend, soda, were in the DX, busy working when a girl, you, with black and bright colored eyeshadow and clothes
steve was at the cashier, he smiled at you and asked, âheyy, what can i get for you today?â
he did admit, when you were talking, he felt a little attracted to your voice and the clothes you wore, appreciating the accessories you were wearing
you seemed like a nice person, as he got you what you wanted for food, he started some small talk
âyou got nice clothes. never seen someone who dresses like that, whatâs the style called?â he asked
you shrugged, replying with, âthanks! youâre the first person to comment on my clothes and to not call me weird for it. itâs scene, basically bright colors and stuff, but also a mix of black clothes? skinny jeans, straight hair, fringes and stuff. not sure how to explain itâŚâ mumbling at the end
he smiled at you, continuing to talk with you until another customer walked into the store
after the customer had left the shop, steve asked you for your number, you happily accepted and wrote it on a piece of paper before leaving, claiming your friends were outside
he thinks the way you dress is very creative and unique, if anyone dares to speak against you then theyâll get beat up
he does his hair every day and likes to do yours too if you let him, heâll follow your instructions and make sure your hair is straight with the cute fringe you like
if you want to dye your hair then heâll help you do that too, likes getting messy with all those colors, ruining his shirts and staining his hands because of it
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Maybe This Time - Part 1
Pairing - Van Palmer x Band Kid!Reader
Warnings - drug use (weed), blink-182
Word Count - 7.6k
Summary - Van falls for a band kid. What will it take for them to realize that youâve fallen for them too?
Authorâs Note - Merry Christmas everyone!đđđ
âď¸âď¸ (and happy holidays to everyone who celebrates other things!) Iâm so glad I got this done in time, it ended up being a lot longer than I expected. Lots of fluff. No crash AU. They/them pronouns used for Van and reader, both are referred to as girls. And I canât bear to write Tai and Van in the same story and not have them be together because theyâre soulmates, so Taissa just doesnât exist in this one. I also created a whole marching show for this and it was the most difficult scene Iâve ever written so please show this some loveđ
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On the very first day of school, Van noticed you. You were in their English class and you were cute, far cuter than they remembered. But you were quiet and you sat in the row in front of them, so they never really got the chance to talk to you. Sure, they were loud and outgoing with their friends and their team, but they were much more reserved with people they didnât know. Especially a girl that they liked.
It was easy enough to keep you off their mind for most of the semester. It wasnât an all-consuming crush or anything, just a reason for them to love a class theyâd never been very good at. That was until the few weeks after fall break when soccer practice overlapped with marching band rehearsal.
Coach Martinez always likened the distant sounds of the band to a stand-in for the crowd cheering and claimed it was good to practice ignoring outside distractions. It bothered some of the other girls, but Van always liked listening to them while the team had the ball on the other side of the field during scrimmages. Then one day as they were heading toward the locker rooms after practice, they heard a laugh from the direction of the band room. It was loud and melodic, and when they saw you smiling with your friends, their heart skipped a beat. Screw soccer; they already won nationals last year. Their new goal was to be the one who made you laugh like that.
âWhat are you looking at?â Natalie asked, coming up behind them. Van didnât even realize theyâd stopped walking.
âThat girlâs in my English class,â they answered, pointing. âI didnât know they were in the band.â
âOh yeah, Y/N. They play the trombone, I think.â
âWait, you know them?â Van asked, sounding a little too excited. Thankfully, Nat pretended not to notice.
âYeah, theyâre friends with Kevyn. Iâve smoked weed with them a few times. Theyâre cool but kinda nerdy. Kinda like you.â Nat gave them a knowing smirk, and Van turned away to hide their blush. âCâmon, letâs go. Jackieâll have a conniption if weâre late for the post-practice meeting.â
Van nodded and followed her into the locker room, but they barely heard a word of Jackieâs speech. They couldnât stop thinking about you. And as much as they hated having crushes, the butterflies in their stomach werenât as painful as theyâd been in the past. Maybe with you, things could actually go their way this time. You knowing Nat certainly seemed like a good sign. It was like Lottie said, Van decided. Thereâs no such thing as false hope.
Van Palmer sat one row behind and two seats to the left of you in English class. Youâd been going to the same school for four years now, but this was the first class youâd had together. You couldnât help but hope that youâd be able to get to know them better, but the way your heart pounded every time you walked into the room made it impossible to even say hi to them. Youâd had a huge crush on them ever since last year when you and Kevyn went to see his friend Natalie play in the state championship game. Thatâs when the beautiful redheaded goalie caught your eye, and youâd been dreaming about them ever since.
Luckily, you didnât have to talk to them on your own. After three months of less-than-stellar class discussions, your teacher decided to let you pair off into groups to talk about the latest reading assignment. You took a deep breath as your classmates shuffled around you, but before you could even get up from your chair, Van was standing beside you.
âHey, Y/N, do you want to work together?â they asked, wringing their hands nervously.
âYeah, sure,â you nodded. They returned your smile and slid into the chair next to you, its usual occupant now giggling with his friends in the back row. âSo, what did you think of Frankenstein?â
âIt was the scariest book about parenting Iâve ever read,â they quipped. You snorted, and their eyes shone as a proud grin spread across their face.
âThatâs one way to describe it,â you smiled. âSo who do you think was the villain, Frankenstein or his monster?â
âOh, Victor was the villain, no question,â they declared. âTo create life only to abandon it when you know its existence is cursed? Câmon, heâs literally the definition of a mad scientist.â
âYeah, but the monster did some pretty fucked up things too. I mean, he killed a kid.â
âAnd that was horrible, obviously. But I think the real question is whether his circumstances made him evil or if the darkness was inside him all along. And then if it was inside him the whole time, then isnât it really Victorâs fault for creating him in the first place?â
âThatâs a really good way of looking at it,â you said, and they glanced down at the floor. âI hadnât thought of it like that.â
Van shrugged. âI really liked this book. I donât know, something about it just clicked with me.â
âWell, then you can speak for both of us when Ms. Fite comes over because Iâve got nothing,â you chuckled.
They smirked. âYeah, alright. I think I can do that.â
Despite the rest of the conversation flowing naturally with you trading jokes as you discussed the book, you didnât talk to Van much after that. But they did smile and wave at you every day when you walked into class, so you considered that a win. And you noticed that they were speaking up more in class discussions, which you knew had to be a coincidence. But they were really smart, and it brought a smile to your face every time you heard them speak. You were starting to feel like Frankensteinâs monster, with your perfect girl just out of reach, unable to make them yours.
âHey, does anyone want to go to the movies with me Friday night?â Natalie asked as the team got changed after practice a week later. âIâve been wanting to see Bound.â
âOoh, Iâve been wanting to see that too!â Lottie exclaimed, getting up to stand at Natâs side.
âJackie? Shauna? What about you? I heard you talking about it a few practices ago.â
âI wish we could, but Shauna and I are gonna go see Jeff play in the football game,â Jackie smiled, winking at Shauna.
âBut the football team sucks,â Mari said with a look of disgust.
âYeah, but itâs kinda fun to watch them play like shit,â Shauna smirked.
âItâs very fun to watch them play like shit. And us national champs get in free!â Jackie grinned.
âCan I come to the movies?â Misty asked eagerly, bouncing over from the equipment closet. Lottie scoffed, but Nat turned around slowly and looked her up and down.
âSure,â she said, and it was clear Misty was trying hard to contain her excitement. She was practically vibrating. âMeet us by the field after school.â
âOkay! I canât wait!â Misty beamed, skipping away. Lottie raised an eyebrow at Nat.
âOh, fuck off,â she defended, smirking. âSheâs awkward, but sheâs harmless.â
âYeah, be nice to her. Sheâs a great manager,â Laura Lee chimed in, and Jackie gave her an approving nod.
Lottie, Shauna, and Mari rolled their eyes, and Van chuckled. They were too preoccupied with thoughts of you to join in on the teasing like they usually did, but theyâd been listening to every word.
âWhat about you, Palmer?â Nat asked, walking up to them as she grabbed her bag. âYou wanna come see Bound with us? It seems like your kinda movie.â
âIt is. Thatâs why I saw it opening weekend,â Van replied. Nat nodded.
âAlright, suit yourself,â she said, slamming her locker door shut. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âSee ya,â Van smiled as Nat followed Lottie out of the locker room. Then when the conversation died down, they walked over to where Jackie and Shauna were giggling together, their hands stuffed into their back pockets. âHey, can I come with you guys to the game on Friday?â
âThe football game?â Jackie asked in disbelief. âSince when does Van Palmer have any interest in football?â
âI donât. I just wanna get out of the house,â they shrugged, glancing at the floor. It was believable enough. None of their teammates knew any of the details, but they knew their mom was a bitch. âI mean, if we get in free, then it seems like a pretty good way to pass the time.â
âSure,â Shauna smiled. âI can give you a ride, too.â
âThanks.â
âGreat!â Jackie exclaimed, reaching out and squeezing Vanâs hand. âThis is going to be so fun!â
Van nodded in agreement and turned back to their locker. It would be fun, but not for the reason Jackie thought. They just had to make sure they didnât find out that they only wanted to watch you march.
By the time Friday rolled around, Van still hadnât worked up the courage to talk to you again. You did smile and wave back at them every time you walked into class though, so they considered that a win. But Van could never be satisfied with small victories. They were a national soccer champion, after all. They hoped that stepping into your world would give them something to talk to you about. Then maybe theyâd be closer to winning the prize they were really after.
Van didnât have to wait long before Shauna pulled up, with Jackie calling out to them excitedly from the passenger side. They greeted them with a smile as they climbed into the backseat, and Jackie turned to look at them as Shauna sped away.
âSo, are you excited for the game?â
âExcited to see our team get their asses handed to them, more like,â Shauna said. Van laughed.
âWell, now I am.â
âOh, youâre gonna love it. Theyâre awful,â Jackie sneered. Before Van could respond, Shauna reached out and switched the tape to Nevermind. Jackie whipped around to glare at her playfully. âHey!â
âSorry, were you listening to that?â
âYeah, I was, actually.â
âWell, too bad. Van likes Nirvana, and so do I. Youâre outvoted.â
Jackie scoffed, pretending to be offended, and Shauna grinned. âYou didnât even ask Van. Maybe they should get to choose the music.â
âNo, I like listening to you two bicker like an old married couple,â Van deadpanned, which sent all three girls into a fit of laughter.
âSee, this is why we really go to the football games,â Shauna said, glancing at Van in the rearview mirror. Jackie nodded.
âOh, for sure. Itâs never about the boys.â
Van chuckled and turned to stare out the window. If only they knew, they thought to themself with a smile. If only they knew.
They arrived at the game just as the band was marching around the track. And although it took more effort than they would like to admit, Van managed not to look for you as they followed Jackie and Shauna into the bleachers. They would have plenty of time to admire you when you performed at halftime. That was when the band played, wasnât it?
âWhy are those seats empty?â Van asked, pointing to the section next to them. They were in the student section, which was far less populated than it was for their games, right next to the stairs and a few rows from the top.
âThatâs where the band sits,â Jackie explained. Vanâs eyes widened. They sat down and started bouncing their leg, trying not to picture you sitting just a few feet away from them. Luckily, they were distracted when the band began to take the field. Oh, right, there was a pregame.
âSo why did you really want to come to the game?â Jackie asked, leaning forward to peer at Van.
âWhat?â
âOh, come on. We all know youâve never wanted to see a football game before. Thereâs gotta be a reason,â Jackie smirked, and Van stared at the ground. âDo you like one of the guys on the football team?â
Van made a face.
âLeave them alone, Jackie,â Shauna said. She was sitting between them, and Van was suddenly very grateful for the small buffer she provided.
âIâm just asking! You donât have to tell us who it is, Van. But I can tell thereâs someone you were hoping to see.â
âI donât like any of the football players,â Van said, repulsion evident on their face. But before any of them could say anything else, the band began to play the fight song. Van turned to watch, smiling unconsciously when they spotted you in the front row.
âOh my god, wait! Do you like one of the guys in the band?â Jackie exclaimed. Van felt their face heating up. âNo way, you totally do! What instrument does he play?â
âI donât like any guys,â Van defended weakly.
âOh, come on! Your face is as red as your hair, I know youâre lying. Just tell us about him! We can keep a secret!â
âJackie, just drop it,â Shauna growled. âThey donât have to tell you anything.â
âJeez, weâre just talking about boys,â Jackie said. Van shifted uncomfortably, and Shauna gave them an apologetic glance. âYâknow, if you tell me who it is, I might be able to give you some advice on how to woo him. I mean, this is so exciting! Youâve never liked a guy before!â
Van scoffed.
âI donât think they want to talk about boys,â Shauna said pointedly, but Van missed her inflection and Jackieâs response. The band had begun filing into the stands and they sat up to watch, their eyes never leaving you. Their heart beat faster the closer you got until you finally found your seat, right next to the stairs and one row in front of Van. You started when you locked eyes, a shy grin spreading across your face, and Van beamed and waved at you. You waved back before turning to hear what your director was saying, and Van let out a shaky sigh.
âHoly shit! You like that girl, donât you?â Jackie practically yelled in surprise.
âShut up!â Van hissed, whipping around to glare at her. âWhat the fuck, Jackie?â
âIâm sorry,â she said sheepishly, much quieter this time. âI just didnât know you were a lesbian.â
Van put their head in their hands and groaned.
âWe wonât tell anyone,â Shauna said softly, patting Vanâs back. âRight, Jackie?â
âOf course not! And we totally support you. I-I was just surprised- which now that I think about it, I probably shouldnât be. It actually makes a lot of sense.â
âSeriously?â
âNo, itâs fine,â Van sighed, giving Shauna a grateful glance. âI donât really care about people knowing. I mean, donât tell anyone, please, but itâs fine if you guys know. I just⌠donât want Y/N to know that I like them.â
âWhy not?â Jackie asked, her voice genuine. âIf you like them, then you should ask them out.â
âI canât just ask them out, I barely know them.â
âYou did come to a football game just to see them play in the band,â Shauna remarked. âAnd they smiled at you. That seems pretty friendly to me.â
âTheyâre cute,â Jackie grinned. âDo you wanna tell us about them?â
âWell, theyâre in my English class, and we did an assignment together last week. Theyâre really funny, and sweet, and⌠beautiful- god, I donât know! This is stupid!â
âItâs not stupid,â Jackie chuckled.
âYouâve never talked about a crush before, have you?â Shauna asked warmly. Van shook their head.
âBefore today, the only person who knew I was a lesbian was Nat, and thatâs not really her thing,â they sighed. âAnd itâs not like Iâve ever done anything about a crush before anyway. Itâs different for me! Before I can even ask if they might like me, I have to figure out if they like girls! And spoiler alert, most of the time, they donât.â
âBut you donât know that. You just need to talk to them and ask. I mean, whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âNo offense, Jackie, but I donât think you know the first thing about homophobia.â
âYouâre right, I donât,â Jackie admitted. âBut I do know about flirting. And Y/N has been staring at you for, like, five minutes.â
Vanâs eyes widened as they fought the urge to turn around. âWhat? Really?â
âTotally. Theyâre trying to be subtle, but theyâre not very good at it.â
Van grinned in spite of themself. âWhat do I do?â
âSmile back at them!â Jackie encouraged. âYouâve gotta let them know youâre interested.â
âOkay,â Van nodded, trying to swallow their nerves. They turned around slowly to find that you were indeed staring at them. They gave a little wave when they met your eyes, and you nearly missed when your director called your instruments up. âOh, shit! I distracted them!â Van groaned. âI shouldnât have done that.â
âItâs fine! Theyâre still playing, arenât they?â Jackie said, louder now over the sound of Eye of the Tiger. If they werenât so embarrassed, Van wouldâve marveled at how great you sounded.
âAnd their ears turned red,â Shauna whispered, leaning over and pointing. âYou should at least talk to them as a friend. Yâknow, get to know them. Thatâs probably the best way to find out if they like girls.â
âOkay, maybe youâre right,â Van conceded.
Jackie clapped her hands excitedly. âYay! And you have to tell us how it goes, okay? I want to know all the details about you and your soon-to-be-girlfriend!â
âFine,â Van smiled, rolling their eyes. âBut neither one of you is allowed to talk during halftime. Thatâs when they perform.â
âYeah, okay,â Shauna smirked while Jackie buried her head in her shoulder to hide her laughter. âWeâll be quiet.â
Van knew for a fact that Shauna and Jackie had never been quiet in their lives, but they just shook their head and kept their mouth shut. Luckily, the conversation shifted to other topics, and Van started to feel relaxed. And when the buzzer finally rang at the end of the first half, all their nerves had been replaced by eager anticipation.
Well, most of their nerves.
âAnd now, please welcome to the field your 1996 Wiskayok High School Marching Yellowjackets!â the announcer boomed. Someone slapped Vanâs shoulder. They didnât see if it was Jackie or Shauna, but they didnât really care. All of their attention was focused on you. âThis yearâs performance is a tribute to the greatest spy in movie history. Please enjoy Bond, James Bond.â
âNo way,â Van breathed as the first note rang out through the stadium. You were playing the 007 theme. It sounded exactly like it did in the movies! And Van should know, theyâd seen all seventeen of them.
But just when they thought they couldnât be more impressed, they noticed what formation the band was marching into. They had started out in lines like they were for the parade, but as they went along, parts of the band would break off and play in place, the squares forming five dots across the field. Just like the beginning of the gun barrel sequence.
âHoly shit,â Van whispered, scooting up to the edge of their seat. And if Jackie and Shauna were laughing at them, they didnât notice. They watched with rapt attention as the band played, the sound filling the entire stadium. Then everyone began marching again, all moving in different directions at different gaits. How anyone could remember where to go was completely beyond Van as they gazed in wonder at the picture you were creating. The dot in the middle of the field had morphed into a circle, and everyone else formed eight curved lines spiraling away from it. Now they were the gun barrel! And when you all moved in sync across the field to move the gun barrel to the left, Van considered their mind officially blown. Then the drums made a sound like a gunshot, and they all began to trickle down to the front of the field, starting from the top. Just like the blood, they folded together until they were in one big row on the sideline. And when you played the final note, Van leapt to their feet and cheered.
âOh my god, youâre so whipped,â Jackie laughed.
âShut up,â Van said, still smiling. âI mean, come on! Tell me that wasnât the coolest thing youâve ever seen!â
âIt was cool,â Shauna agreed. âBut Jackieâs right. Youâre totally whipped.â
âAlright, well, fuck both of you,â Van retorted, sitting back down as the announcerâs voice filled the stadium once more.
âThe Wiskayok Marching Yellowjackets will now perform their second movement, âNobody Does It Betterâ from the 1977 film The Spy Who Loved Me, featuring trombone soloist Y/N L/N!â
âOh, shit, thatâs them!â Van cried. The band all ran to stand in an arc, but you stayed on the sideline, front and center. Van fought the urge to leap to their feet again.
âLooks like your girlâs a rock star,â Jackie smirked.
âHell yeah they are,â Van grinned. âI have great taste.â
The band started playing, and Van could hear Carly Simonâs voice in their head. It was incredible how the music could be played on a completely different set of instruments and still sound the same. And when you began to play your solo, the notes ringing out clear and beautiful through the microphone, Van couldnât help but quietly sing along.
âBut like heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is keeping all my secrets safe tonightâ
âIn 1973, âLive and Let Dieâ earned the Bond series its first music-related Oscar nomination for best original song, performed by Paul McCartney and Wings,â the announcer explained when the second song ended. âAnd now, the Marching Yellowjackets will close out their performance with their version of this chart-topping hit, arranged by our very own Director Frank Jones!â
âWait, âarrangedâ? What does that mean?â Jackie asked. Van wouldnât have been able to answer; they were clueless about music too. But they didnât hear her, because once again, they were too busy watching you. You had run back to stand with the other trombone players in the arc, and they could tell you were smiling even from the stands.
Once again your performance sounded exactly like it did in the movie. Even Jackie and Shauna were singing along this time. And before Van even realized âLive and Let Dieâ had ended, the band was playing the 007 theme and moving again. And when you played the final note, you formed the 007 logo in the center of the field. They leapt to their feet again, cheering even louder than before, and they only sat down when the band started making their way back to the stands.
âWoo! Way to go, band!â Jackie shouted once you were in earshot. âYou guys were great!â
âWhat are you doing?â Van hissed.
âIâm just showing my appreciation for our music department,â Jackie shrugged coyly while Shauna snickered. âDo something, theyâre looking at you!â
Van blushed and turned to find you smiling at them. They grinned back and flashed you a thumbs-up, which you returned with a chuckle.
âArenât you glad Iâm here to be your wingwoman?â Jackie smirked.
âYes,â Van sighed reluctantly, rolling their eyes. âBut I will set you on fire if you do anything like that again. That was mortifying.â
âOh, bite me,â she said sarcastically, a smug grin on her face. âWithout me, I bet you wouldnât even be able to say hi to them.â
âWell, maybe I like pining from the shadows.â
âAgain, you came to the football game just to watch them march. Thatâs not very âfrom the shadowsâ of you.â
âShut up, Shauna,â Van laughed, nudging her.
The football team lost sixty-five to three, apparently their worst game all season. But Van couldnât care less. They were on cloud nine for the whole second half, the world seeming to stop every time you turned around and grinned at them. They were barely able to pay attention to Jackie and Shaunaâs playful bickering as they left the stadium.
âVan, look, there they are!â Jackie exclaimed, pointing subtly to where you were walking through the parking lot with your friends.
âYou should go talk to them,â Shauna encouraged with a warm smile.
âNo, I⌠I canât do that,â Van stuttered, all their nerves returning at once. âTheyâre busy, I donât want to bother them.â
âC���mon, theyâre not doing anything!â Jackie said exasperatedly. âJust say hi, itâs not that hard! Go on, go!â She pushed Van toward you, but they just stood there, trying and failing to not stare at you.
âI just donât wanna mess this up,â Van murmured.
âYouâre not gonna mess it up,â Shauna said gently. âJust talk to them as a friend, remember? You got this.â
Van stepped forward hesitantly, biting their lip. Then a gust of wind knocked a feather out of your plume and blew it into Vanâs left cheek. âYeah, I canât do this,â they gasped, turning back quickly.
âYes, you can! Thereâs nothing to be afraid of,â Shauna said, but Van just hugged their chest tightly and shook their head.
âLook, either do it or donât, but can you make a decision, please? Itâs freezing out here,â Jackie complained. Shauna gave her a side-eye.
âItâs okay, Van. Youâll get another chance on Monday, right?â
âYeah. Yeah, I guess,â they sighed. You were moving farther and farther away, but their anxiety kept them rooted to the spot. So much for their usual cocksure attitude; they couldnât even say hi to a girl they liked.
They climbed into Shaunaâs car and pressed their forehead against the window, watching you walk up to the band door and feeling sorry for themself. Then you made eye contact with them, your beautiful smile shining on your face. Van waved, but you disappeared into the band room like they werenât there at all. I knew it. They never like girls, Van thought bitterly, putting their head in their hands. Or maybe they just donât like me.
âThey just waved at me again!â you exclaimed once the door had shut behind you.
âOh my god, when?â Your two best friends ran up to you, grinning eagerly.
âJust now! They were leaving in their friendâs car, I just saw them!â
âDid you wave back?â
âNo, I⌠I freaked out. I froze.â
âOh, come on!â Lauren cried.
âYouâve been flirting with them the whole game, how could you drop the ball now?â Liv slapped you in the arm playfully.
âI didnât mean to!â you groaned. âTrust me, no oneâs more disappointed in me than I am.â
âI donât know, Iâm pretty invested in your love life,â Liv quipped.
âDo you really think Van likes me?â
âOf course they like you!â Lauren smiled. âYou saw how they were looking at you, right?â
âYeahâŚâ
âThen youâve gotta talk to them!â Liv insisted. âOn Monday, in class. Itâs the perfect time to make your move!â
âMy move? Whatâs my move? I donât have moves!â
âJust talk to them,â Lauren said. âThe moves will come to you in the moment. All you gotta do is be yourself.â
âYeah, Van would have to be a real idiot if they didnât want you,â Liv chimed in. You smiled.
âThanks, guys. Iâll try to talk to them on Monday.â
âDonât try, just do it!â Liv smirked.
âWe believe in you!â Lauren grinned. You rolled your eyes. It was a lot easier for them to say. They werenât the ones who risked getting rejected by the most beautiful girl in school.
Despite your friendsâ encouragement, neither one of you made an effort to talk to each other on Monday. Van still smiled and waved at you, and you returned the gesture like always, but that was as far as you had the guts to take it. Van tried not to let it sour their mood at practice that afternoon.
âHey, how was Bound?â they asked when Nat and Lottie walked in.
âIt was great,â Lottie answered. âIt was what happened afterward that was a nightmare.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âMisty! She went fucking berserk on this old lady, it was crazy!â
âSome housewife was saying some homophobic shit after the movie,â Nat explained.
âAnd now, Mistyâs banned from the theater,â Lottie huffed before walking away. Van raised an eyebrow at Nat.
âShe was possessed!â she grinned with an adoring look in her eyes. âI was wrong, man. Sheâs definitely not harmless.â
Van scoffed. âMaybe I shouldâve gone with you after all.â
âNaw, I bet you had fun at the football game,â Nat smirked, nudging them. Van looked away as she leaned in. âDid you enjoy the bandâs performance?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOh, yeah? Then Iâm sure you have no idea why Jackie and Shauna keep glancing over here either, do you?â
Van groaned.
âDid you tell them or did they find out?â Nat asked softly.
âThey found out.â
âAnd are you good?â
Van smiled at her. âYeah. Yeah, Iâm good.â
âGood,â Nat nodded. Then she winked. âYou should totally ask Y/N out, by the way.â
âFuck you,â Van chuckled.
âItâs not me you should be fucking,â Nat teased. Van gaped at her as she scurried away, laughing. Van just shook their head and got changed for practice, avoiding Jackie and Shaunaâs piercing gaze. If anything could get you off their mind, it was soccer.
It worked for a while. It was their best practice so far this season; they didnât let a single ball get past them. But the respite was short-lived. Their thoughts of you returned the moment Coach Martinez blew the whistle at the end of practice, and so did their sour mood. And it only grew as the week went on and the idea of talking to you became more and more impossible. Luckily, Nat noticed Vanâs pain and offered them the perfect solution.
âHey,â Van greeted as they approached the spot behind the dumpsters where Nat had instructed them to meet. âThanks again for hooking me up.â
âNo problem,â Nat smiled. âHappy to help.â
Van nodded, ignoring Natâs uncharacteristic cheeriness, and handed over the small wad of cash. Nat pocketed the money, and after glancing around to make sure no one was looking, handed Van a small bag of weed.
âI think youâre really gonna like this stuff,â she said with a wink.
âThanks,â Van smiled, eyeing the weed hungrily. Then they heard footsteps behind them and they snapped their head up to stare fearfully at Nat.
âDonât worry, itâs cool,â Nat said. And before Van could react, someone else had walked into their little hiding spot.
âSorry Iâm late,â a familiar voice said. âMy trig teacher was being a bitch again and held us after the bell.â
âNo problem,â Nat grinned. âI was just finishing up another sale. Have you, uh, met my teammate?â
âNo, I donât think I- Van.â
Van had finally turned around, and they were now face to face with their worst nightmare. Or their dream come true, depending on what happens next. âHey, Y/N.â
âSo you have met,â Nat said, breaking the silence after a few moments. âI figured, Iâve got two people buying from the same batch, why not do it at the same time?â She gave Van a knowing grin, and Van fought the urge to throttle her.
âUh, yeah, thatâs uh⌠smart,â you said. Then you handed her the money and she gave you a bag just like Vanâs. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â Nat replied. âNow, Iâve gotta run, but it would be better if you two could wait a minute before you leave. Yâknow, make this look less like a drug deal.â
âYeah, sure. We can do that,â you nodded, avoiding Vanâs eyes. âThanks again.â
âSee ya around, Y/N. Van, youâll have to tell me how you like it at practice next week.â
Van watched her go, and then they were left alone with you. The only sound was the pounding of their heart, and they prayed you couldnât hear it.
âSo, uh⌠how have you been?â you asked nervously.
âGood. You?â
âGood.â
âI saw you at the football game last week. Your show was really great.â
âThanks,â you smiled. âIâm glad you got to see it.â
âIt was so cool how you did the gun barrel sequence. And your solo sounded amazing!â Van gushed. âIt was just like the movies! If Iâd known that marching band was so cool, I wouldâve gone to a football game a lot sooner.â
You blushed, and Vanâs anxiety skyrocketed. They hadnât meant to say that. Now theyâd really messed up.
âIâm glad you liked it,â you breathed.
âI, uh, I have to go,â Van announced, clearing their throat loudly. âI have to catch the bus.â
âBut the school buses have already left.â
âNo, the city bus,â Van explained. âThe nearest stop is a mile away, so I need to start walking.â They turned and left the spot behind the dumpsters, but you stopped them before they could get any farther.
âI could give you a ride,â you called. Van turned back around slowly. âIf you want.â
âAre you sure?â
âTotally. I mean, Iâve got a car and nowhere to be. Itâs not a limo or anything, but itâs better than the city bus.â
Now Van was the one who was blushing. âYeah, that sounds great,â they grinned shyly.
âPerfect,â you beamed, pulling your key out of your pocket. âRight this way, mâlady.â
Van giggled and followed your lead. Maybe they really did have a chance this time.
âYou can throw your backpack in the backseat,â you said as you climbed into the car. âAnd you can pick some music, my tapes are in the glovebox.â
Van nodded, placing their backpack at their feet and opening the glovebox. They were expecting to find two or three tapes, maybe four, but you had nearly a dozen stacked in there. âWoah!â they exclaimed, glancing between you and the tapes. âHow do you have so many tapes? Are you, like, rich or something?â
âNo, Iâm not rich,â you chuckled. âMy aunt owns the record store downtown. I get a discount on all the music I want, and they gave me a bunch of their old tapes from the seventies. David Bowie, Queen, the Ramones, stuff like that.â
âNo way, I love Queen and Bowie!â Van cried.
âOh yeah?â
âYeah! I went as the Aladdin Sane album cover for Halloween a few years ago!â
âYou did? Thatâs awesome!â
âWell, I already have the red hair,â Van joked. You laughed. âI love that record store, itâs so cool that your aunt owns it.â
âWeâll have to go there together sometime. I bet I can get you a discount too.â
âYeah, that would be fun,â Van said softly, turning back to look through the tapes. They slid David Bowieâs Letâs Dance into the tape deck as you pulled out of the parking lot. You began tapping out the rhythm of âModern Loveâ on your steering wheel, and Van joined you on air guitar. When the chorus came on you belted it out, both of you singing off-key. Everything felt so natural that Van almost forgot about being anxious.
âDo you usually buy from Nat?â you asked them.
âYeah. I donât smoke a lot of weed, but when I do I get it from her. I think everyone on the team does, itâs just easier. What about you?â
âI usually buy from Kevyn, actually. But he sent me to Nat this time. I guess he doesnât have anything to sell right now or something.â
âHuh. Yeah, something like that,â Van muttered.
âDo you ever smoke with your teammates?â
âSometimes Iâll smoke with Nat and Lottie, but most of the time I smoke alone. I usually have to smoke it right after I buy it since I canât keep it at my house.â
âCanât let your parents find it, huh? My folks are the same way. Coupleâa hardasses,â you smirked.
âNo, my mom will steal it and smoke it herself,â Van said humorlessly.
âOh.â You sat in silence for a moment, not quite comfortable but not as awkward as before. âDo you have to be home by a certain time?â
âNo,â Van shook their head. âWhy?â
âWell, if you donât want to go home yet, I was thinking we could head to the park a few blocks over. Maybe this time we donât have to smoke alone.â
âYeah, Iâd really like that,â Van beamed. You returned their eager expression and changed course, turning the music up. Van couldnât believe their luck.
âWhy donât you guys play at our soccer games?â Van asked while you were rolling your joints.
âWe canât march on the soccer field. We need the yard lines to figure out where weâre going,â you explained. âBut we play at basketball games, and we donât march at those. Yâknow, Iâm actually not sure.â
âI wish you did play at our games,â Van mused. âThat would be so cool.â
âYeah, it would be fun. I guess Iâll just have to go to them on my own. I can get some of the other trombones to come too. Weâll sing for you.â
Van chuckled. âI bet weâd be undefeated again this year if you did that.â
âNaw, you donât need our help with that. I saw you playing at states last year. I donât know anything about soccer, and even I could tell that you guys are amazing.â
âYou saw us play at states?â
âUh, yeah,â you said quietly after a beat, nearly dropping your joint as you tried to light it. âOh, hey, the album ended.â
âYeah, it did.â
âHere, let me play you something,â you said, reaching past them for the glovebox. âMy cousin visited us from California last summer, and he introduced me to this awesome new band down there. Theyâre called blink-182.â You pulled out a tape that said Cheshire Cat and put it in and a punk rock guitar riff filled the car. âI think youâll like them. They donât take anything seriously.â
âRude,â Van scoffed, taking a hit and blowing the smoke out the window. âIâm taking that as a compliment.â
You continued talking and laughing together as you got high, the weed and conversation relaxing you both. And by the time you got to the end of your joints, you were discussing one of your many shared interests; Star Trek.
âRikerâs actually the reason I started playing trombone,â you said proudly. âThe best instrument for the best character.â
âYou think Rikerâs the best character?â Van repeated, trying to hide their disappointment. âMost girls have a crush on Picard.â
âWhat? No, I donât have a crush on Riker,â you insisted, shaking your head. âHeâs my favorite character for sure, but I donât have a crush on him.â
âOh.â
âYeah, heâs definitely not the character I have a crush on,â you breathed.
âThen who do you have a crush on?â Van asked quietly, unconsciously leaning in. You mirrored them.
âDoctor Crusher,â you answered. âI love how caring she is. And she has such a cute smile⌠beautiful red hairâŚâ
âYou⌠you like girls?â
You froze. âUm, yeah, I, uh⌠I do.â You shifted uncomfortably. âYou donât have, like, a problem with that or anything-â
âNo, I donât,â Van said quickly. âI like girls too.â
âYou do?â you whispered, leaning in again.
âYeah, I do.â
And then Van closed the gap. Your lips were chapped, and the smell of weed was almost suffocating, but they never wanted this moment to end. They chased after you clumsily and you cupped their left cheek, deepening the kiss. Then, just when they started thinking the kiss could lead to something more, they caught one of the lyrics in the song.
âIâm so sorry, what is this song about?â Van asked incredulously. You cringed.
âItâs, uh⌠itâs about a woman who accidentally sleeps with her estranged father.â
âYeah, okay, thatâs what I thought,â they said before bursting into a fit of laughter. You let out a nervous chuckle.
âItâs one of their joke songs,â you explained as you turned off the music. âIf Iâd known we were going to be doing this I wouldâve picked a different album.â
âNo, no, itâs hilarious. Now Iâm never going to forget our first kiss.â
âFirst?â You raised an eyebrow. Van just shrugged and smiled at you, their face flushing a beautiful shade of pink. âWow,â you breathed, and Van saw the desire theyâd been feeling reflected in your eyes.
âYeah, would you, uh⌠wanna go out with me sometime?â they asked after a moment of comfortable silence.
âShouldnât I be the one asking you that? Yâknow, since Iâm the one with the car?â you smirked. They grinned sheepishly. âYeah, Iâd love to.â
âPerfect,â Van said before pouncing on you again. You gripped their hips as they leaned over the gear shift, quickly regaining control and kissing them passionately. Van melted at your touch. âHey, weâre pretty good at this,â they quipped, maneuvering to sit in your lap.
âHell yeah we are,â you grinned.
By the time you took Van home, it was already getting dark. And over the next few days, the piece of paper with Vanâs messily scrawled phone number got more use than your trombone. You agreed that the best kind of first date was dinner and a movie, and you decided to go and see Wes Cravenâs new horror movie Scream. Its opening night lined up with your last day of school before winter break, and you both had a major crush on Drew Barrymore, so it was the perfect fit.
When the day came, you were both nervous wrecks in English class. And not because of your final; although you both probably shouldâve studied harder for it. But this was it. Before youâd just been talking, and kissing when you got the chance. But a real date. That made it official. You would be girlfriends.
After deliberating for longer than you would like to admit, you pulled on your favorite button-up shirt and your trusty leather jacket. Then you checked your appearance in the mirror one last time and headed to Vanâs house, your heart racing the whole way. You arrived a few minutes early and waited anxiously out front. Van had asked you not to go to the door, but you were starting to feel like you were in the wrong place.
âHey, Y/N!â Van called excitedly, opening the passenger door and pulling you from your thoughts.
âHey, Van,â you smiled. They were wearing a denim jacket over one of their rugby shirts. It wasnât terribly different from what they normally wore, but it was Van. Youâd never seen anything more beautiful. âYou ready to go?â
Van nodded eagerly. âIâve been looking forward to this all week.â
You leaned over and placed a quick kiss on their lips. âMe too.â
âThen letâs go already,â they laughed. You drove away and they slid Queenâs Greatest Hits album into the tape deck. You both sang along at the top of your lungs until you reached the cheap Italian place by the theater.
As much as you wanted to hold hands as you walked in, you knew you had to pretend like this wasnât a date. Neither one of you wanted it to get out that you were lesbians. Too much trouble could come from that. But thankfully the server sat you at the corner table, so you were able to enjoy some modicum of privacy. Still, being together in public was a lot more nerve-wracking than stealing kisses in the janitorâs closet between classes.
âWhat are you going to get?â you asked as you looked over the menu.
âSpaghetti and meatballs. Easily the best type of pasta,â Van smirked.
âMy thoughts exactly.â
âMaybe we should share. That way we can do the thing from Lady and the Tramp.â
You laughed, loud and melodic, and Van beamed. âAnd which one am I?â
âThe tramp, obviously. Have you ever seen a more sophisticated lady than myself?â Van said with an exaggerated posh accent. You laughed again.
âIf you want me to be a tramp for you, just say so,â you whispered. Van giggled.
âOnly if youâre the one paying.â
âI was already planning to,â you smiled.
âYouâre too good to me,â they grinned, blushing. You winked.
It was the best meal youâd had in months, and Van wouldâve said the same. And the food was good, sure. But it was the company that put this meal above the rest. Being with Van made you happier than you couldâve imagined, and it was only the first date! You were already looking forward to all the memories you knew you would make together. And they would never tell you, but Van was doing the same.
Wes Cravenâs Scream was the perfect end to the night. The perfect mix of horror, comedy, mystery, and more movie references than Van makes in a day. Neither one of you was scared of Ghostface, of course, but you held hands anyway. On the way home you forwent the music in favor of discussing the queer undertones of Billy and Stuâs relationship and arguing over who was hotter; Sidney or Gale. And when you dropped Van off you sealed the night with a kiss, a soft, lingering kiss that promised many more to come.
âIâm really glad we did this,â you sighed dreamily as they left the car.
âYeah, I canât wait for our next date. Girlfriend.â
You grinned and waved goodbye, already missing them. You were thinking about calling them before they even reached the house. Maybe things are finally starting to look up, you thought as you drove away. Maybe this time weâll get to be happy.
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