If only we were in Vegas
Request: “Maybe we should just get married” with Luke + prompt ‘I just tripped and fell face first into your crotch, god end my life now please’
Summary: you’re at the student night when you see the most beautiful boy ever…too bad you’re a pro at embarrassing yourself
The student bar is packed tonight, and it took you and your friends ten full minutes to find a free table. Now you’re squeezed tight at the end of a bench, a beer in your hand as you watch the first couple of people starting to dance to the music.
You haven’t eaten much today, so between the two shots you took at the bar while waiting for a free spot and the beer Camilla bought you, you’re starting to feel a bit tipsy. There’s a warm seeping in your veins at the thought of being surrounded by so many people you love, in a good university, with your second-year exams over and done with.
The girls are gossiping about some dramatic love affair between two of your classmates, and you let your eyes glide further down the row, just looking at people and–
Your thoughts come to a screeching halt. You grab the arm of the person closest to you, who happens to be Camilla.
“Who is that?”