Marching Band (JARED KLEINMAN X READER)
TW: just fluff my dudes ALSO THIS RLLY SUCKS LOL i>
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Y/N was the coolest person in the marching band. No, really, she was. Everyone knew her. And if you didn’t know her, you wanted to. Y/N played the trumpet. She was second in line, and hit all of the notes perfectly. After moving into town, a few of her peers had spread rumors about her. Most of them said that she practiced, her trumpet, every night for three hours. Others had said that she moved from a musically inclined high school. But, alas, none of the stories were true. There were so many stories made up about Y/N that it was difficult to know which ones were true. In fact, after being in band with her for the past few weeks; Evan only scraped out three facts about Y/N.
1.) She was just naturally good at the trumpet.
2.) She was incredibly nice.
3.) Jared Kleinman was in love with her.
Yes, the third and final fact was true. Evan’s best friend, The Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman, had a whopping crush on Y/N. It was blatantly obvious. Connor teased Jared about developing “heart eyes” whenever Y/N walked into the room. Jared not only blushed at this, but became extremely defensive. Jared’s friends picked up on his behaviors the moment they began.
Evan sunk his teeth into his PB&J sandwich while watching Jared swoon over Y/N across the cafeteria. Jared had barely touched his celery. A few things had changed about Jared since the sprout of his affection for Y/N. Firstly, his glasses never had a single smudge. Last year, Evan would grimace every time Jared looked at him. There was enough dust collected on his spectacles for Evan to mold entire dust-bunny. Now, the hinges were polished, shiny even! Secondly, Jared washed his hair. His prior aroma had vanished. What used to be a wafting of Dorito dust was now replaced with the sweet smell of Old Spice cologne.
“So, when are you going to ask her out?” Zoe asked, smiling, stabbing her salad with a plastic fork.
“Never,” Jared snorted, looking back at Zoe.
“You’re never going to get anywhere with her, if all you do is stare.” Zoe retorted.
Jared wanted to argue, but he knew that Zoe had a point. He reverted his eyes away from Y/N, staring at Zoe’s hand. He began to feel bad for the lettuce.
Band practice was the worst of it all. Jared sat one row behind Y/N. All that he did during the hour was stare at the back of her head. Gazing at the silk-like strands that coiled from the top of her head. Evan sat to the left of Jared, and Connor sat in the very back. Often times, Connor would have to crash his cymbals to get Jared to pay attention.
Jared kept a page at the back of his notebook, dating every time Y/N noticed his existence.
“did you drop this?”
“that’s an Ab. You’re supposed to play a C#”
“what’s the date today?”
The biggest day marked in Jared’s log was October 6th. That was the day that Y/N invited Jared and all of his friends, over to her house to get ready for the big homecoming game. The homecoming game was the biggest event for the whole year. It’s the biggest crowd that the marching band plays to, all year! The evening is full of school spirit. Everyone dresses in their school’s colours and cheers on their teams. For the marching band, they get dressed in their gear and finally perform after hours of practicing. It’s kind of a big deal.
On October 6th, Y/N walked up to Jared after band practice.
Almost immediately knocking his binder over, Jared greeted back, “Oh! Hi!”
“So I was thinking that maybe you, Zoe, Connor, and Evan could all come to my house tonight to get ready?” she flashed her classic smile, making Jared weak in the knees.
“Yes! I mean, uh, yeah, that’s totally fine or whatever-“
“So, I’ll see you then!” Y/N grabbed her bag, prancing off to find her friends by for lunch.
“WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?” Jared slammed Evan into his locker, holding him by the collar of his polo.
“What- I-“ Evan began to spur, his shoulders hunching and face turning white in fear.
“OH MY GOD. THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE SHE MOVED HERE. I’M GOING TO MESS IT UP. I AM GOING TO BE SOME WEIRD-“
Jared felt a large slap delivered to the back of his head. His hands left the grip on Evan’s cotton blend collar, and jumped to the sore on his cranium.
“Get your hands of Hansen. Beating the shit out of him is my job,” a very angry Connor Murphy hissed.
“Jesus, okay,” Jared laid off, taking a step back.
Connor grabbed Evan by the shoulders, making him stand up straight, giving him a pat on the back.
“Okay, what’s up, Kleinman?” Connor scoffed.
“Y/N invited us over to her house tonight. What the hell do I do? Do I dress up? Do I bring snacks? Like what the fuck-“
“Jared, breathe. What’s the worst that could happen?” Connor offered a small hint of a smile.
“Therapy changed you.”
“Listen here, you fucker-“
“GUYS PLEASE,” Evan softly shouted over the two boys.
7:00 rolled around and Jared found himself oddly calm. He had convinced himself that there was nothing to be worried about. He tried to calm himself down by reminding himself that all of his friends would be there with him. I mean, his crush wasn’t that big!
He was wrong. So terribly wrong. His crush on Y/N was huge. And it came swelling back into his throat the moment she opened up the door to her house. She was dressed in shorts and school tshirt. A stripe of the school colour went down her right cheek in acrylic paint. Her hair was curled and pulled to one side. She was gorgeous. And Jared almost shat himself because of it.
“Hey, Jared! Come on in! My mom is making her famous tacos,” she smiled at him warmly.
Jared followed her inside. All of his friends were crowded around the kitchen table, eating tacos. Even Connor was smiling. They all had dinner, painted their faces with paint and got their marching band uniforms on. Piling into Y/N’s car, they set off for the football game.
The entire marching band sat to the side of the stadium, watching the game. But Jared couldn’t concentrate on the quarter back. All he could look at was Y/N. He admired every feature, freckle, and curve on her face. She felt his stare and turned to look at him.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” she began to paw at the skin on her cheek, in attempt to remove an imaginary stain.
Jared giggled, “No.”
“Then what is it?” her smile burned into his mind. His eyes trained on her lips, before squeezing shut.
“Listen, Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you-“
But Jared’s proclamation was cut short by the announcement, that was the introduction for the marching band. He huffed, as she looked at him with sorry eyes. The group of teenagers gathered in a line, playing in harmony.
The clouds above the night sky began to form. They looked heavy and dark. As the marching band’s song came to an end, a single rain drop fell onto Jared’s cheek.
“The thing, I was going to tell you,” Jared whispered to Y/N as the stadium applauded for the band.
Y/N turned to look at Jared. It was raining harder now. The paint on their faces began to melt away.
“I know,” she finally whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
The rain was pouring. The game got cancelled. But Jared didn’t care. The mashing of lips and acrylic paint were the only things on his mind. He dropped his clarinet to the ground, wrapping his arms around her waist.