The Mic Incident
Three anons requested Tony fics so i thought id give it a go. Not my best work but i hope its decent!!!
Note: The clothing and body types will basically be male stuff, since y’know, he’s gay.
I found myself staring from afar at the boy in the purple button down with the greased back hair. He stood in the lunch line, giving a small smile to the ladies working the stand as he got his food. He began walking away from the line as he paid at the register, I quickly changed my gaze and focused on the pre packaged food in my brown paper bag, a rosy blush very much present on my face.
I was much more startled by sound of someone sitting on the empty bench in front of me. I looked up and was met with the big brown eyes of the one I had become so infatuated with. A lopsided smile took over his face, making his cheeks rise and his eyes squint.
“Hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” he said, the bright smile still on his face.
“Yeah of course,” I said, frantically pulling my food over to my side of the table instead of it running over to the opposite half.
“Awesome. What snapback are we rocking today,” he asked before taking a bite of his sub.
“Still the old Cubs hat,” I said, taking it off and turning it around.
“Ahh, I like it. You said it was a 70’s style cap right?”
“You remembered,” I smiled at him.
“You bet your ass I did. And your hair is starting to curl from the bottom of your hat,” he chuckled.
I grabbed nervously at the strands, “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get it cut.”
“Nah, don’t bother with that. It suits you, I like it.”
I found myself blushing once again due to the Puerto Rican Prince sitting in front of me. I tugged at my hair once again, giving him a quick thank you.
“You’re going to the dance tonight, right,” he asked me, bringing out the puppy dog eyes to make me say yes whether I actually planned on going tonight or not. Thankfully I did actually plan on going.
“Hell yeah. You’re DJing right?”
“Mhmm,” he said before swallowing what he was chewing,” I’ll let you come up there with me. Help me manage the copious amount of tapes I’ll have on the table.”
“Sounds like a plan. Can’t wait,” I smiled back at him.
I felt his leg lean on mine under the table and I found myself trying to hide an obvious blush once again. We made small talk for a while, talking about what we had to do in class today and what songs he planned on playing tonight.
“Hey, you wanna ride to the dance,” he asked me, his voice less confident and smooth than it was before.
“Yeah, thank you,” I said, trying not to smile too hard because fuck, Tony Padillia just asked if I wanted a ride.
“Awesome, I’ll pick you up about 7:30?”
“Yeah, and here,” I said pulling out a slip of scrap paper and a pen. I scribbled down my number quickly and barely legibly and handed it to him.
“Shoot me a text when you leave your place?”
“Will do,” he said as the bell rang.
We both threw our garbage in the trash and he gave me another bright smile before we went our separate ways. He went for his locker and I made my way down to the library where I spent my free period along with my best friend, Jessica.
She was already in our usual spot, scrolling through her phone before she looked up at me.
“Hey, bud. What’s got you so perky,” she asked as she set her phone.
“Guess who’s going to the winter formal with Tony fucking Padilla,” I said with a grin.
“Oh my fuck, congratulations,” she said as I sat down next to her, her giving me a side hug. “God you’ve been gushing over him since the beginning of freshman year.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I blushed, “but I’m so fucking excited.”
“Ahh. I’m so happy for you,” she smiled. “What do you plan on wearing?”
“Well you know Tony, he’s gonna be in his leather so I don’t know how to compliment that.”
“Just wear your vest and bow tie,” she assured me, “You’ll look great, who cares if you guys match.”
“Well, I mean I kinda do.”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna look great.”
We continued talking in the library, trying to get all the homework that was assigned out of the way before the big night ahead. The period went by fast and soon I was pushed on over to English. I didn’t mind the class, the teacher seemed fond of me and she never assigned too much work to do. Class went by even quicker than usual.
“Alright. No new assignments because I know you’re all gonna have a busy weekend. Remember that the essay is due next Friday,” she told us as we all piled out the door.
I made my way to my locker to put away most all the things in my bag. I walked with my head down, looking up from my phone occasionally to make sure I wouldn’t run head on into someone on my walk.
Sure enough it was right at my locker that I bumped into somebody. I looked up already apologizing until once again the dry mouth kicked in and I could barely talk.
“Hey Tony,” I stuttered out.
“Hey,” he grinned. “Just wanted to see if you wanted a ride home.”
“Yes,” I said all too fast, “Sure. Yeah. Thank you,” I coughed trying to collect myself.
I opened my locker and stuffed my shit in, taking out a few notebooks that I used. Tony lead me out to his old car, opening the passenger door for me like the gentleman he was.
“And I thought chivalry was dead,” I joked.
“Well then I guess it’s another old practice I’m reviving,” he chuckled.
He popped in a Joy Division tape and “Love Will Tear Us Apart” played over the speakers.
“This is my favorite band,” I said with a big smile.
“No shit,” he grinned back, “Me too!”
“Hell yeah, Padilla.”
The rest of the drive went by all too quickly and soon enough we were in my driveway. I unbuckled my seatbelt and went to get out of the car but Tony grabbed my hand.
“7:30,” he said with those puppy dog eyes.
“7:30,” I looked back at him.
I went up my porch and into my house, waving him off before I went inside. I ate an early dinner because I know I’d be a mess if i ate any later. Time went by quickly and thankfully Mom was out tonight and Dad was on a business trip. It left me time to get into my own head and fuck myself up a little bit to psych myself up.
Hours went by by me binge watching House Hunters and waiting until about 6 to actually start getting ready. Jessica face timed me as she got ready, her doing her makeup and hair as I got myself all ready.
Soon enough it was 7:15, I was ready to go but still an anxious mess. Tony was such an insanely amazing dude and the fact that he offered to give me a ride and hang out with me for a few hours was insane. I listened to Unknown Pleasures to try to calm my nerves, blasting “Disorder”.
My phone screen lit up with an unknown number saying “Be there in 5. :)”
My head started pounding and the butterflies in my stomach felt like they were on meth. I stood on my front porch for just a few minutes and his red Mustang pulled up and came out right away. He smiled when he saw me, his hair slicked back and his leather making him look sharp even though some would consider him underdressed.
He opened the door like before and I sat down in the car before he closed the door and scurried back over to his side of the car. He looked me up and down subtly.
“Well don’t you look handsome,” he smirked.
“Right back ‘atcha,” I smirked back.
His DJ equipment filled the back of the car and music blasted as we went back to the school. No one would be here for another 45 minutes, it was still set up time. Those who set up the thing were all around already.
The girl who ran the photo booth noticed us right away.
“Hey Tony, Y/N, you two want a picture?”
Tony looked at me with a concerned glance and I just nodded. He agreed and we went to where the blue, snowy background was set up. Tony put his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist. She took one photo and then set us up for another.
Before I could comprehend what was going on, the lights of the flash were in my eyes and the habitual smile was on my face.
Tony’s lips were on my cheek and he pulled away before I could really react. The photos printed from the stand and the girl who ran it handed us each a copy of the photoset.
I looked at Tony with flushed cheeks and he just smiled back at me, he was always smiling. He took my hand and lead me into the gym and we set up his equipment and goofed off until it was about time that people would start coming in. Tony started playing things off his tape as we sat behind the booth.
We talked about random little things, like a “get to know you” type of deal. Later in the dance Ryan came by, pushing Tony’s buttons and making him get a little angry. Ryan complained about the lack of slow songs and Tony rolled his eyes, letting Ryan get what he wants.
I stood up behind the booth and went closer to Tony. I rested my hand on the table, not really paying attention to what was on the table.
I tapped his shoulder and he turned to me, relieved to not be talking to his ex.
“Hey I was thinking. Uhm. You wanna dance?”
Tony was about to answer before he looked down at my hand and out to the entire crowd that was staring up at us. I lifted my hand from the table and in utter shock I backed away, realizing I hit the mic button and the entire fucking gym heard me. It was dead silent until someone started fucking clapping.
Soon enough it spread on and Tony and I just stood side by side, fascinated by the ordeal. He pulled me from my gaze and took my hand, taking me down to the gym floor. Everyone at the dance fucking cheered but right now all I could focus on were Tony’s arms wrapping around my waist. We were in the centre of the floor and Ryan put on a slow song. Other couples gathered around us, some giving me kudos for doing what I did, even though it was an accident.
Tony didn’t do with the gentle resting when it came to getting close to me. His arms were tightly around my waist and mine went around his neck, keeping him close.
“That was one of the best things I’ve ever been a part of, Y/N,” he said as we swayed.
“I try my best,” I chuckled nervously, trying to find something else to focus on because if I stare at Tony I’ll end up a mess.
Tony took a hand from my waist and put it on my jaw, almost forcing me to look back at him.
“Hey,” he said, snapping me out of whatever it was that I was in, “Don’t be so nervous.”
“I’m sorry, I just get really anx-”
He cut me off in the best and most stereotypical way possible.
His plump lips were firm against mine and my eyes closed immediately.
“I know that was cheesy as fuck but I like you. Like a whole lot. And I really hope this isn’t a one-ti-”
“Oh shut up and kiss me.”
And that he did.
One of my hands made it’s way into my hair and he pulled me closer to him if that was even possible.
“I’d say ‘let’s get outta here’ but I’ve still got a job to do for the next half hour,” he giggled to himself.
“Well then let’s go to my place after this then, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said smoothly.
He gave me one last kiss on the side of my mouth before we went back up to the booth. He finished off the set nicely as the crowd dwindled away to just the chaperones and faculty. We wheeled all his stuff into his car and we drove back to mine.
I took him inside the empty house and we went to the basement, where my room was.
“I’m gonna change out of this really quick. Here’s a pair of shorts if you wanna settle in,” I said, tossing him a pair of loose basketball shorts.
He gave me a quick ‘thank you’ before I went to change in the bathroom. I stripped myself of the sweaty dress ups and put on just shorts and a tank top.
I went back out and he was in practically the same thing. I lay next to him on my bed as he turned on the TV.
“House Hunters,” he asked.
“You know it. Just watch this shit, it’s a national treasure.”
“Whatever you say, babe,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.