prompt: 8- “what your wearing is very distracting”, 12- “i didn’t realise i needed your permission, 15-“here take my jacket you look freezing & 23- “kiss me”
a/n: another piece from my trial co-owner!! let me know what yous think!!
perfect nails, perfect hair.
after many hours spent in front of the mirror, I was finally ready to leave my room and go to Cheryl Blossom’s party.
“You look fabulous!“ My best friend, Betty Cooper said in amazement.
“I don't look like myself at all, Betty. I shouldn't have put this much lipstick, maybe i should just stay…”
“No friggin way, Y/F/N! You can't spend a friday night inside of your house. Besides, you have to find yourself a date for prom!“
I, myself, am a particularly introvert person. And to be honest, I’ve never been to a party before, let alone at Cheryl Blossom’s
But my friend was right, I totally needed a date for the prom, so I said yes to the party. Betty hugged me tightly and grabbed her purse. We were ready to go.
We entered the massive Thornhill mansion and searched for our mutual friend, one and only, Veronica Lodge. I was already extremely anxious and jittery.
“Oh my god, you guys! Finally!“ said the raven haired girl joyfully.
“Y/n! You look… different?!”
I smiled ungainly.
“Don’t get me wrong, different but amazing…"
Suddenly, there was an awkward silence.
“Do you guys… want something to drink?”
I nodded in agreement. I totally needed some alcohol to warm me up. We slowly entered a huge living room, filled with familiar faces. Kids from my school were there.
Almost all of them, dancing and drinking not surprisingly expensive beer, without even noticing me.
“Hey, you wanna dance?” shouted Betty. The music was very loud.
“I… No, Betty. I’m not… you can go without me! I’ll catch up later.”
She calmly smiled to me. Even though I was surrounded with people, I felt so lonely.
Many weird thoughs were running through my mind. I wanted to be somebody, I wanted to be known by them, but I was just a regular geeky high school freak. I knew it, leaving my house was a horrible idea.
At that exact moment, a familiar red haired boy approached to me.
“Hi there, beautiful”
“So… To be honest, I’ve never seen you at Cheryl’s parties before.”
“Parties are not really my thing” I tried not to look at his face.
“Then what’s your thing?”
I actually started enjoying this conversation.
“Um… Books, music… I don’t know”
He let out a tiny laugh. His laugh, it was like a melody to my soul. We sat on a beach, next to a small beach house. The familiar sound of waves was astonishing.
“Never met a girl like you before, Y/N. Truly rare”
We both laughed. His piercing blue eyes were shining like diamonds in the night. His face, his personality, he was art. We spent the rest of the night talking, opening up to each other. I could feel it, it was love. A weird, spontaneous love. Assuden, it started to rain.
“Jason, we have to go!”
“No, Y/N! We are too far from Thornhill! We have to hide in the beach house"
We quickly rain into the beach house while laughing.”
“The rain is still pouring! We have to stay here.” I said.
“Here, take my jacket, you look freezing”
I put on his comfortable red velvet jacket.
“What’s so special about rain?” he sat next to me.
“I like rain. Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.”
I could feel his eyes staring at me.
“Um… Jason, I have to ask you something”
“Oh so do I… You go first.”
“Why… Why did you choose me over all those girls?”
And we were back to the awkward conversations.
“Well that’s simple. There’s no reason I shouldn’t pick you, Y/N. You are special"
I had to words to say. Was he actually in love with me?
“My turn now!”
He took my hand.
“Y/N, would you like to go to prom with me?"
I stood there, frozen, speachless.
His rosy lips quickly slammed mine. The kiss was strong, breathtaking.
The rain finally stopped pouring
Jason was not just a typo highschool rich kid, he was more than that. He was more than good enough. And I loved him, I truly did. But missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will. …