Request: “Can you do a ‘You Belong With Me’ music video-based one-shot for Cisco Ramon? Like just the neighbor and the paper note writing fluff part haha ty”
Word Count: 531
Notes: Here we go! Our first one-shot! Let me know if you want a part 2! -L
I suppose it started when we were ten.
My window and his window looked right into each other’s.
I ran into my room crying, since I had just gotten into a fight with my older brother over something pointless. I sat on my bed, facing my window, tears streaming down my face.
I saw the person in the window across from mine open their curtain. They rarely did that; it must have always been dark in there.
Behind the curtain was a boy maybe a year older than me with longish dark hair and a wide smile. He looked at me, and saw my gross snotty nose, and immediately his smile faded. He looked around for something, and it seemed like he found it. He held it up. It was a notepad. He held up a finger, signaling for me to wait a moment. I furrowed my eyebrows but nodded anyway. He scribbled something down on it quickly, then held it up. “YOU OK?” was written in a large scrawl with a pink marker, followed by a large smiley face.
I shrugged and grabbed a piece of paper from my desk, writing “BEEN BETTER HAHA”
We ended up having a full conversation that night.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?” He asked.
“Y/N. WHAT ABOUT YOU?”
“THAT’S A COOL NAME”
“YEAH I KNOW”
These conversations happened more and more often, until we were talking every day. We went to different schools, so we never got a chance to talk in real life. Our conversations went a little something like this:
“HEY” He would start.
“HOW WAS YOUR DAY?”
“GOOD. I GOT AN A ON THAT SCIENCE TEST”
“YAY! I KNEW YOU WOULD, YOU SCIENCE NERD!”
“SHUT UP, YOU LOVE ME.”
“YEAH I DO”
Because he’s a year older than me, when he moved out when he went to college, I was alone for a year. My afternoons were filled with homework and applying to colleges, until I got into one, majoring in art. All I really wanted to be was a sketch artist.
After I graduated, I got a job back in Central City, at the police department.
I had been working there for about a year now, so everything was pretty routine. I would go in with my notepad and my charcoal pencils, and talk with some victims of crimes.
So that’s what I did on that day. I went in with my supplies, checked in with the Chief, and got to work.
“Hey y/n!” I heard the forensic scientist, Barry Allen, call out. Barry and I were friends, or rather, we were work friends. We stuck together when people excluded us from discussions and stuff like that.
“Heads-up, my friend’s picking me up in a few minutes, so I’m leaving early.”
“Mkay, have fun.”
About fifteen minutes later, I saw Barry grab his coat and meet someone. That someone had their back to me, but I couldn’t help to admire their gorgeous dark hair.
“Bye y/n!” Barry called out, stepping into the elevator. His friend turned around, revealing a face that I looked at every night for seven years.
Phil flopped onto Dan’s bed in exasperation, purposely landing on the lump curled up under the sheets that was Dan.
“Go away” Dan groaned sleepily.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Dan!” Phil sang.
Dan rolled over, shoving Phil off his bed. He had stayed up late last night —what had he done last night? probably something useless like binge watching a TV show or browsing through memes. Dan sat up begrudgingly, yawning and tousling his mess of curly hair. Then, he turned to Phil who was lit up with a blindingly bright smile.
“Get your happiness away from me, you ball of sunshine,” Dan sneered playfully, pushing Phil’s face away with one hand.
Phil yelped as he fell back but immediately popped back up with a cheeky grin. “A ball of sunshine, huh?” he teased.
“I was being sarcastic,” Dan rolled his eyes, but a smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re blinding me with your good mood. It physically hurts.”
“Get out of bed already, let’s go out today,” Phil pleaded with a pout.
He grabbed Dan’s arm in an attempt to pull him out of bed. Dan resisted at first before going limp and tumbling onto the floor with Phil. Phil’s arm wrapped protectively around Dan’s bare chest as if his first instinct was to cushion his fall. Dan let out a burst of a laugh and twisted around to face his friend, but Phil had already rolled over so that Dan laid on his back, looking up at him. Dan’s heart fluttered, his stubborn attitude completely dissolved. He never quite got over how blue Phil’s eyes were and how beautiful his sweet smile was.
Phil was always amused by how Dan looked at him. From the way Dan’s brown eyes seemed to glow in admiration, you’d think Phil held the universe in his hands, but he was just a simple boy in love. He couldn’t help himself; Phil leaned down and gently kissed Dan. For a moment, time stood still.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dan,” he said, breaking the ephemeral silence.
Then, he pushed himself off of Dan and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, calling, “Cereal or cereal?”
Dan sat up, breathless with wonder. His fingers hovered over his mouth, as if touching his lips would wipe away the sweetness of Phil’s kiss.
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If you're not from Oakland or the Bay Area in general you probably don't understand how dope it was that Colin Kaepernick went out to castlemont high school... For a little background information that's the school where E-40's "tell me when to go" video was shot. All them hyphy ass youngsters was real castlemont students...
It’s basically Eastside High. And Kaepernick went there. So shout out to him, as he is officially the realest black athlete in the game currently… and I really hope he visits more schools and talks to more youth and inspires them to stand against white supremacy. God bless him.