The Student Council | Ray

The Meteor Shower

"It's like there never was a misunderstanding, huh?" I murmured. We both sat quietly on the logs, as (y/n) and Ray continued their really adorable interactions. They had Ray's scarf wrapped around each other, connecting them.

"It's crazy how they're both so dense sometimes?" Norman said back under his breath. It's true. As much as (y/n) is proud of her wit and well-informed mind, she can be the most clueless when it comes to romance.

Same for Ray as well. He's more comprehensive about love and stuff, but about emotions? His smart-ass self doesn't know a single thing. I watched as (y/n) went to her tent and retrieved her blue scarf so that she and he can be matching, which is literal goals.

"Exactly," I replied. We watched as (y/n) laughed at him, her scarf falling off and how Ray adjusted it back again for her. "It's like we're watching some sort of documentary."

"We watch two humans in their natural habitat, trying to converse good-naturedly," Norman said, making me giggle. "But it seems their obvious feelings for each other makes it very difficult."

All of us separated and (y/n) came with me to my tent. "Did you finally finish your book report?" she asked, stretching her arms.

"Yep, you wanna read it?" I asked her. She nodded and I opened my laptop. "Here."

I watched her eyes scan the text quickly, "Mentos...Respectful...Party animal...The taste?!" she said as she finished my essay. "What the hell did you read?!"

"I told you, a fanfiction," I said as she shook her head. "I didn't want to elaborate on *those* details, so I used fancy high school words instead!"

"(f/n), you could get in some serious trouble!" she whisper-screamed. "What is Mr. Leslie figures out that it's not even an official book?"

"Trust me, he won't," I assured her. Her lips went in a thin line. "Besides, I already turned it in, it's not like I can do anything at this point."

Her eyes widened. "Okay, but if you get detention, don't look at me."

She laid on my duffel bag, looking at the forest green color of my tent. It was already sunset, so Quadrantids is supposed to start soon. I thought about texting Norman the plan but decided to tell (y/n) first.

"So, what do we do about Norman?" I prompted her. She turned around in my direction. "Any classy moves we got? I was thinking we do some sort of flower-throwing, light-shining, cottage-core thing."

"It's not a wedding, he's just planning on confessing to her," she clarified. I nodded. "So let's tone it down a bit."

"You're right, but how?" I wondered. I put my fingers on my chin, trying to think. "We can try to make the two of them meet secretly."

"Ooh, I know!" she answered. She crossed her legs and clasped her hands in her lap. "Why don't we set up the lock-in-a-shed trope?"

My eyes lit up. This is perfect! The epitome of romance manga. "Yes! We can convince the two of them to meet in a shed for whatever reason, and boom! Sparks have flown!"

She agreed excitedly. Woah, this is actually happening. We decided on not telling Norman because we're planning on surprising him, but we chose to let Ray in on our little plan.

I texted him and he met us outside the tent. We all went behind some rocks to create a system in secret. "So? What do you need me for?" he asked.

"We're gonna allow Norman to admit his feelings to Emma tonight," (y/n) explained. "And you're gonna help us?"

"Wait, really?" he said. "Tonight? On the meteor shower?"

"Obviously!" I said back. "It produces a certain mood."