So this was my first request! Guys I did the girliest squeal ever, and that was just me finding out I had a request. So this idea was ZoeTheHalfrican, I am actually very happy to have her as a fan! Anyway, all credit goes to her! I'll try my best to make it as good as she expected.
(Warning: Humour 😆)
You tapped your pencil against the wooden desk, just like the start of Brittany Spears Baby One More Time's music video. Obviously you weren't wearing such sluttish clothes. What was the point in wearing revealing clothes when nobody was looking? You had no admirers, nobody who thought you were fit or cute, and you accepted that.
All the girls gossiped about how how their dates had asked them to the Homecoming dance. It was annoying, their girly squeals and their stupid high pitched voices.
You didn't have a date.
Your friends had stopped you from asking anyone, just like they'd stopped people from asking you. It was weird, seeing as they were being very protective.
You looked over the classroom at the only boy you had a crush on. His hair was dark on his head and cut short to his head. His face was sharply chiseled, making him always look intimidating; but you adored that. His eyes were baby blue and beautiful. His body was well built, not too skinny and not over weight, a nice balance of his muscles and being thin.
And the best part was, man, this boy could rap. His rhymes could stop an army if they listened. He was amazing.
You got up and went home, kicking your bedroom door shut once you were inside. You'd been saving for your homecoming dress since you were a pinky princess girl. But if you were honest, the whole big bling dresses didn't suit you. You only needed something subtle, seeing as you were amazingly beautiful without anything.
You pulled out a simple (f/c) dress, something you would rarely wear. You pulled it on and asked your mum to do up the back. You applied light make up on your face and did your hair in your favourite style.
You pulled on some Jordan trainers, seeing as they were visible from under your dress. You walked downstairs and smiled at your parents. They insisted on taking loads of photos, but you denied most of them.
That's when the doorbell rang.
You looked at your mother, your eye brow raised in curiosity,"Who's that?"
"Your date." She smiled.
"My what?" The door was opened by your dad. You looked over at your dad.
Marshall...
He was wearing a black suit, his tie loose around his neck. He was wearing some trousers and a white shirt. He looked weird in smart clothing, but he still looked extremely handsome.
"Marshall?" You blushed.
He gave a cocky, boyish smile,"Well you didn't wonder why nobody's would let you ask someone on a date?"
"Oh my god." You mumbled, amazed.
He smiled and held his hand out,"Shall we?"
You nodded sheepishly and took his hand. He took you to his car and helped you inside, thankfully you weren't wearing a huge puffy dress. He turned on some hip hop tunes and began to drive.
The silence wasn't awkward, only lingering.
You knew the song that came on next, it was a song by Tupac Shakur called Changes. You smiled and rapped along to yourself, making Marshall look over at you, he grinned and joined in.
"I didn't know you listened to Tupac."
"Seriously? Who doesn't?" You said back.
"You'd be surprised." He nodded.
You got out of the car once you were at your high school and walked through to the main hall with your date. The music was the latest pop charts, much to your dismay.
You both stood at the sides and laughed at some of the girls over the top dresses and the boys messed up suits.
"Should I even ask if you wanna dance?" He said, looking at you.
"I can't dance." You confessed, and it was true. You had none, if hardly any, coordination. And if you were honest, you didn't want to crush Marshall by stepping on his foot.
"Well, neither can I." He shrugged, taking your hand and pulling you to the dance floor.
"Marshall!" You spluttered, being dragged along.
He drew you close and smiled, leading the dance all by himself. You blushed and avoided eye contact by placing your head on his chest. You were glad you went to homecoming, now that you were closer to your crush then you ever had been. And frankly, you'd had an amazing time. But the night wasn't over yet.
(Part 2 coming soon! Homecoming Part Two, in cinema's near you! 😉)
