❝This that hot girl bummer anthem
Turn it up and throw a tantrum.❞
[ricky bowen x fem!oc]
[high school musical the series]
[cover made by the extremely talented @edexhell]
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( this chapter is going to be a series of one shots, so enjoy! )
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THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION!
Monet's fingers tapped repeatedly over the hardened wood of her desk. She waited in anticipation as the principal– Mr. Gutierrez– spoke over the loud speakers. He was going through school-related news, but the only thing the Parsons girl wanted to hear was who had won the class presidential elections. Between her, and a few other students, there seemed to be many competing for the top student role.
Ricky sat across the room, just as nervous (probably even more anxious) than Monet. He knew how much this meant to her, and no matter the outcome, he would be there to support her. Furthermore, there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that Monet wouldn't be win. He had seen every other campaign speech, and because Monet had been doing this for so long– and the fact that he poured his heart into helping her win, he believed in her.
"And now for the president campaigns. You, the students, have made your votes and we have totaled them." Mr. Gutierrez started off. Monet straightened in her seat, leaning closer towards the speaker in anticipation. "Vice President is none other than... Natalie Bagley!" The class clapped as Natalie's name was announced.
"And, finally, our Student President is Monet Parsons!" Mr. Gutierrez cheered, erupting a chorus of cheers and applause from Monet's classmates. It was Ricky who had stood above them all, cheering her name into the noisy classroom the loudest. It had easily reminded Monet that her biggest fan was her boyfriend— and no one could compare.
STUDYING TOGETHER!
Monet giggled, throwing her pencil across her room— not at all apologetic towards the fact that she had hit Ricky in the face. He groaned, rubbing his nose due to the impact. She on the other hand, couldn't stop laughing, pushing her digitized homework to the side she laid scrawled across her bed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself down.
"You think this is funny, huh?" Ricky asked, sitting up from the chair he had constructed of pillows. He stalked towards Monet, and immediately her face grew serious as she knew what he was about to commit. It wasn't known to most people how insanely ticklish the girl could be. In fact— Ricky had only found out accidentally when he was fixing the loose strand of her shirt one time. Short story short, his fingers had grazed her stomach, sending her into a joyful fit of laughter.
"Wait– Ricky!" Monet began to plead but it was too late. His fingers were already placed around her waist, and it was game over. She began laughing incredibly hard, trying to wiggle her way out of Ricky's grasp. "We– are supposed to be— studying!" She spoke between her incessant laughter.
