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you must like me for me [3]

summary: You weren't sure what you did to piss off Shauna Shipman, but you've been on the receiving end of her death glares for just as long as you can remember. If looks could kill you'd certainly be six feet under, but hey–it's kind of hot, right? For better or worse, everything changes after a run-in at a party. part 1 | part 2

“Hey, are you still awake?” Shauna asks quietly, voice barely loud enough to be heard.

You groan as you bury your head further into the crook of her neck, half-exhausted and half-amused by the familiarity of the situation. “Not again, Shauna.”

Shauna laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin as she rubs a hand over your back. “Not that. Although…”

You lift your head up to shoot her a playful glare, though the effect is softened somewhat by your tousled hair. It wasn’t your fault that Shauna just couldn’t keep her hands to herself, but you know from experience how ridiculous it made you look. “No.”

She meets your gaze with a mischievous smile and you feel a sudden rush of affection at the sight. Shauna wields that smile like a weapon, turning the most mundane moments into something that threatens to take your breath away. If she was consciously aware of how much it affected you, you weren’t sure, but Shauna’s oblivious enough that you feel safe to assume it isn’t intentional.

“Lame,” she teases, but there’s a warmth in her voice that washes all the tension from your body.

“What are you doing on Friday?”

You pause, a flicker of uncertainty passing through your eyes. This question felt dangerous, but you couldn’t help the surge of hope that went through you. “Depends on who’s asking.”

Shauna breathes out a laugh. “Jackie’s going to be visiting some family next weekend, so I figured we could…” She hesitates, leaving the question hanging in the air.

“Could?”

“Do something. Just you and me.”

“What? Like a date?”

“You think I’d ask you on a date?” There’s a strange edge to Shauna’s voice, one that prickles at your defenses in a way you don’t appreciate. You roll over to hide your face from view, feeling as if your disappointment was almost palpable. “Just wanted to see if you were up for a hookup.”

“Forget about it. I have plans anyway,” you mutter, staring particularly hard at a crack in her wall to avoid her piercing stare.

“No, you don’t.” Shauna sounds frustrated now, but for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. “I heard you and Nat talking about how you didn’t earlier.”

“What business is it of yours anyway, Shipman?” She flinches in surprise at the use of her last name, scooting out from under you to glare at you. You slip out of bed, pulling your clothes back on as the mood sours.

“It’s my business because you’ve apparently decided to punish me for hurting your feelings,” Shauna spits defensively, clearly caught off guard by the venom in your tone. “It’s not my fault you thought you were irresistible or something.”

“Is that what you think this is? God.” You scoff, incredulous. “Do you even know me?”

“Maybe I don’t. But it doesn’t take a genius to see that you’ve been hiding things from me.”

“Yeah, because you’ve been so good at letting people in.” There’s a bitter edge to your voice as you cross your arms defensively over your chest. You’ve never had a problem looking someone in the eye when you argue with them, but it takes a concentrated effort to meet her steely gaze.

“You knew what this was. It’s not my fault you have a crush on me or something.”

“I don’t have a crush on you.” The words come out sharper than you intended, a defensive shield against her allegation that you’ve mistakenly turned into a weapon. You know it’s the wrong thing to say the second it leaves your mouth, but you’re too stubborn and hurt to take it back now. She’s dug this hole, and now you’re both just going to have to lie in it.

Shauna’s eyes narrow, turning away from you with a scoff as she stiffly tugs the sheets around her as she stands up. You stare up at her as she walks around the room picking up her clothes, gripping the sheet to her chest to hide herself from view. You roll your eyes. It’s a pointless exercise to hide what you’ve long since memorized: the slope of her shoulders, the curve of her waist, the delicate arch of her back. As if a sheet could erase the memory of mapping the contours of her body with your fingertips, the softness of her lips, or the way her body feels moving against yours.

“This conversation is going nowhere fast. Just drop it.” You’re on the verge of pleading with her, but you know that it’s futile. When have you ever known Shauna Shipman to let something go? Shauna would press on the wound till it bled, reopening it with every threat and insult until she was satisfied. It was usually a quality you admire, but this is the first time you’ve ever found yourself resenting that.

“You let me lay on your jacket,” Shauna insists.

“Yeah, because apparently all you soccer girls kiss and tell. The last thing I needed was you going around and telling everyone I was a bad fuck because you got twigs in your hair.”

Shauna bristles at the remark, her lips pressing into a hard line. “Oh, trust me, I wasn’t telling anyone.”

“Yeah, that’s probably because no one would believe you managed to get the stick out of your ass to do it.”

“Well, God forbid I care about things, huh? We can’t all be fucking losers like you.” Shauna’s words feel like a slap in the face, dredging up a mix of embarrassment and resentment that you struggle to contain. It’s difficult to even put into words why it stings, and had she asked you weren’t sure you could explain it. You knew deep down that she was only trying to deflect the situation. Her only goal was just to get one over on you. Still, the bitter weight of resentment makes it difficult to give her the benefit of the doubt just this once.

“A fucking loser, huh? Is that it? God, Shipman. Tell me how you really feel for once.”

“It’s true, isn’t it? Dress it up however you want to but at the end of the day–”

“Fuck you, Shauna,” you spit, your voice trembling as you fight to hold back tears. You rub your eyes reflexively, standing up with a huff as you collect your stuff. Shauna watches you with wide eyes, a look of disbelief that slowly turns into hurt.

“You’re seriously leaving? It’s the middle of the night. Where are you even going to go?”

“I’m not doing this anymore. Figure your shit out or leave me out of it.” You don’t stay to see her reaction, grabbing your bag off the floor and walking out the door.

You hesitate at the bottom of the stairs with some inexplicable hope that she’ll chase after you down the stairs like one of those cheesy romance movies she always loves to make fun of. But the deafening silence envelops you, punctuated only by the slam of your car door.

You flung your bag into the passenger seat, the impact echoing in the car. Frustration boils in your chest as you pounded your hands on the wheel till exhaustion sets in. You rest your head on the steering wheel with a heavy sigh, ignoring the stinging of your palms until you get control of yourself. It might not have been the healthiest outlet, but the urge to cry has disappeared. You can practically feel the weight of Shauna’s eyes as she watches you through her bedroom window, and you weren’t about to give her the satisfaction of your tears.

Pulling your phone out of your bag, you thought for a moment about driving over to Nat’s trailer and crashing there. As much as you knew she’d let you, you knew that it wouldn’t do either of you any favors in the morning. You sigh as you unlock your phone, reluctantly scrolling to your five unanswered texts from Jackie Taylor

You send her a quick text, not really expecting her to be awake. Storming out of Shauna’s house was all good and dramatic, but you weren’t exactly about to explain to your mom why you were coming home in the middle of the night. Which leaves you with sleeping in your car or–

“Hello?” You ask, answering your phone reflexively.

“Hey!” A cheerful voice answers. That level of excitement should be illegal at this time of night. “Yeah, come on over.”

…

“I’m not going to bite, you know,” Jackie insists, pouting over at you as you lay ramrod straight on the absolute edge of the bed. You doubt that, after all, she is friends with Shauna, but you shuffle a little closer to appease her. You could feel the warmth radiating off her, a stark contrast to the relative chill of the room. She’d claimed the lion’s share of the blanket, leaving you to clutch at the end as you decide which limbs you were willing to sacrifice to the night air. She was doing you a favor, as much as it pains you to admit, so you let your snarky comment die in your throat.

Jackie’s clear ease in her room only seems to magnify your obvious unease, both due to the unfamiliar location and your earlier fight with Shauna. Being in someone else’s space, especially someone so closely associated with Shauna, only made you more unsettled. You longed for the simple comfort of your own room, the foreign decorations on the walls only serving to remind you that you don’t belong here. Add in how exposed you felt in nothing but your t-shirt and underwear and you’re left with an uncomfortable vulnerability.

Jackie had offered you some of her clothes to wear, but the thought of wearing her frilly pink pajamas made you cringe. You’ve already put up with one indignity too many tonight, and that might have sent you over the edge. The idea of wearing her clothes just felt a little too intimate a view into Jackie Taylor’s life, a bridge you’re hesitant to cross. As the cold seeped through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, you started to regret turning them down, if only for their warmth.

“So,” she says tentatively. “Your party got busted?” There’s a slight edge to the question that you can’t quite place, leaving you on edge as you respond.

“Yeah, the cops showed up and busted the place. Barely managed to get out.” It’s not your best lie, but you hadn’t planned on being questioned about it. Jackie always struck you as the type to take things at face value and you’re regretting not putting more thought into the excuse before you sent it.

“It’s just, there wasn’t a party tonight…” Jackie trails off, uncomfortable and a little embarrassed at having to call you out on such an obvious lie.

“Like you know every party.” The words slip out without a conscious effort, a futile attempt at deflection. Even as the words leave your mouth, a sinking feeling settles over you. You pause, the thought striking you quickly.

“You would know every party going on,” you concede with a sigh, rubbing at your eyes as you bury your face in your hands.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, her words carrying an unexpected weight.

You look over at her wryly, resigned to the situation. “Are you apologizing to me for calling me out on lying?”

“Well,” she shrugs, glancing away. “I just feel bad, I guess. Obviously, you were lying for a reason.” Her voice is soft, tinged with an empathy that makes you squirm as it stirs up a mix of guilt and fondness.

“Sorry. I just… Got in an argument with a friend about something. Didn’t want to explain to my mom why I was home earlier, you know?” That seems safe enough. It’s close enough to the truth that you don’t feel bad about continuing to be dishonest about it. You were convinced there was no better guilt trip in the world than Jackie Taylor.

“I’m sure Shauna’s sorry about it.” You smile reflexively, appreciating the attempt at comfort even if it didn’t–

“I didn’t tell you who I was with.”

Jackie rolls over to face you, her face uncomfortably close to you as she watches you with a pensive expression. She reaches out to put a hand on your arm, giving you an apologetic smile.

“I just figured. I’ve never seen Shauna be so crazy about someone before, you know?” Jackie says earnestly, speaking quietly as if sharing a secret. There’s a weight in her observation that feels significant, and you know it’s going to linger in your thoughts long after the conversation ends. Jackie knows Shauna in ways that you’re not sure you could ever begin to understand, and it might be the only confirmation you’ll ever get that Shauna returns your feelings, at least on some level.

“I honestly thought Shauna would…” Her voice falters, nervously biting at her lip as she considers what to say. “I don’t know what I thought.” There’s a depth to her silence, an unspoken observation that you’re not sure was ever meant for you. It hangs uncomfortably in the air for a moment before she continues as if it never happened.

“But I know that if Shauna cares for you, you must be really special.” You’re almost speechless as the words catch you off guard. There’s a warmth to her you weren’t expecting, and as uncomfortable as you are to be on the receiving end of it, you can’t help but feel at ease in her presence.

“Shauna told you about us?” You ask quietly, a little surprised. The idea of Shauna confiding about your relationship to Jackie when she’d repeatedly sworn you to secrecy made you a little bitter, but leave it to Shauna Shipman to be a hypocrite. You couldn’t be that mad, honestly. You had, after all, told your best friend too, even if it was accidental.

“Shauna tells me everything.” She nods.

The absolute certainty in her voice makes you smile. “Must be nice. Shauna tells me nothing. But you’re wrong, though.”

Jackie frowns. “How so?”

“I don’t even think Shauna likes me,” you confess. “Let alone be ‘crazy’ about me.”

Jackie sighs, a guilty look on her face as she avoids eye contact. “Shauna’s… complicated.”

You scoff. That was certainly a word for it, not the one you’d choose to use, but a word nonetheless. You were having trouble trying to think of any nice words to describe Shauna with, but you knew that wasn’t entirely fair of you. Shauna had plenty of good traits, you knew, but you were still too upset to give her credit for any of those at the moment.

Jackie’s fond grin as she reaches over to slap your arm does wonders to ease your growing irritation. “Be nice,” she cautions playfully. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

You offer up a small smile as you look away from her to stare up at the ceiling. Jackie’s words, while well intentioned, have given you a lot to think about. As an expert on all things Shauna, you can’t help but re-contextualize your relationship with Shauna in light of the new information she’s so willingly given you.

“Just… Just think about it. Okay?” Jackie adds after a moment, uncomfortable in the growing silence between you.

You nod slowly and Jackie seems to accept it, rolling over to face away from you again as she settles in. After a while her breathing evens out enough that you know that she’s fallen asleep, and the repetitive nature of it soothes your racing thoughts as you lie awake long into the night thinking.

…

Your eyes narrow as you turn from the screen to glare at Jackie. “You didn’t tell me this was a fucking musical,” you accuse.

Jackie shifts uncomfortably, sheepishly offering you the popcorn bowl as she avoids eye contact. “You didn’t ask?”

“I didn’t– I didn’t ask?”

“Nope,” Jackie confirms, nodding as if the conversation was over.

She wasn’t technically wrong, as she really hadn’t told you anything about what you were going to be watching. Rather, she caught you trying to sneak out of her bed before she woke up and shot you the most pathetic look you’ve ever seen as she asked you to hang out with her today. Which brought you here: sitting on Jackie Taylor’s couch as you contemplated the consequences of just getting up and leaving. She was faster than you, but you’d at least have the element of surprise if you tried to make a break for the door.

As you start to plan out your escape, you’re interrupted by the sound of a knock before the handle turns. The situation starts to dawn on you as Jackie continues to look suspiciously unconcerned about someone just walking into her house.

“You didn’t,” you mutter under your breath. Jackie gives you a guilty look before plastering on a look of surprise as Shauna comes to a sudden stop as she catches sight of the two of you on the couch.

Shauna doesn’t say a word, but her clenched jaw and restless hands betray her clear irritation. Now would be the perfect time to slip out the door behind her, but you find yourself really enjoying the growing jealousy burning behind her eyes. You’re not entirely sure which of you her ire is directed at, but you think you’d be happy with the result either way.

Leaning back lazily against the couch, you cross one leg over the other as you slowly lift your cup to your mouth, an unfazed look on your face as you savor her attention. Meeting her gaze head on, you refuse to yield, your own resolve reflected in Shauna’s eyes as she stares you down. You feel a familiar thrill at the action, a smug grin playing at your lips as Shauna looks away first.

Her head slowly, dangerously, turns to look at Jackie for an explanation. Except, Jackie’s already halfway out of the room. Jackie gives Shauna a sheepish look as she’s caught leaving, mumbling something about forgetting she had homework due as she books it out of the room. You laugh at the sound of a loud thud, a quiet curse coming from Jackie’s mouth as she trips her way up the stairs back into her bedroom.

You pull Jackie’s jacket tighter around you, the action immediately catching Shauna’s attention as she narrows her eyes. Shauna stalks towards you as she sits on the opposite side of the couch, facing you and crossing her legs as she rests her arms on her thighs. She’s quietly contemplating something as she fiddles with something in her pocket, finally pulling it out and holding it out toward you after a long moment of consideration.

You eye your lighter with no shortage of suspicion, quickly reaching forward to grab it from Shauna’s hand as you surreptitiously check it for damage. Shauna looks irritated as you finally give her your attention, rolling her eyes as you slip it back into your pocket. “You left it at my house last night,” she says simply.

You nod, almost accepting the explanation at face value until a thought occurs to you. “Why did you have it on you?”

“You left it at my house last night,” She repeats slowly, as if talking to a child.

You scoff. “No shit. I mean, you didn’t know I would be here, so why did you have it on you?”

Shauna flushes, looking away suddenly as if Jackie’s TV was the most interesting thing she’s ever seen. She mumbles something under her breath that you can’t quite make out, irritating you further as you snatch the remote off the coffee table and turn it off with a push of a button.

“I knew you’d want it back.” Her eyes are still locked on the now blank TV screen, an unreadable look on her face as she rubs her thumb over the hem of her shorts.

You sigh, sitting the remote back down on the table as you stand up. “Well, I have it back now.” The gesture is clear enough that even Shauna understands, her hand shooting out to grab a handful of your jacket before you can walk away.

You clench your jaw, your nails digging into your hand as you resist the urge to reach out for her. You’ve grown tired of always being the one to fix things. You want to, so badly, but a part of you rebels against the idea. It feels like you’re standing at a crossroads, and you’re unsure of which path you even want to follow. All you know is the constant ache in your chest, and the feelings you aren’t sure you’re allowed to discuss.

“I just… I wanted an excuse to talk to you,” she admits, finally meeting your eyes and holding your gaze. “I didn’t think I’d see you so soon, obviously. It just felt nice to have.”

“Why?” You ask neutrally. You’re desperate for this to work, but afraid of misinterpreting her actions. The fear of disappointment looms large, overshadowing your longing.

“I don’t have anything else of yours, okay?” She crosses her arms across her chest defensively, making a smile tug at your lips.

“Look, about last night…” she begins, her voice hesitant, almost timid, as if she’s afraid of your reaction. It makes you deeply uncomfortable to hear her like that, so unlike her that you can’t help but give her your full attention. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said that.”

You can see the tension in her shoulders as she prepares for the brunt of your anger, ready for the swift kick she thinks she deserves. When you sit back down on the couch, you don’t do either of those things. Instead, you just nod, accepting her apology with a calmness that clearly catches Shauna off guard.

You weren’t that upset about the words, really. You’d heard worse, even from Shauna herself. “Yeah… Me too.” You’re a little surprised to find that you actually mean the apology.

Shauna looks unsure, her leg bouncing nervously as she waits for you to continue. As it becomes clear that you’re not planning on saying anything else, her shoulders finally relax, the tension leaking from her body as she waits for your next move.

“That’s it?” She sounds frustrated. “You’re just going to accept my apology, just like that?”

“What else do you want me to say, Shauna? This is how things always go. You get mad, you leave, and then you come back acting like nothing ever happened.”

There’s a moment of quiet understanding that passes between you, a silent acknowledgement of the patterns that have long since defined your relationship.

“I don’t want to keep doing this,” she confesses, her voice heavy with regret.

“Then do something about it, Shauna,” you say firmly, but with enough resignation to catch Shauna’s attention. “I’m not doing this anymore.” You can’t keep letting her walk all over you, no matter how much you like her.

“I don’t want to lose you, but I keep feeling like you’re slipping through my fingers–” She starts, a desperate vulnerability that shocks you into speaking.

“Shauna–” you interject, but she cuts you off with an urgency that’s impossible to ignore.

“I know,” she continues, her words tumbling out in a rush as if she’s been holding onto them for far too long. “I know it’s all my fault and that I’m making it worse, but I don’t know how to be different.”

“This is new for me too, Shauna, but you don’t see me lashing out all the time.”

She grabs for your hand, cradling it between hers as she gives you a pleading look. “I don’t like feeling like this. Like I need you. It’s… It’s not like me.”

A thick silence hangs between you, your mind racing as you try to come up with something to say. You want to believe her, but you’re afraid too. Afraid of getting hurt again, of being told it’s nothing when you know it’s everything. You’ve never felt so unsure before, but the admission is enough for you to bridge the distance between you as you pull her into a hug.

Shauna gasps at the contact, her hands resting awkwardly on your shoulder before she finally wraps them tightly around you.

“Needing someone isn’t a bad thing, you know?” You say softly. You couldn’t make her believe it, but you needed her to hear it.

Shauna doesn’t say anything, but she buries her face further into your neck. The way she climbs into your lap feels familiar, but it doesn’t feel the same way as it did. As she settles into your embrace, there’s a tenderness to her that you’ve rarely experienced. You can feel the steady rhythm of her breathing as she settles against your chest, the quiet rasp of her breath against your skin.

…

Epilogue

You stare across the diner at Shauna, watching fondly as she writes away in her journal as you wait for your order. It’s a familiar sight, one that never fails to make you smile. You weren’t sure how you always ended up being the one who paid for all your dates, but you didn’t hate it nearly as much as you pretended to. As soon as Shauna catches sight of you carrying everything back to the table, she clicks the cap of her pen back on, sliding her things back into her bag with a fluidity that impresses you.

She relaxes back against the booth as you sit everything in front of her, making no move to help you as she watches with the beginning of a smirk on her face. You talk about anything and everything as you eat, an easy quality to your conversation that once you only dreamed of.

Shauna’s eyes narrow playfully as she catches you sneaking a glance at her milkshake. You grin, unrepentant at having been caught.

“You know that thing in movies where–”

“Don’t push it,” she interrupts grumpily. Despite her irritation, there’s a clear fondness on her face as she squeezes your hand. You laugh, feeling a surge of affection as she pulls her milkshake just out of reach.

“I heard sharing is caring,” you tease, reaching out as if to grab her milkshake before she slaps your hand away.

“Who told you that, Jackie? She was lying to you,” Shauna says firmly, a smile on her face that betrays her attempt at a stern look.

“Come on, Shipman. We’ll get two straws and it’ll be just like that movie you love–”

“No–”

…

Jackie claps her hands together excitedly as she catches sight of the bottle of nail polish remover sitting on the counter. “Do you paint your own nails? Maybe we could paint each others? Shauna’s awful at it, so I’ve never really gotten to do it with someone else.”

You shrug, gesturing vaguely towards the drawer with your nail polish in as you turn away to hide your smirk. You can hear the sounds of her moving things around as she searches through the drawer, excitement slowly fading as she reads through the labels. “Black Onyx, okay,” she mutters, grabbing for another one.

“Fade to Black, no. Black Out, also no.” She starts to sound a little frustrated as she continues.

“Onyx Skies, definitely not. Raven– Do you have any that aren’t black?” She asks, seeming as if it was everything she could do to keep from pouting at you. You laugh quietly as you walk over, pointing one out as she tentatively reaches for it.

“This is a base coat,” Jackie says dismissively, only giving it a second glance as you point at the label. “Invisible,” she reads. “Great. I’ll uh– I’ll do that one.”

Your smile is strained at the edges as you nod, thinking only of what Shauna promised you if Jackie had a good time. She was starting to grow on you anyway, much to your quiet displeasure.

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lottielov3r · 18 days

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prom?

summary: you gain the courage to ask your best friend to prom

warnings: yall this is long asf. fluff, its been sitting in my drafts for WEEKS, andd i rushed the end im sorry😔

1000+ word count.

you watched this little blonde girl trip over a rock and scrape her knee when she looked up at you with tears welling in her eyes, you immediately felt like you needed to help. you pushed up your glasses as you walked over to her and took some tissues out of your bag and helped dab the blood before deciding on what to say, "i'm y/n. i'm sorry you scraped your knee but you should be alright. what's your name?" she looked up as you flash small grin her way, "i'm jackie."

ever since that day in kindergarten, you and jackie had been inseparable, you were always there to protect her and she was always there to support you. you started going over to her house after school to play dolls which changed to watching movies, to playing video games, and now to cooking for her, driving her around town, and looking at her with a different type of love in your eyes.

you listen to the smiths as you pull up to her house, texting her that you were there. you push up your glasses and you tap the steering wheel as you watch her strut her way over to your car in a casual "shopping outfit", as she liked to call it. when she gets in she kisses you on the cheek, leaving a small mark of lip gloss which causes you to groan and wipe it off. "um excuse me? since when do you wipe off my kisses?" she says with a slight offended expression. "since jeff pinned me against my locker and asked me why you were kissing me on the cheek but you know i don't actually mind." you smile as you pull out of her driveway, heading towards the mall.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, tv girl playing in the background, as you navigated the roads towards the mall.

"speaking of jeff, did he ask you to prom yet?" you watch as jackie frowns slightly at your question but tries to keep her composure. "uh no he hasn't, we haven't talked in a while actually, i think we're broken up right now but anyway. i think i'll just go with shauna and lottie, they don't have dates." you frown slightly at her words but you know she doesn't mean any harm when she doesn't bring up going with you, dances aren't really your thing anyway. "oh. yeah that's cool, it's next weekend right? maybe i can help you look for dresses in the mall?" you raise your eyebrows when her face lights up, knowing y'all will be in there for hours. "oh my god! yes totally good idea!"

you pull into the mall, getting out and walking into the nearest store. you help her review many dresses in many, many, many, colors. you turn around for the 19th time as you wait for her to finish trying on a dress. "okay turn around." you sigh as you turn around expecting to see an upset jackie but instead you see the most beautiful dress ever, she looks at you expectantly as you stare in awe, jaw slightly dropped. "i-i mean wow jackie. you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress, jeff missed out." she wraps her arms around your neck, blushing slightly, pushing your glasses up your face slightly. "you really think i look good in this?" she mutters in a slightly shy tone, you know she's just looking for some form of validation. "yeah, that dress will make anyone fall in love with you." you chuckle out, still taken aback from how it looked on her.

"even you?" you stare into her eyes at her words, you know you can't tell her that the dress isn't needed for you to fall in love, that you're already falling, that you've already fallen. "yea jax, even me." she grins at your words and pulls you down into a hug, sighing in your ear when you wrap your arms around her waist. "wanna watch bojack horseman at my place? you pick what we eat." you smile as she shakes her head yes. the two of you head back to your place but not before getting some shitty mall food. y'all watch netflix for hours until shes falling asleep on your shoulder, you shake her slightly in hopes to wake her up. "let me take you home, alright? put your shoes on." she groans as she drags herself to your car, getting in the back and laying down. when you pull into her driveway she mutters a small goodbye and blows a kiss your way when she reaches the front door.

now, you know that you shouldn't even be THINKING about going to prom because dances are not your thing plus jackies the popular team captain. you're just someone who is lucky enough to be her best friend. but when you realize that it's your senior year and you just couldn't miss out on seeing jackie in that dress again, you absolutely had to. you drove to walmart, bought a poster board, a net, a soccer ball, and other supplies. when you get home you get to work, it takes you three hours, and some tears, to finally be satisfied with the poster.

the next day at school you decide that after practice would be a good time to do it, that way the whole school wouldn't see if you got rejected. you know jackie will probably say yes but as you're walking up to the field you feel like bile is collecting in the back of your throat. you watch as she walks into the locker room and take your chance. you grab the poster and ball out of the bleachers, run from across the field and stand in front of the locker room door, praying that jackie walks out first. you hold your breath when the door opens, ready to speak until your eyes widen at the sight of taissa and van. "we're already going together but you can join us if you'd like." van says with a snicker, taissa elbowing her with a laugh. "i'm assuming this is for jackie?" she says as she points a finger at your poster. "yea it is, do you think she'll like it? i kinda rushed it but she doesn't have an official date and i wanted to ask her." you ramble out before you hear a soft gasp. you watch as taissa moves to the side to reveal a teary-eyed jackie. "oh uh.." you push your glasses up and glance down towards the sign thinking about if you should just say it's for someone else to avoid being rejected.

"is that for me?" jackie questions in a breathy tone, looking surprised. "yea, i just noticed that you seemed down about not having a date and honestly i wanted to ask you. dances aren't really my thing but you're my best friend and i just had to take you." you ramble out in a strung together sentences. she looks dumbfounded as she opens her mouth and closes it again, trying to get words out. taissa and van look in between you and jackie expectantly, silently hoping she'll say yes. you gulp as jackie walks up to you and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for a soft kiss on the cheek.

"was that a yes orrr?" you whisper playfully. jackie gives you an award-winning smile before nodding her head and licking her lips subtly. you stare at her lips feeling like it was just the two of you in this moment, like nobody could break the string tying you together. you lean in and kiss her lips, dropping the poster as you go to grasp her hips, you head swimming with love. you hear van let out a wolf-whistle as you pull away after a few seconds, your face heating up. "was that okay?" jackie questions as she looks up at you. "more than okay. still didn't get my yes though." she giggles at you before grabbing the ball you decorated, "if you can score this into the goal then i'll say yes!" she yells as she takes off to the field. "jackie what the hell!" you say as you sprint after her.

you guys were out there for an hour before finally getting her to say "yes."

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im gonna work on shorter fics yall i swear😭🙏 just let me get a grip first

and thanks to the anon who requested it, i hope it meets your expectations even though it's not exactly what you requested (sorry!)

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