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Chapter 1:Jake Gray

Year 2005, the day before Jake Gray's birthday where he went in morning for a hunt to clear his mind. He hears a roar and quickly shoots his sniper. He sees that he just killed a mountain lion which he found strange since they aren't local to his area. He then buried the cats organs, a tradition he was thought to do ever since he got into hunting. The estranged animal wasn't the only weird thing that happened that morning. He was hearing a baby crying as well, throughout the hunt. The crying stopped after the image that felt too real.

The image was him following a cry to a cabin where a crying naked woman was laying. Then when he asked if she was okay she stabbed his neck with a snake presumably killing him.

A slightly more wiser and knowledgeable Jake spoke out loud recalling and recapping this story

"I can't remember when I had my first waking nightmare. They're too disturbing to call daydreams. I never talked about them with anyone. Not even my best friends,especially not to her. They never made any sense to me... then I found the Pathway. Now they're all clear, every one of them."

The following day on Jake's birthday,he was driving into campus at Cheever lake college and saw his guy friend hanging by himself smoked. His name was Conrad,a weird guy that scared people away because of how he looks and acts. A ginger that freaked out the popular girls and had a punchable face according to most.

Conrad: Breakfast of champions.

Jake: When was the last time you slept?

The boy in a cool and casual jacket said placing his hand over his friends shoulder looking at him in the eyes. Jake knew his friend had a problem that just started at the beginning of sophomore year here. Tried to get him help but Connie wouldn't take it.

Conrad: I'm happy I can stand, man. I'm on a three-day rage.

He said eyes bloodshot

Jake: Your father will kick your ass if you flunk anything.

Conrad: Since when did he need an excuse to do that?

He said taking another puff of his joint that was so small. It was clear that the guy,that a certain cheerleader calls Chucky, has been using it since dawn.

Jake: At least you're out of the house.

Conrad: Hey, I'd trade places with you any day.

Then a cool guy on a couple sports teams pulled up in his truck his girlfriend in the passenger seat.

Darius: What up, Jake?

Jake: Darius.

Darius: What's up? So you playing ball next year?

Jake: I don't know, man.

Darius:Get with it. That's what you said last term, dawg. Man, the guys around the gym, they tell me you're the real deal.

He noticed a look on the weird kids face

Darius: What are you staring at?

Conrad: It ain't your truck, homey.

He then pulled out a weapon from behind his back, Jake saw it and stopped his friend

Jake: Easy.

Darrius: What's he got there, Jake?

Jake: Nothing, man.

Darius: Bullshit.

Jake: Let it go.

Darius: Just keep your dog on a leash.

Jake: All right.

He said driving away. Jake had Conrad's weapon hidden in his inner jacket pocket. Jake,concerned for his friends mental state

Jake: What the fuck were you gonna do, shoot him?

Conrad: Chill. It only told me to scare him.

Jake: "It"? What is "it"?

Conrad: Just give me back the piece.

Jake: No, man, no. Are you crazy? What, do you want to get arrested? Where did you get this?

Conrad: Later. Oh and happy birthday

In an English class, a girl, a blonde girl, THE BLONDE GIRL, walking in having on a white sleeveless, high cropped white denim looking shirt with a pocket and buttons. Pink shorts pink socks and white sneakers with pink Nike logo!

Angie: Happy birthday Jakey. I'll surprise you with your present later but for now enjoy!

She said handing him an Oreo cupcake.

Jake: Thanks Ang, the dessert is just fine on its own

Angie: Nope it's your special day, so you deserve the best plus more!

She said with a smile,the bell rang and class began. The teacher was going on about things. The popular girl in pink was trying to pay attention. But she couldn't help but be bored out of her mind,even sitting next to her smart friend wasn't enough to keep her focused. It was something about mythology.

The blue eyed cheerleader snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Jake speak to his friend Dakota who never shows up to class.

Jake: Want to see what you missed?

Dakota: If I wanted to see it,I wouldn't have missed it.

Jake: Just trying to be helpful.

Dakota: What a shame.I thought you wanted to get in my pants.

She said with a snarky look on her face. The birthday boy snapped back quickly

Jake: It is my birthday.

Dakota: Works for me.

Angie tilted her head and her typical thoughts happened. "But she's wearing a skirt?"

Dakota purposely dropped a random pen and Dakota seductively goes to pick it up, pretending to do a sexual act on Jake. Everyone behind and next to Dakota and Jake stared except for the Hartley girl who was too busy with the pink puff ball on her pen. Dakota got up with a laugh at the tease she did pulling out a champagne bottle

Dakota: Happy birthday, handsome. How does it feel to be 21?

Jake: Like I'm on the verge of nothing.

Professor: Mr. Gray, am I interrupting a celebration?

Jake: Sorry, Professor A.

Teacher: Tell me, Dakota, what are we to make of this Dionysian offering?

Dakota: Mimosas.

She said with snark and sarcasm, everyone laughed at her joke

Angie: I don't get it

Dakota rolled her eyes. Jake looked to the cheerleader

Jake: I'll explain it to you later if you want

Angie: Nah it's okay! Moment passed!

Professor: All right. That's enough for today.

Angie: Want me to walk with you to the next class birthday boy?

She ask so sweet. She hasn't changed, Jake thought

Jake: well if you insist.

Angie: Meet you in the hall!

She said kissing his cheek once more not thinking anything of it, Dakota sending glares the cheerleader's way. Angie waited in the hall and chatted to her cheer friends while the other half of class was still gathering their things

Jake: So we drinking this tonight?

He asked Dakota

Dakota: We'll be doing a lot more than that.

Professor: Dakota. In my office in 30 minutes.

Dakota: Get me out of this town.

The blonde with brown eyes said not liking where things were going to go.

After school, Jake went to work at his computer job. He was fiddling with a circuit board when a woman with long ginger hair walked into the building.

Ginger woman: You must be Jake.

Jake: Yeah. How did you know that?

Boss: Hey, Jake, this lady needs help with her laptop, okay?

Jake: Okay. What's the problem?

Lady: It just stopped working.

Jake: They do that. Okay, let's see.

Lady: So that's what it looks like in there

Jake: What did you expect?

Lady: Lots of little guys running around doing my errands for me.

She replied laughing trying to seem quirky and unique.

Jake: Okay. You've got some red wax.

Lady: Wax. My tarot cards.

Jake: Sorry?

Lady: I burn candles when I read tarot, so...

Jake: They help you see into the future, right?

Lady: Yeah, and the past.

She smiles something not quite right behind the “charm”

Jake: Okay. It works.

Lady: What do I owe you?

The freshly 21 year old boy got another strange vision, this time of the two of them, but he brushed it off quickly answering, not too fond of seeing himself look cosy with this random woman

Jake: No charge.

Lady: Really?

Jake: Yeah.

That's so nice. Thank you.

Boss: Jake. You could have got $75 for that job.

Jake: It was a piece of wax.

Boss: Yeah? Well, I'm docking your salary.

Jake: What the hell for?

Boss: Because your time is my money. And please, watch your fucking language.

The door rang and the blonde peppy girl skipped in with a blue gift bag. She actually nudged the woman who was on her way out

Angie: Oh I'm sorry.

She said feeling a shrill of cold down her spine. The woman with red hair looked at Angie with a death glare and walked away. Angie could've sworn she saw some darkness in the woman's eyes as they flashed goat like and horns. Angie shrugged her shoulders and walked inside having more important things to worry about.

Angie: Tada! Happy 21st birthday,Jakey!

Jake's face lit up in a warm smile as Angie's friendly voice captured his attention. It was then that he noticed the bag in her hand and chuckled in amusement. It made him forget about his jerk of a boss

Jake: Well isn't that sweet

Jake responded in a joking tone and smirked as he came out from behind the counter to take the gift bag.

Jake: I'll pretend that this isn't just a ploy for my help with your laptop again.

Angie: nonsense. If anything I'm always trying to pay you back for our study sessions together

Jake: Wait, didn't I say not to get me anything for my birthday?

Angie: Oh you did? I guess I forgot.

The cheer captain said innocent and aloof. Jake had to hold back a chuckle and shook his head in slight amusement. At that moment he couldn't tell if Angie truly forgot or not. Her innocence amused him to no end,finding it cute.

Jake:Thanks either way, I guess I can't be too upset about a present, huh?

He slowly opened the bag noticed the size

Jake: How many times have I told you, you don't need to keep spoiling me?

Angie: It's your birthday! The one day that everyone should worship you. Birthday superpowers and all!

Jake couldn't help but roll his eyes, yet he couldn't fight the smile that crept up at her words.

Jake: You really are hopelessly sweet, you know that?

Angie gave him a cheeky smile ignoring the compliment he just gave

Angie: Well I hope you enjoy it whenever you decide to open it!

Jake chuckled and shot her a smirk of his own in return.

Jake: Yeah, right. Like I'm going to wait to open it.

Jake began to open the bag and began to rummage inside. Angie stays smiling, waiting in anticipation. She ordered him a limited edition collectors idem for his favorite baseball team! With autograph ball,posters,limited edition shirts. Even a custom sports jersey. And adding the Angie touch,a stuffed team mascot was also in the bag

Jake's eyes grew wide as he pulled the different items out of the bag. The smile on his face only grew wider and he continued to pull stuff out. He clearly couldn't believe what you had gotten him. His team jersey... with his name and number on the back... along with a signed baseball and various other items.

Jake: How did you? This stuff is so expensive! How long have you even been planning this?

Angie: The second I saw it I ordered it! Do you like it?

Jake had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He glanced at the authenticity paper, Number 88 out of 5,000, his eyes wide.

Jake: I— Like it? Angie— It's perfect. I love it but it must've cost a fortune! Where'd you even get the money for all this?

Angie: Just saved after all the years of getting Valentine's gifts from strangers

Jake chuckled and shook his head. He knew how many Valentine's Day gifts Angie has gotten over the four years of high school and the previous semesters. The blonde was hot, sweet, and popular, but the fact that Angie used the money from those gifts to get all of this,it was unexpected, yet true to who she is.

Jake: Damn, Angie, you really didn't have to do this for me though. This was way too much."

Angie: Nope! It should be the perfect amount. If anything it's not enough!

Jake smiled and let out a light laugh, his eyes still glued to all the stuff he'd pulled from the bag. He couldn't believe Angie got him all of this. She was seriously too sweet for her own good. Setting everything carefully onto his desk, he didn't hesitate for a second to wrap his arms around the blonde. He held Angie in a firm yet gentle embrace.

Angie was the one who always initiated all of the innocent physical touch but this time was different since Jake was the one that started it

Jake: You really are something else, Angie.

Angie smiles and hugged back. The hug went on and Jake mentally cursed himself for getting a whiff of her scent. He realized the hug went on longer than it should've when he couldn't help but inhale softly as the gentle, sweet aroma of strawberries and chocolate filled his nose.

He got another vision. It wasn't like his others. It wasn't dark or like the one he had a few minutes ago with the random customer either. It almost was like a painting or a picture. A girl that looked exactly like Angie holding a boy that looks like him was depicted. The image was of Angie was flying with pink feathery wings holding Jake up from a fiery cavern.

After some time the two blonde pulled away from each other

Angie: well I should go now. Don't want to distract you too much from your job. I'll see you later Jakey!

Jake couldn't help but groan mentally as he reluctantly let you go. Unsure what was wrong with him all of a sudden. He didn't want Angelina to leave but he had to go back to work. Reluctantly, he let his hands drop before he spoke.

Jake: Yeah. I'll see you later, Angie.

And with that, the girl skipped away back to the dorms. She had to get ready for a house party going on tonight. While she never was that kind of college students,her cheer friends/teammates were going and wanted Angie to come with.

Jake: Good thing I'm drinking tonight

#actual writing ish #fanfic promt #devour #2005 #jake gray

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animelucky · 2 days ago

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I don’t remember much from my dream. All I remember is Soilder boy and I said “before you kill me how about we have s.e.x, I don’t want to die a virgin.” Like all pouty with puppy dog eyes and eye last fluttering.

He agreed and so I jumps into his arms with a small “yay!” and he walked away carrying me bridal style and then the dream ended!

What a way to go out. I too would be like listennnnn buddy. You can kill me. But imma need you to fuck me first and I won’t fight. But lemme show you what I can do and maybe you’ll change your mind.

I HATE when dreams end on the best part 😩

Thank your subconscious tho. He was about to give you what you wanted.

#need to know what happens next #the boys #solider boy #if adult please read and enjoy this dream!#if someone wants to give me closer with a fanfic go for it!

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animelucky · 4 days ago

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Love my punk rocker! Such an adorable story like always!

Beer, Confessions & a Very Drunk Punk!

Boaz Priestly x Y/n

Inspiration taken from this request. Changed it slightly to go from friends to lovers so I hope you like it 🥰

Y/n gets a call to come pick up her very drunk best friend Priestley, only for him to reveal some feelings he's had for a while now.....

The phone call came just after midnight.

Y/N groaned, eyes squinting at the screen: “Trucker Joe's Dive Bar” lit up her caller ID. She answered quickly, already guessing who it was about.

“Hey, is this Y/N?” the bartender’s voice was amused but strained. “You might wanna come get your boy. He’s singing karaoke with a pool cue like it’s a lightsaber. Said you're his emergency contact.”

Of course he did.

Ten minutes later, she was parking outside Trucker Joe's, the hum of bad country rock vibrating through the bar’s dented windows. Y/N stepped inside and spotted him immediately, Boaz Priestly. Or what was left of Boaz Priestly after six beers, three tequila shots, and one very bad rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

His mohawk was flopped slightly to one side, eyeliner smudged, and his shirt was open enough to suggest he’d forgotten how buttons worked. He was currently sitting on the barstool, swaying slightly, head propped on his hand.

“Priestly,” she sighed, crossing the room. “Come on, rockstar. Time to go.”

He squinted at her, confused. “Do I know you? You look like this chick I—never mind. You’re hot. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, helping him off the stool. He draped his arm over her shoulder dramatically, nearly falling into her. “You smell like cheeseburgers and regret,” she muttered as she dragged him toward the door.

“Sounds like a country album,” he mumbled. “Put that on a t-shirt.”

Back at Y/N’s Apartment

She tossed him gently onto the couch. He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. “You got any tacos?”

“Not at 1am, genius. You get water and a trash can.”

When she returned, he was sitting up, blinking slowly like he’d just remembered gravity existed.

“You’re nice,” he said out of nowhere. “You’re always nice to me. Y/N is nice too. She’s the nicest. But she doesn’t know I like her.”

Y/N paused, heart thudding, but played it cool. “Yeah? You got a crush, big guy?”

He nodded, eyes big and glassy. “Big one. Like, ‘I’d stop eating bacon for her’ big.”

Y/N blinked. “Damn. That’s serious.”

“She’s got this laugh,” he said, smiling dreamily. “It’s loud and it snorts a little and it’s perfect. She thinks I don’t notice stuff, but I do. I notice everything. Like how she always gives me the last fry. Or how she tucks her feet under her when she sits like it’s a crime to touch the floor.”

Y/N felt warmth bloom in her chest, even as she bit back a laugh.

“Ever tell her how you feel?” she asked gently, sitting beside him.

Priestly shook his head. “Nooope. I’m chicken-shit. If she knew I liked her, it might ruin things. And I’d rather be her best friend forever than nothing at all.”

Her heart twisted at the soft, honest ache in his voice.

“She’s lucky to have you,” Y/N whispered.

He looked at her with this drunken kind of awe. “I am her. No wait. She’s me? Crap, I forgot what I was saying.”

“Sleep, Priestly.”

But he shook his head and leaned in close, so close she could smell the cinnamon whiskey on his breath. “If I ever told her... I’d say she’s my favorite person. My whole world in combat boots.”

Y/N smiled sadly, brushing his hair back. “She’s right here, dummy.”

But he was already snoring.

The Next Morning

Priestly woke up to a dry mouth, pounding head, and an absolutely blinding headache. He groaned and sat up, finding a glass of water, two aspirin, and a note.

“You’re welcome for the babysitting. You owe me tacos. Also, I think she might like you too. – Y/N”

His brain took a second.

Later That Day

Then he bolted upright. “Oh crap.”

Y/N was restocking shelves at the shop when he walked in, hair washed, sunglasses on, holding a greasy paper bag.

“Tacos,” he said, handing it to her.

She took it with a grin. “Apology accepted.”

He hovered, awkward. “So… about last night…”

“You mean when you confessed your undying love to your best friend without realizing it was your best friend?”

He groaned and covered his face. “Kill me.”

“No need,” she teased. “You were sweet.”

He looked at her, vulnerable. “Do you... feel the same?”

Y/N reached into the taco bag and pulled out one of the napkins, scribbled on it with a Sharpie:

Yes. You’re my favorite person too.

He stared at it, then at her, then leaned in and kissed her, soft and full of everything he'd wanted to say for years.

“Best hangover ever,” he whispered against her lips.

His lips were warm against hers, a little tentative at first, like he was making sure she wouldn’t push him away. But Y/N kissed him back, slow and certain, her fingers curling into his T-shirt like she’d waited years for this moment.

When they pulled apart, his forehead stayed pressed to hers, both of them breathing harder than the situation probably required.

“So,” she whispered, smiling. “Still drunk?”

He smirked. “Completely sober. And still totally obsessed with you.”

“Good. Because you can’t kiss me like that and then pretend it was the tequila talking.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, “if it was the tequila, I’d have passed out again mid-kiss.”

He grinned when she laughed, then he took the taco bag from her hands and dropped it onto the counter like it offended him. His hands found her waist next, pulling her gently but firmly against him.

“Been dreaming about doing this for way too long,” he admitted against her neck.

She tilted her head, inviting him closer. “Then stop dreaming.”

He kissed her again, harder this time, letting years of buried feelings spill over. She gasped into his mouth when his hands slid up her back and into her hair, tugging just enough to make her knees feel a little wobbly.

Priestly walked her backward until she bumped into the counter, caging her in with his body — all lean muscle and soft teasing danger. The piercings in his lip and brow brushed against her skin as he kissed down her jaw, and it made her shiver.

“Can’t believe you let me pour my heart out like a drunk idiot,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly. “And didn’t stop me.”

“I liked hearing it,” she said, breathless. “You don’t usually say stuff like that.”

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled against her collarbone. “Turns out, love makes you real dumb.”

She paused. “Love?”

He froze for half a second — then pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. “I love you, Y/N. Not just a crush. Not just a ‘damn, you’re hot’ thing. I’ve been in love with you since you punched that frat guy for trying to touch my mohawk.”

“That was a good punch,” she said softly, trying to hold back the tears threatening behind her smile.

He chuckled. “Yeah. You’re dangerous. Sexy and violent.”

Y/N tugged him down by the front of his shirt and kissed him again, messier this time, lips parting without hesitation. His tongue slid against hers and he groaned into her mouth, like the sound had been waiting years to come out.

“Bedroom,” she gasped between kisses.

“Lead the way or I’m taking you on this counter.”

Y/N didn’t even answer, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shop.

Back at her place, the second they crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut with his boot, hands already tugging off his shirt and tossing it somewhere over his shoulder. She watched him. All ink and muscle and punk-rock beauty before pulling off her own top slowly.

His eyes darkened.

“You trying to kill me?” he whispered.

She smirked. “Maybe.”

He stepped closer, kissing her again, slower now, more deliberate. His fingers slid under the waistband of her jeans, teasing, testing until she nodded, silently giving him permission to undress her piece by piece.

Clothes fell to the floor. Hearts pounded harder. And by the time he laid her down on the bed, Priestly wasn’t grinning anymore, he looked at her like she was the answer to every stupid, lonely night he’d ever had.

He touched her like he knew every inch, every soft spot, every place that would make her moan. His mouth followed his hands, peppering kisses down her chest, her stomach, dragging his tongue slow and lazy like he had all the time in the world.

And when she arched under him, breathy and writhing and whispering his name, he nearly lost it.

“Mine,” he growled into her skin. “You’re mine now.”

“All yours,” she whispered back, dragging her nails down his back. “Always were.”

Later, tangled in sheets and each other...

Y/N curled into his chest, sweaty, content, and drunk on something much better than tequila.

Priestly brushed his fingers along her arm. “So... I didn’t imagine any of this, right?”

“Nope.”

“And you’re not gonna pretend you just wanted tacos?”

She grinned. “Oh, I still want tacos.”

He laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”

She lifted her head to meet his eyes, soft and full of something real. “I love you too, you know.”

“Yeah?” His voice cracked slightly.

She kissed him slow. “Yeah.”

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animelucky · 5 days ago

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My first and only completed chapter for this devour rewrite/fic will I write more idk. Enjoy! It’s very long!

Prologue: Angelina Hartley

Angie Hartley was the epitome of popularity. How could she not be? Innocent, cheerful, and the top cheerleader, Angie was the type of girl everyone admired.

Jake, on the other hand, was her opposite in almost every way. Dark, brooding, and plagued by disturbing visions, he often felt like he didn't belong. Despite that, he was intelligent, much smarter than Angie, though he never made her feel bad about it.

It started with a seating chart.

Jake Gray had just taken his usual spot in the second row, second seat. The back of the classroom buzzed with the chatter of students who didn't care about the seating arrangement, but Jake did. Because alphabetical order meant he got a front-row seat to the angel every single day.

Angelina Hartley.

She floated in a second later, sunlight catching in her long blonde curls as she smiled brightly at the teacher. She was everything Jake wasn't—cheer captain, always surrounded by a flock of giggling girls who called themselves the "A-squad.": Amanda,Alya, and of course, Angelina. She had pink pens, glittery binders, and the kind of laugh that made guys stupid. Including Jake. Not that he showed it.

She slid into the seat beside him like she belonged there.

Angie: Hi! Jake, right?

She chirped, then turned to him with a polite nod. He glanced at her, nodding once.

Jake:Yeah. Need somthing?

Angie: Nope! Just wanted to say hi!

He shrugged his shoulders and kept to himself while she sparkled but then came the test and the grades. And then came the announcement after class

Teacher for Highschool English: Angelina,you're getting a tutor starting tomorrow. Jake Gray has been assigned to help you with English. I suggest you take it seriously.

The look on her face has stayed bright and happy showing off her pearly whited. Jake just blinked, he hadn't agreed to anything but he wasn't going to say no,it would look good on college applications

Their first session was in the library, the blonde whined

Angie: I don't get Shakespeare

Angie said, pouting as she flipped a page of Macbeth.

Angie:Why doesn't he just talk like a normal person?

Jake smirked, leaning back.

Jake: Because then people like me wouldn't get to sound smarter than we are.

Angie: Oh.... Maybe I should talk like that

Jake: Please don't. Let's get back to work

Angie: Okie Dokie

When the bell rang for lunch the next day, instead of heading to the quad with her squad, Angie drifted across the cafeteria in her fashion forward pink outfit and sat at Jake's table it's as if conversations halted. Food froze halfway to mouths.

Jake looked up from tray.

Jake:Uh... what are you doing?"

Angie: Sitting with you, Duh!

Jake: I see that but..why?

Angie: Because I want to!

And just like that, she opened her yogurt and stayed. Every day after that, she kept coming back. Cheerleaders whispered. Football players frowned. But she didn't care and Jake didn't ask questions,

It started small. Angie would bring two juice boxes and handed Jake the apple one without asking if he liked it,he did, but he never told her. She'd doodle flowers and hearts on the margins of his notebook when she borrowed it, leaving glittery traces behind. Jake would mutter sarcastic one-liners under his breath in class, and she was the only one who laughed—even when she didn't quite get the joke.

Jake has helped her raise her D's to C's and the C+,to B-.

And then a Sadie's Hawkins dance sophomore year.

Guys didn't ask girls it was the other way around, and there wasn't a single person in this school who'd ever consider asking him. Well Thats what he thought

One Week Before Sadie's Hawkins Jake hadn't planned on going to the dance. He figured he'd spend the night watching old horror movies or fiddling with computers. However, he found the glittery envelope taped to his locker, he assumed it was a mistake. His name was written in pink gel pen, underlined with a heart. He looked around, no cheerleaders lurking or pranksters waiting to laugh. He opened it slowly, where inside was a folded note. The handwriting was messy, full of swirls and dotted i's with little hearts.

Hey Jakey! Will you go to Sadie's with me? You can say no, and I'll still totally sit with you at lunch forever and ever. But I really want to go with you. And you don't even have to dance unless you want to.

-Love, Angie

He just stood there, staring at it. The girl who could've picked anyone. The girl with a million friends and an entire school of admirers and yet, she'd asked him.

Later that day, when she skipped up to their usual lunch table, trying to pretend like she wasn't dying from anticipation, Jake didn't make her wait.

Jake: Yes

The blonde girl's head tilted as she sat down.

Angie: Yes what?

Jake: I'll go with you."

Angie: To...???

Jake: The dance...

Angie: Really!???

She squealed,actually squealed, and clapped with a childlike happiness. Jake had to look away to hide the stupid smile that crept onto his face.

And just like that, the whole school had a new mystery to whisper about: Why the highschool's sunshine girl wanted to go to a dance with the quiet, computer kid.

Jake: So I meet you in the gym

Angie: Yeah sure!

She expected him to offer to pick her up but Jake didn't. Angie did not complain,just happy to be going to a dance with her friend.

That night, the gym was barely recognizable. Twinkle lights wrapped around the basketball hoops, silver streamers floated from the rafters, and a cheesy "Moonlight Magic" banner hung above the DJ booth. Jake felt overwhelmed at something he wasn't used to and they she walked in.

Angie stood just inside the entrance, her eyes scanning the crowd, one hand holding a shimmering silver clutch tucked under her arm. Her dress was white and simple, ending just above her knees, with a big satin bow on the front like she was some kind of gift-wrapped angel. Her heels clicked delicately on the floor as she moved, and her hair,usually flowing and soft around her shoulders, was swept up in a ballerina bun, a soft pink flower tucked above one ear.

Jake had never seen her look more beautiful. Which was saying something, because she always looked beautiful.

She spotted him standing awkwardly by the bleachers, hands shoved in his pockets, wearing the one button-up shirt. It was black, untucked, no tie—very Jake. He hadn't brought a corsage, flowers,or done any of the things that guys were supposed to do. And yet, she beamed at him like he was the best thing in the room.

Angie: Hi!

She said breathlessly as she reached him, lifting her silver clutch to wave before realizing that was silly and lowering it again. Jake looked her up and down, not even trying to hide it.

Jake: You look... really nice

She smiles

Angie: Aww you're so sweet! Thank you!

Angelina giggled, leaning in a little.

Angie: I almost wore pink. But I figured white was better this time. Was I right!?

Jake: You look great in everything

Angie glanced at the dance floor, then back at him.

Angie: I know I promised not to make you dance, but...can we? Just once? Please???

He didn't know what to say to that. She always said things like that: babbly, sincere, and while slightly airheaded,it has some brilliance to it. She begged giving him her puppy dog looking blue eyes. Hands folded and pouty. Jake hesitated but gives in,because how could he not! He sighed

Jake: okay

Angie: YEAH!!!

He let her pull him out onto the floor. Her hands were soft in his. She rested one hand on his shoulder and held the other tight, standing close enough that he could smell the strawberry cake scent she always wore. After a few songs, Jake needed a break. The blonde girl nodded. Angie waving across the gym at some of her squad members. Then she caught their eye, gave Jake a soft smile, and whispered, "Be right back."

He didn't stop her.

She skipped across the floor, clutching her sparkly silver clutch and dodging other dancers. Her heels clicked like raindrops on tile. And when she reached the group of girls in coordinated pastel dresses, her entire face lit up.

Angie:Hey girls! Ooo cute wrist flowers!

She complemented her high school friends,that won't remain friends after senior graduation smiled a little too tightly.

Amanda: Thanks, Angie. Yours is... oh wait. Did your date not get you one?"

Angie blinked.

Angie:Oh, no. Jake didn't know he was supposed to. But that's okay! It's enough that he came!

The other girls exchanged looks.

Behind Angie's back, Alya leaned toward Amanda and muttered just loud enough,

Alya: She's really doing this, huh? Dancing with that computer guy?

Amanda: Total charity case. He's, like, scary quiet, And she brought him? To Sadie's?

Alya: She's so dumb

Amanda: I know right!? But she is good at cheerleading and helps us win so it's not like we have a choice but to be friends

Angie was too busy complimenting everyone she saw to hear any of it but her date did. Jake heard it all.

He stood frozen near the drinks table, half-hidden behind the speaker tower. His jaw clenched, fists curled at his sides. His first instinct was to storm over there. Call them out and drag this girl who he cared deeply about away and tell her what they really thought of her however she was smiling and laughing. He didn't want to break her delicate feelings. Jake hated how easily she believed the world was as sweet as she was.

When Angie finally turned back toward him, cheeks glowing and eyes shining, she didn't notice anything was wrong.

Angie: I'm back! Did you miss me?

she said cheerfully.

Jake swallowed the lump in his throat.

Jake: Yeah, Always.

He muttered something about getting a soda and slipped off the dance floor, she giving him an "Okie Doki", watching from the edge as Angie twirled in her white dress, glowing beneath the fairy lights. She was giggling at something one of the other cheerleaders said. Jake leaned against the wall and watched.

The noise from the dance, the chatter, the music—it all seemed so far away once Jake stepped outside into the cool night air. He leaned against the brick wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring at the stars above. The moon hung low, casting soft shadows on the parking lot. It was quiet, the kind of peace he didn't get very often.

He wasn't sure why he left. Maybe it was because the noise of the gym was suffocating. Or maybe it was the tension that had built up since Angie had stepped onto the dance floor with her cheer friends. Her laughter had been a little too bright, her smile a little too wide, as if she were trying to outshine the hurt.

And then there was what he overheard. The words they'd said behind her back. He hated it. Hated how they could treat her like that, so casually, and she'd never know.

Angie:Hey

A soft voice called out. He turned to see Angie standing in the doorway, her smile warm but a little uncertain. The light from the gym behind her made her look like she was glowing, her dress almost ethereal in the dark.

Jake: Hey. Just needed a break.

She stepped outside, heels tapping against the pavement, and moved toward him. She looked perfect, as usual, like she belonged on some glossy magazine cover. She was still carrying her silver clutch in one hand.

Angie: You okay?

Her voice soft full of concern

Jake: Yeah, just... thinking.

The brunette boy shrugged. Angie tilted her head cutely

Angie: About what?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he felt her presence beside him as she stood a little too close, the faint scent of vanilla and something strawberries mingling in the air between them.

Angie: Thanks for coming with me, it means a lot to me.

She said soft and sincere with a happy smile

Jake felt a warmth spread through his chest, and before he could stop himself, his hand slipped out of his pocket. Angie, without hesitation, placed her hand in his. Her fingers were soft, perfectly manicured—sparkling champagne-colored nails catching the light in the dark. He squeezed her hand gently, feeling her warmth seep into his skin.

Jake: Only for you

He said, his voice almost a whisper. His heart beat faster than it should've, the way it always did when she was around.

Angie's bright smile ever present

Angie: We make a good team

Jake's throat tightened. He wanted to say more about the conversation he overheard inside, how it ate at him, how he couldn't stand the thought of her believing their hollow compliments. Instead, he just stood there, his thumb gently tracing circles on her hand.

Angie didn't notice the tension in his body. She was too caught up in the sweetness of the moment, though Jake wasn't quite sure where this friendship was going, or where it could lead. He hadn't planned or think any of this was believable, however something about Angie felt like it was meant to happen. They stood in the quiet, hand in hand, the soft night breeze playing around them.

Angie suddenly turned to face him with a smile that could light up an entire room, and before Jake had time to react, she quickly leaned up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

Jake's heart nearly stopped.

It was just a quick, friendly peck—a gesture of pure affection from someone who didn't seem to think twice about it. She pulled away just as quickly, her bright eyes not noticing the whirlwind of thoughts going through his mind.

Angie:Thanks for coming with me tonight,again.

The sound of laughter and chatter from inside the gym faded away as the fresh night air settled around them. Jake was still caught in the warmth of her hand in his, trying to make sense of the way his heart kept beating louder than usual. Angie's eyes suddenly widened in excitement as her blue eyes noticed something fun

Angie: Oooh! Ice cream buffet! I hope they got strawberries!

She squealed, her grip on his hand tightening as she jerked her head toward the entrance. Jake barely had time to process what she said before she was already tugging him toward the door, her heels clicking on the pavement as she practically skipped ahead.

Angie: Come on, let's get dessert!

He followed her, unable to help the faint smile tugging at his lips. She was so full of energy, so... carefree.

Jake: You and your love of strawberries...

He smirked and rolled his eyes. Her kiss had been nothing. A simple, sweet thing that didn't mean more than what it was: a thank-you for being her date, for putting up with the chaos of the night,except to Jake, it meant everything.

His stomach churned in a way he didn't understand. What was it about that simple, casual touch that made him feel like his world had shifted? He'd been friends with Angie for months, and yet, this... this felt different. More than just friendship. More than just a "thank you."

It was enough to make him question everything he thought he knew about their relationship.

He shook his head, pushing aside the thoughts. There was no way she'd meant anything by it. She was Angie, it was her way of a thank you. Although deep down, something had changed and as he stood beside her, watching her happily scoop ice cream into a bowl, he couldn't shake the feeling that everything between them was about to get a lot more complicated.

————-

It was Angie's 16th birthday. It was the day every girl waited for. She was in her dress that was out of a fairy tale. Shoes that are pink hot pink,open toed with an ankle strap and bows on the toes.

She loved the party. All of it. It was everything she dreamed even though she has no idea how this happened! Still, somthing was missing. As the laughter mellowed and the sky deepened into night , Angie found herself feeling alone even though the cheer squad and the girls boyfriends were around her.! Her perfectly glossed lips turned down just a little, eyes soft with worry.

Angie: Did he not come?

Jakey—he had to know. He always remembered the little things. Her favorite color. Her schedule. The way she liked her popcorn with a drizzle of chocolate. He always showed up so why not now?

The others didn't notice her mood shift. Or if they did, they the didn't care

Angie: No way. Stay positive!

Then, one of the younger cheerleaders walked up awkwardly, shifting on her feet.

Girl: Um, Angie? Someone said to give you this?

She took the sticky note and read it

Follow the lights, birthday girl. You'll find me when the stars are out. —J

Her breath caught and she ran in her heels to follow the string of fairy lights that stretched beyond the picnic area, into a quieter part of the park. Each step made her heart beat faster.

Then she saw it.

A small clearing with a blanket laid out a goody bag and there, sitting with a sheepish smile and one hand running through his tousled dark hair, was Jake Gray.

Jake: There you are

Angie's eyes welled with tears before she rushed over and wrapped her arms around him.

Angie: You didn't forget?!

Jake (soft chuckle): As if I could ever forget you. Happy Birthday

He handed her the present and she ripped it open like a kid on Christmas. When she saw it her blue eyes sparkled. Angie hugged the plush Pegasus close to her chest, a soft smile lighting up her face.

Angie: I love it!

she whispered, running her fingers over the golden wings.

Angie:I'm gonna call you Sparkles.

Then her smile shifted into a mock pout, her bottom lip jutting out just enough to look adorably upset.

Angie: Don't scare me like that! I thought you didn't like me anymore.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head as he scooted closer.

Jake: You know I'm stuck on you, Angie. No way I'd miss this.

Angie: Good!

She beamed, hugging his arm tightly and resting her head against his shoulder

Angie: You're the bestest friend a girl can have!

Jake let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at the pretty girl snuggled against him, her golden hair catching the lantern light.

Jake: Bestest' isn't a word, Angie.

Angie: Well, it is now

The ditsy girl answered

Jake: Alright, if you say so. Just don't use it on a paper.

Angie: Deal!

Jake: Think you're ready for cake?

Her eyes lit up.

Angie: Is it strawberry?

Jake: Of course. I made sure of it.

Angie: Thank you, thank you! If only I could dedicate all my candles to you!

He smiled fondly at her, the kind of look that held more meaning than he could ever say aloud. For a moment, time felt still just the two of them in a world where nothing could touch the softness between them. She was his light. His escape.

Jake stood and reached into a nearby bag.

Jake: Hold on. One more thing.

He pulled out a sparkling pink crown, dainty and dazzling under the stars. With a boyish grin, he gently placed it on her head.

Angie: Oh my gosh, I love it!

She twirled, giggling

Angie:I feel like a Barbie doll!

Jake: You look like one too. More than usual.

The nervous teenager spoke.

Angie smiled bigger if that was possible, hiding her face behind Sparkles the Pegasus, but her smile couldn't be contained.

Jake: C'mon, birthday girl. Let's go get you that cake.

But it wasn't all perfect. When the party concluded everyone went their way home. The blonde going home when something startled her. Monsters with red batwings and glowing yellow eyes came out of nowhere. Charging to attack her. The blonde dodged as best as she could in her pink princess like sweet sixteen dress. The girl did her best to move and using the gymnastics skills she mastered for cheer but she stumbled and screamed unleashing something weird something she ends up ignoring and not think about it after the major event that she currently is dealing with. A pink gust comes from her and she attacks them. This sudden wind powers working on the smaller monster turning them into ash

Angie: What were those things?

She then pulled out her compacted mirror and sighed with relief.

Angie: Good Jakey's gifts are still intact!

——-

A senior year tutor sesh

Angie sat cross-legged on the bed, twirling a strand of her long blonde hair as Jake sat next to her, explaining pre-algebra. He did his best to focus, though the fact that he had an enormous crush on her wasn't helping. Jake asked her a math question, his leg bouncing nervously as he glanced at her.

Angie: Um... fifteen?

Jake: Yeah, that's right. Good job.

Setting the book aside, Jake adjusted his position so he could look at her better. The truth was, he didn't mind these tutoring sessions—it gave him an excuse to be close to her.

Jake: You know, I don't get why you're failing this class when you're picking all this up so quickly.

Angie pouted a little.

Angie: I just have a hard time focusing... unless you're sitting next to me.

The latter words made her quickly smile

Jake couldn't help but laugh.

Jake: Guess I'll have to sit next to you all the time then."

Angie giggled at that, her blue eyes sparkling. Before Jake could say anything else, she suddenly threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

Jake: Angie! H-hey now, we're supposed to be studying

He stammered, caught completely off guard. Her head ended up resting on his chest, and he froze, his heart racing.

Angie: Oh, right!

Angie pulled back, nodding innocently. But when she sat back down, the space between them vanished. Their legs touched, and Jake's bouncing knee suddenly stopped.

Angie grabbed the book again, flipping to the correct page, but Jake was only half-paying attention to it. Instead, he found himself glancing at her face—her soft features, her perfect skin, her golden hair. He tried not to look elsewhere, though it was a struggle with how close she was.

Angie worked to finish up the last few questions of her homework. Once she was done, she handed it to Jake to check.

He scanned her answers and smiled.

Jake: Perfect. You did them all right. See? You didn't even need my help in the end.

She beamed at his praise.

Angie: You're so smart, Jakey!

Jake chuckled.

Jake: I'm not that smart, you just need someone to help you focus.

Before he could say anything else, Angie stood up and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Then, she grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet.

Angie: Come on, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good tutor!"

Jake's face turned red as he stammered.

Jake: R-reward?

Angie: Yup! Frozen yogurt!

She said innocently, though her bright smile made his heart race.

Angie: Unless... you wanted something else?

Jake's mind briefly wandered to a different kind of reward, but he quickly shook the thought away.

Jake: Nope! Frozen yogurt's perfect.

he said smiling nervously.

Angie giggled and grabbed her pink headband, slipping it on as she got ready to go. She wore a light pink, short-sleeve dress with white checker patterns, paired with a pink choker and matching flats. She looked like the definition of sweet innocence, and Jake couldn't stop himself from staring.

The two walked to the frozen yogurt shop hand-in-hand, their shoulders brushing as they strolled. Jake was doing his best to keep his thoughts pure, though Angie's natural sweetness made it hard.

When they arrived, Angie ordered a strawberry vanilla swirl with an absurd amount of toppings: rainbow sprinkles, chocolate sauce and cut up strawberries

Then there was the homecoming moment

Senior Year

One Week Before Homecoming in the hall

The hallway buzzed with pre-homecoming energy. Posters with letters reading "Vote Now! Homecoming 2003!"

It was high school at its most high school.

Angie stood by her locker, flipping through her books, humming a tune under her breath. Her long blonde hair was curled perfectly, her nails were done in a bubblegum-pink gloss, and her cheer hoodie was slung lazily over her shoulder. As always, she looked effortlessly perfect.

A few lockers down, a junior named Aiden shuffled nervously toward her, holding a red rose and a folded piece of paper.

A: H-Hi, Angie

he said, clearing his throat.

She turned, smiling sweetly.

Angie: Hi Aiden! Love your sneakers!"

Oh. Thanks. So, um, I was wondering would you wanna go to Homecoming with me? As my date?"

Angie's eyes widened.

Angie: Aww, that's so sweet! But I actually already have plans that night.

A:Oh! Uh, no worries

he said quickly, cheeks red as he backed away.

Angie: Have a great time with whoever you go with!You're gonna make someone really happy.

Not ten seconds passed before another voice chimed in. Alya

Alya: Seriously? That's like the third guy this week.

And you turned all of them down?

Angie: I didn't turn them down I said I was busy which is true.

Amanda: Are you even going to Homecoming? Don't you wanna run for queen? You'd totally win.

Angie shrugged, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

Angie. That sounds nice, but it's no big deal.

Amanda: No big? Angie! It's our senior year! You're literally the most popular girl in school!

Angie:But I'm gonna have an extra-special movie night with Jakey! Thats more important

Alya: Wait, what?

Angie's face lit up with excitement, completely unfazed by their stunned reactions.

Angie: We've been planning it since last month. He found this old monster movie marathon, and we're making popcorn and s'mores in the microwave, and I'm bringing red licorice!

Alya: You're skipping Homecoming for... a movie night?

She responded shocked, she couldn't believe the words were real.

Amanda: With Jake? Jake Gray?

Angie: Yup! It's gonna be so fun.

The three girls exchanged looks like Angie had just declared she was becoming a nun.

Amanda: Are you even going to the game?

her arms crossed as if trying to figure out Angie's entire plan for the week.

Angie grinned, clearly unbothered by the probing questions.

Angie: Totally! As if I'd miss my chance to cheer with you girls!

The "A"s raised an eyebrow, still a little confused.

Alya: I guess we'll see you there, But seriously, Angie... are you sure about this whole movie night thing? You could be doing, like, so much more."

Angie just laughed, her carefree attitude unwavering.

Angie: I'm totally sure.

Amanda: You could be Homecoming Queen, Angie, Like, actual royalty. Why give that up?

She whined. Angie smiled, genuine and soft.

Angie: Jakey is better than a silly crown. You girls could have fun competing against each other without me! Good luck!

They didn't know what to say to that. So Angie simply gave them a little wave, shut her locker, and bounced down the hallway in her pink and white sneakers humming her happy tune again, already dreaming of sweets and cuddling with her best friend.

As Angie made her way through the hallway, heading toward the exit to meet Jake.

The night air was crisp as Jake and Angie left the football game behind them, the sounds of cheering and excitement fading into the distance. Jake glanced over at Angie in the passenger seat, still in her cheerleading uniform, her hair tied up loosely from the game, but her smile never faltering. She was glowing from the excitement of the evening—yet there was something more relaxed about her now that they were leaving the crowds behind.

Jake drove he silently trying not to stare and fawn over the blonde in his passenger seat

Jake: You did great today. You always do

Angie: Aww thanks. Thats because I have you as my good luck charm

As they pulled up to Jake's house, the usual comfort of their routine filled the air. Angie practically skipped inside, changing quickly in the bathroom. The smell of fresh strawberry cake lingered on her, mixing with the soft fragrance of her body wash.

When she emerged, the soft hum of her strawberry-scented presence filled the room. She wore silky strawberry-printed pajamas, short shorts and a loose tank top. Jake's heart skipped a beat as he saw her, trying hard not to let his eyes linger too long on her.

Jake: Wow...

Jake muttered under his breath, but Angie didn't hear, too busy making herself comfortable on the couch.

She flopped down beside him, curling into a ball on her side. Jake couldn't help but smile, but there was a mix of emotions stirring within him as he sat down beside her, their bodies close but not touching just yet.

Angie: Something to say?

Jake hesitated for a moment, then let the question slip out.

Jake: Would you have rather gone to the dance?

The eighteen year old inquired, voice casual but a little curious. He wanted to know, wanted to understand why she'd passed up all those invitations. Why she'd chosen him, even when it meant missing out on something so typical for a girl like her.

The blonde tilted her head, her gaze thoughtful.

Angie: Hanging out with you is much better!

she said without skipping a beat, her smile warm and sincere.

Angie: But... wearing pretty dresses and winning a crown would have been nice too.

There was a quiet sincerity in her voice, and Jake couldn't help but feel a little caught off guard. It was so easy for him to think of her as the popular, carefree cheerleader who lived for the spotlight, but in that moment, he saw another side of her. A side that felt the sting of what she'd given up,what she was missing out on even if she didn't show it.

Jake, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, nodded slowly.

Jake: Yeah,I get that.

He murmured

Angie gave him a gentle smile, then stretched out on the couch, pulling a soft blanket around herself. She nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder, the warmth of her body comforting him. Jake, now painfully aware of how close they were, kept his distance for a moment. But as Angie shifted a little, he slowly relaxed, letting his arm fall around her in a protective gesture.

The two of them spent the rest of the night watching movies, talking about everything and nothing. It was easy to be around her, easy to pretend that things were fine despite the thoughts inside Jake's head. He kept imagining her in a dress, pretty, stunning, perfect in a way only she could be and as he glanced at her resting peacefully against him, something clicked inside of him.

He had to make sure she had the best prom night ever. He wasn't sure yet how he'd make it happen, but that night, he promised himself he would. He'd ask her to the dance, even if it was just as friends regardless of what he knew deep down, his feelings for her had grown into something more than just friendship. The thought of seeing her with someone else, at prom, made his chest tighten.

It was becoming harder to deny. Jake would keep it to himself. He wasn't ready to risk their friendship just yet.

As Angie cuddled into him, a soft sigh escaping her lips, Jake found himself holding onto the moment, knowing that things were bound to change.

Then the big prom moment! Senior year. The year that made things count. And when an introverted boy went all out for the prettiest girl he knew even designing posters so people can vote for her as prom queen. The one thing in Jake's mind was to give her what he didn't do as her date for Sadie Hawkins and pulling her away from a homecoming experience.

He swallowed his pride. Had a sign printed and decorated with a mountain of glitter and a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries in his hand. In front of everyone in the courtyard he spoke it. Loud

Jake: Angelina Hartley... will you go to prom with me?

The whole quad went quiet for a beat. All eyes on the girl with long blonde iron curls and glitter-sparked blue eyes, standing frozen on the steps of the cafeteria.

Jake looked nervous,heart pounding,but he held her gaze with that small, boyish half-smile he always wore around her. Angie's hands covered her mouth.Then,she ran, but not away. Straight to him. She threw her arms around Jake in a tight hug, almost knocking the sign out of his hands and the strawberries

Angie: Yes! Yesyesyes! Jakey, this is the sweetest thing ever!

She squealed as laughter and claps broke out across the quad. Someone whistled. A few cheerleaders looked appalled at the sight! She's turned down every football player and jock to got with the moody loner who liked computers But Jake didn't care what everyone else thought. All he cared about was the way Angie looked up at him with that wide, radiant smile and sparkling eyes.

She leaned in, hugging him tighter almost suffocating him.

Angie: You're seriously the best. I can't believe you did all this

Jake's cheeks turned red, and he mumbled into her hair.

Jake: Just giving you somthing special to remember

He said trying to brush it off. She still didn't let go until a lightbulb went off.

Angie: I got to go dress shopping! OOOHHH I CAN'T WAIT!

She said doing a jump with clapped excited to go to the mall with her high school friends.

She was about to run until her grabbed her hand in his head calling her a pet name

Jake: Angie,we need to finish school first. You can't ditch

Angie: Oh right! Ooo strawberries! Can you feed them to me? Please?

He couldn't say no,even if it was romantic and in his imagination he can pretend it was if he was having a bad day,after all any negativity he felt faded away when he had Angelina by his side.

Jake: Fine

He replied trying to sound annoyed

At prom,they had a romantic night. He picked her up in his car and didn't forget the corsage. Jake should be used to it but every time he sees her he feels his breath being stolen as if he's going to pass out. They take pictures,taking the photographs home. Jake felt awkward in the tux but he powered through for his girl. Angie unsurprisingly ended up winning queen but what shocked everyone was the announcement. Jake Gray won prom king

Jake: Wait Thats impossible I mean who would? It's a prank right? I'm going to get pigs blood poorer on me or something aren't I.

Angie: Oh Jakey, you watched Carrie one too many times

She laughed.

Angie: Come on. We get to slow dance!

Both teens got plastic crowns placed on them

Jake: I still don't understand. I mean you I get your just so wonderful but...

The girl in a pink and purple dress let out a tiny "teehhee"

Jake: Whats with the cute giggle?

Angie: I might have convinced one of the comity to tell me if I won early and they said I did so I stuffed the ballots

Jake: You did!?

Angie: I may be dumb but I'm not stupid!

Jake: Never thought you were just shocked you would do something unfair. I bet those jocks were killing each other wanting to dance with you

Angie: Anything for you Jakey. Besides you wanted me to have a perfect night. I just needed to complete my final step

Jake: Your amazing

He said the pair continuing to sway side to side. Angie was really happy as they danced the night away. But moments don't last forever and darkness was creeping in the background ready to ruin the pairs world.

(Angie’s prom dress. She is a Barbie girl through and through. Fan art by @the-drawing-moon that I originally found online)

#fanfic promt #actual writing ish #jake gray #devour

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