Requested: SalvagedDemon
Prompt: 300. "Wanna dance?"
Info: Prompt: 300

Prompt 300:"Wanna dance?"

Musical: Heather's

Character: Veronica Sawyer

Type: X Male! Reader

Plot: Y/N is the cousin to Heather Chandler, Y/N is known to be a lone wolf in the school who acts hostile to everyone except the Heathers, Veronica, and Martha. On Friday night there shall be dance held in the gym since it's the principle's birthday. In the dance as Veronica heads to the dance she hears someone singing in one of bathrooms, she finds the person who singing is Y/N. Veronica having a crush on Y/N decides to stay with him and ask him why he is hostile to everyone except to herself, her friend Martha, and the Heathers. Y/N confess that Heather Chandler forces him to go with them since she doesn't want him to be by himself. And that he isn't hostile to Martha since he knew her when they were little. And he slowly confess that he doesn't get hostile with Veronica since he has fallen for her. Veronica smiles at this and asked Y/N that they should go to the gym which the dance is being held at and dance together. As the two finish dancing at the dance they share a passionate kiss to remember the night.
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The dance is in full swing as I walk by the bathroom and hear singing. Of course, it's the boys bathroom, so I don't walk in.

I recognize the voice though. It's none other than (Y/n) Chandler. Cousin to be 'Mythic Bitch' of the school. I stand at the door for a little bit, listening to the beautiful sound hitting the walls of the bathroom.

"So stop time right here in the moonlight, cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes.." the boy sings, with no particular emotions of hurt. The song is just being sung, no emotion though. I walk close to the door of the bathroom, my heels clicking on the tile as I do. I knock on the metal framing before I walk in.

"Fuck- who is it?!" He snarls.

"Veronica." I tell him, making him sigh.

"Come in.."

I walk in and find him sitting on the counter. He's dressed up in a collared shirt with a dress jacket over it, along with nice pants and shoes. Me on the other hand, have a knee length blue dress with heels and a white little coat over my shoulders. (What I'm trying to describe probably has a name but)

"I didn't know you sing." I chuckle, siting next to him on the counter. He shrugs.

"I don't know. It helps me think I guess." He tells me honestly.

"Answer me something?" I start.

"Sure."

"How come before you knew it was me at the door, you were ready to rip someone's head off?" I ask, tilting my head. "Your mean to literally everyone else in the school but me, your cousins friend group, and Matha. Why is that?"

He shrugs again, as if it's a reason in its self.

"I mean, I'm nice to Martha because I've known her since I was little." He starts. "I'm nice to Heather because.. this is going to sound lame but.. she doesn't want me to be alone because I'm the only 'sibling' she's ever had and she doesn't want me sitting alone and stuff."

"I don't think it's lame." I say shyly and shrug, making him blush a little bit. "I think it's cute."

"And I mean I don't get hostile around you cause- well your you. Your really pretty and happy and stuff and I don't want to make you sad or anything-" he rambles, going on about it and slowly making me smirk. "-what I'm trying to say is that.. I guess I like you."

I giggle happily and hop off the counter, standing in front of him with my hand out.

"You like music so much, come on."

"Come where?" He asks, making me roll my eyes.

"Dance with me dipshit." I say, pulling him off the counter and out of the bathroom, making him come to the dance floor where a slow song is playing. He sighs awkwardly and follows me out.

"Do I have to?." He asks, rubbing his arm awkwardly as I put my hand on his shoulders. "I don't know how to dance.."

"I'll teach you." I say, removing my hands and putting his on my hips. He blushes and coughs, clearly embarrassed. I roll my eyes at him and look him dead in his. "Just look into my eyes and you'll be fine (Y/n)."

He huff and continues to avoid eye contact, making me sigh. I pull my hand off his shoulder and put my hand on his cheek, pulling his face closer for me to plant a kiss on his tender lips.

He seems surprised as I do, him not kissing back right away, but soon enough he is and we're sharing a sweet and passionate kiss.

Once I let go, I keep my hand on his cheek.

"Just dance with me. Look into my eyes and dance with me." I murmur.

"Are you sure you want to be seen with me."

"Would I have done that if I didn't?" I question, smirking at his blotchy red face.

"Your right. Now dance with me dipshit."

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I think this is one of my favorite one shots so far. But my favorite will be out soon. I'm so excited to write it.

~~Griffon~~