iM aLiVe

Request for @Demoncloud . I hope you like it :)
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Tomorrow's the day. The day you've been waiting for since you stepped foot in this insufferable, well, almost insufferable school. Graduation. Fucking finally.

You were so ready for this day. As you sat in class while your yearbook was being passed around, you couldn't help but doze off and daydream about the moment you walk the stage.

A while later, your bell rang, dismissing you from your last class of the day.

As you packed your bag and made sure you had everything, c/n, who's a junior as you were a senior, walked up to you, holding your yearbook out towards you. He looked slightly concerned or worried, you couldn't tell which.

"H-here's your yearbook, y/n"

"Thank you c/n." You smiled, "is everything okay?"

"Oh. Yeah. Yes. I'm just stressed bc of that quiz we just took." He said, lying straight through his teeth, but you couldn't see that.

"Alright. You're gonna be at the ceremony tomorrow right?"

C/n nodded softly, "my cousin is graduating with you tomorrow."

"That's rigghhttt, e/n." You remembered. Yuh couldn't help but say her name with a little bit of despise even when you were talking to your crush.

"It's okay. I hate her too." He chuckled.

"Sorry," you said apologetically, "I didn't mean to be so blunt about it."

"No don't worry. She's just jealous since everyone sees you as the prettiest person here." He smirked.

"Oh shush, I'm definitely not prettier than her."

"You so are. She forgets that being the most beautiful doesn't just mean on the outside, but on the inside too. But you, you always remember that, even if it's not the very last thing on your mind, you're gorgeous on the inside and that's what makes you so stunning on the outside."

"I- thank you." You said, blushing so hard you couldn't meet his eye.

"Anytime y/n. I'll see you tomorrow." He said, walking off to where his ride waited.

You couldn't erase your smile the whole way home after that.

You got home meaning to read your yearbook, but you knew that you wouldn't have any time until the absolute moment before you went to bed, so you decided that that's when you would do it. The excitement of figuring out what people wrote would hopefully get you to complete your tasks quicker.

You had to get your nails done, iron your dress, lay out the supplies for your hair and makeup so that you wouldn't have to spend the time searching for products, your parents wanted to go out to dinner with just you before you went to one the next day with your whole family, and you had to shave. God knows how long that takes.

*time skip to the next morning brought to you by me questioning if I maybe make a social media for this account but I doubt anyone would follow sksks*

It's now the morning of graduation. Your alarms woke you up at 5:30, making sure you had more than enough time to get ready and eat breakfast with your cousins who arrived last night.

Before you got out of bed, you had one order of business you had to complete. You took your yearbook off of your nightstand and flipped the lights on.

You opened the covers and started reading the notes.  Most of them said "hey y/n! It was so fun getting to know you and I hope you're successful in life. Stay cool" or something along the lines of that.

Only a couple notes, from people who you actually talked too a lot wrote something that touched you.

After sifting through everyone's notes, you got to the back, where c/n had written his. It read:

         Y/n.
I like you. I don't really know how else to say it, but I just couldn't not say it at all. I had to tell you somehow before you leave and I never get the chance to, so.. I like you. Ever since you walked into our first period classroom and sent me a smile when everyone else refused to look at me for getting into a fight with that one kid. Practically the whole world saw me as the devil. All of the people I thought were my friends, and you would understand, didn't. You did. You understood. You were the only one who wasn't mad, who didn't care about what I had done, and still saw me as me, instead of that one idiot who fought. And for that, you have no idea how grateful I was. The first time I knew I liked you was that one day when you were so sick to the point where the teachers had to repeatedly command you to go home, but you refused. When you sat in your seat next to me, and passed out on my shoulder from how tired you were and how much your body ached, I never cared about the germs, the contagiousness, the drool (very adorable btw), all I could do was hope that you felt better, because I couldn't stand to see you in pain. Any kind of pain. And that was when I consciously knew. I understand if you don't feel the same way, I wouldn't be upset at you. Maybe with myself just a little bit, but never with you.
~c/n

You closed the book and stared at the wall, shocked from what you had just read, thinking that there's no way in hell that c/n would ever say that. That this whole ordeal was a prank from e/n, but it wasn't. It wasn't. It was actually happening. This was actually happening.

Slowly, a large and giddy smile spread across your face. You shot c/n a quick text saying you needed to talk to him after he didn't pick up your calls.

You hopped out of bed and took a quick shower, afterwards getting into your dress and putting a robe on so that when you did your hair and makeup it wouldn't get onto the dress.

You put your dress on first because you didn't want to put it in after your makeup, fearing that your nose might rub against the dress and the makeup won't come off, or it would ruin your hair as you put it on.

You did your makeup into a look that made it obvious you had makeup on, but you didn't look like Flashback Mary. You ended up putting your hair up into this beautiful and elegant braided bun look, and went downstairs.

It took three hours for you to get ready, so you were downstairs by 8:30-9:00. You had to be at the school at 9:30, so you quickly ate breakfast and you and your family drove to the school.

Once you arrived, your family took their place in the stadium bleachers as you went to where the other graduates were, preparing to walk the stage.

An hour later, the ceremony began. The valedictorian, and a couple other students who were the top of the class gave speeches. They were all very moving, but every single one quoted a pop song about the future, and the one the valedictorian gave had a quote by Henry David Thoreau.

Finally, the time had come for you to walk across the stage and receive your diploma.

As your turn finally arrived, you sent one last prayer to god hoping you wouldn't fall onto your face, and stepped forward, receiving your diploma.

You walked across that stage and took your seat with the many other people who had received their diplomas, not able to wipe the smile off of your face ever.

After the ceremony was over, and people were returning to their families, you saw c/n. He was talking with his family to e/n, but looked kinda separated from the conversation, so you went over there.

You tapped his shoulder and smiled. "Hey there."

He smiled back, "hey there grandma."

"Oh shush at least I'm not in this school for a whole other year."

"Alright you win." He chuckled.

You smiled, "of course I did, but that's not why I wanted to talk to you."

"Ohh," his face fell softly "I assume you read the yearbook?"

You nodded softly.

"Look, y/n, if you don't feel the same way I get it. I really do, i mean who would feel that way about me and I really hope I didn't-"  

You cut him off with a peck on his lips. "You talk too much, you know that?"

He smiled brighter than Ross's teeth that one time he got them whitened to impress a girl on F.R.I.E.N.D.S. "Oh really?"

"Mhm. Way too much, especially since what you should be doing is this." You leaned in again, slower this time, pressing your lips against his with your hands on either side of his jaw.

His hands automatically wrapped around your waist, and it felt like they were made to hold you. He pulled you into him, your body molding perfectly against his and he kissed you back.

He didn't rush it. As much as he had been waiting for this, he didn't turn it into a fast, heated, desperate kiss. It was slow, firm, and passionate. Everything a first kiss should be. It was like he was scared the moment would slip away, and wanted to cherish it, instead of ravish it.

Sure, it was the end of your high school era. But it was the beginning of something more beautiful than what you had ever known before. You knew that, just as you knew that it would be enough, that he would be enough.