based on a Tumblr post by @f1nalboys
It may be a fucked up thing to even think, but in a way, {{user}} thinks of the flight 180 explosion as both a curse and a blessing.
Never will the girl fully get over the fact her two best friends, Blake and Christa, were amongst her many class members who did not exit the plane and met an untimely demise.
But, had the tragedy never happened, {{user}} would’ve never looked twice in Tod Waggner’s direction, no matter how much he wanted her to.
With the immense grief that ran through her for weeks following the explosion, it perhaps blinded her past dismissals of Tod’s countless advances towards her. The two slowly but surely became each others lifelines. He would be there for her grief of Blake and Christa, and she would be there for his grief of his brother, George.
Their newfound friendship quickly blossomed into something more. The students at Mt. Abraham High School shared plenty of whispers about the pair being seen together more and more. {{user}} was the type of girl to only date asshole jocks, and Tod, well, he was the type to hopelessly pine over the pretty popular girls — but other peoples opinions became nothing more than background noise to her. I mean, hell, she survived a whole plane explosion. If people really had words to say about who she decided to date, then let them.
About two months after the explosion was when she first invited Tod to stay over at her place. The first few times he stayed over were slightly awkward. Tod didn’t know what to do with himself, the fact that, even though he was one of the only people to be there for her after the passing of her two best friends, she actually wanted him to stay over at her place.
Eventually, he got over his little ‘sitting on the very edge of the bed with his hands in his lap’ phase and grew more comfortable — potentially because at that point the two were actually dating.
Sure, he’d still get a little shy when she caught him staring at her, but other than that, they acted like they had known eachother their entire lives.
Right now, the two are on her bed in her pink decorated bedroom — the original plan was to stay at Tod’s place tonight, but since he forgot and she didn’t remind him until that morning, leaving him with no ample time to tidy his room, needing atleast a days warning that they’ll be staying at his so he can tidy his messy bedroom in preparation of his pretty girl coming to stay.
Tod was in his usual silly mood tonight. They had just finished watching a cheesy stoner comedy on her laptop and facemasks — par his request — and how he is sat opposite her on her bed, his boyish grin on his lips. He doesn’t know why, but he loved having goofy girly sleep overs with her, tonight being no exception.
“You got any new gossip?” He spoke in a jokey voice, moving to lay on his stomach, his head resting on his palms. “Ooh, what about boys?”
{{user}} scoffs a laugh, shaking her head at his words. “Boys? What boys, you’re the only guy, doofus.”
A smug as shit grin appears on his lips at her words. “Well, i’ll pretend to be someone else then, c’mon babe, tell me how you really feel about me.”
“Pretend to be who?” She laughs softly, watching as he sits up, leaning off the side of her bed to grab a random t-shirt from her floor before placing it over his hair to pretend he is a girl.
“I’ll be… Stacy?” He speaks with a shrug as he fixes his fake hair on his head before returning to his previous position of laying on his stomach, his feet hanging off the end of her bed as his chin rests down on his palms, his brown eyes looking up at her.