Four years.

Spooky has been head over heels with you, the most popular kid in school, for four years. You were skilled, talented, beautiful, and so goddamn kind.

And Spooky, the weird, “emo” kid, with his bright red hair and overkill eye makeup, would never get you. And he certainly wouldn’t ever ask you to the dance.

No, never, he couldn’t. You probably already had a date. But it was the end of their highschool years… fuck, he wanted to bash his head into a wall.

The bell for the next class rang, making Spooky flinch out of his daydream, of watching the back of your head all of class. He watched you stand up, as your friends practically dragged you away, out of his sight.

He groaned, letting his head fall down onto the desk. You were so, so cute. So hot. And pretty, and..

SLAM!

Spooky flinched again, looking over at his friend, “Blurry” as the school called him. “Swooning over that older kid again?” He asked, smirking at Spooky.

Spooky blushed a little bit, looking away and muttering “no,” although he knew full well how obvious it was. As the two packed up their things and exited the classroom, Spooky was immediately looking out for you, and he spotted you near one of the cutouts for the school dance announcement.

You looked like you were having fun with your friends, pretending to make out like any teenagers would do, and it made his heart do a couple flips. Blurry nudged him, making him grumble softly.

“Stop that.” The weird kid said, shooting Blurry a glare. “Come on. Go ask them to the dance, lover boy.” Blurry teased, grabbing Spooky’s chin and making him look over at you again, giggling when the other boy’s face turned red as he admired you.

“I don’t wanna hear it, you steal stuff for that rando you robbed when you wanna make out with them.” Spooky retaliated, rolling his eyes when Blurry flushed bright red, the same red as his coloured contacts. “Besides, I saw someone asking them already.”

As he said that, you suddenly appeared next to the two, holding pamphlets for the school dance.