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Ah, the junior and Senior High School prom. The day where everyone is drunk, making out, or just flat out trying to be the prom king and queen... or if you're one of the unlucky ones, being rejected, abandoned, and humiliated. Everyone's already up in arms about it, asking each other to be their prom dates. You take a chug from the Pitt cola you were holding, eyes straining as you watch a couple from far away. The guy just asked out the girl if she wanted to be his prom date in front of her friends and they all screamed with a sound almost hurting your ears. You frowned and shuddered at the scene happening in front of you.
"And Glass Shard Beach's reclusive witch once again smiting people with her stares," Stan's hand ruffled your hair and you sneered at him, swatting his hand away from your head. "I will smite you for real," you warned him, lifting a finger to him.
"Someone woke up in the wrong side of her bed," he replied, mockingly biting your finger but you avoided his bite. Ford appeared beside his brother and your mood changed a bit. He sat beside you while Stan sat on your other side.
"What's with the grump?" Stan asked.
"Are you feeling well?" Ford asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just sick of seeing these all these "will you come to the prom with me" type of pizzaz," you flail your fingers mockingly. "Like why is everyone trying to make a big deal out of it anyway,"
"Because it is a big deal!" Stan gasped when he heard you. "Prom king and queen! The music! The dance! And most importantly, ahem..." he wiggles his eyebrows. "The after-party activity... If you get what I mean,"
"Ew," Ford and you expressed in unison.
"Well has anyone asked you yet?" Stan changes the subject, leaning on the table and rolling the sleeves of his white shirt.
"Nope," you replied nonchalantly, taking one last chug of the Pitt cola.
"What?!" the twins exclaimed. Well, Stan almost shouted, Ford was more surprised.
"Like not even one?" Ford asked in a small voice.
"Nooooope," you answered again, throwing the can to the nearest trash bin. "And it's fine. I can go to the prom without a date," You shrugged.
"That's sad," Stan replied.
"Stanley!" Ford hushed his brother.
"What?" You asked, raising a brow at him. "Why is it sad?"
Stanley got nervous a bit when he saw you cross your arms and stand threateningly. "Well... Prom is all about the date, right? If you don't have then what's the point?"
"Prom is all about the free grub, Stanley,"
"Well, yeah but besides that... It's a night to be stupid and do stupid things. If you don't have anyone to be stupid with, then what's the point? I'm taking Carla. Pointdexter here is taking redhead Maggie. We need to take a couple pictures!" Stan shakes you as he tries to make his point.
"Stan! Stan!" you try to calm him down. "We can still take pictures even if I'm alone, okay?"
"It will look weird,"
You groaned and rolled your eyes. "Then take me out of the picture then!"
"Absolutely not!" the Pines replied in unison again. You have been friends with them for a long time and they wanted to share important moments with you so the thought of you being left out of the photo doesn't seem right. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, it's gonna be fine even if you don't have a date. As long as there's three of us in the photo,"
You smiled and pat him on the shoulder. "Besides, the most important thing is we are all in the prom, right?" Ford said, looking at you with a smile.
"Yeah," you smiled weakly at him.
There's a reason why you never really bothered to ask anyone for the prom, well, besides the fact that guys are usually the ones asking for partners. You were... waiting for someone. But turns out that someone already has a partner.
"I'm gonna head home now," you said, picking up your bag from the table.
"Aren't you going to ride with us?" Ford asked. "I thought you waited for us?"
"Nah, I'm... I'm going to drop by some store to buy something. I just waited to say goodbye!" you said, waving and heading out. Quiet walks home helps you think and that's what you needed that time. One day until prom night. You stopped by one of the glass windows of the stores and noticed your reflection.
"Maybe if I was a redhead like Maggie it would be easier," you whispered to yourself. You groaned and walked away. Maybe you should've asked Ford out... There are lots of maybes going through your head. You've always had a bit of a crush on Ford ever since you hang out with the twins. He's your ideal guy to be quite honest... but then again why would a smart guy like him want a reckless one like you?
Prom Night.
You put on your prom dress, a maroon A-line silk dress paired with a pair of black gloves. "I can't believe no one from school asked you to prom!" Your mother exclaimed, exasperated at the thought. "Are you sure you want to go?"
"Mom, the Pines twins are there and they expect me to be there," you said, fixing your lipstick.
"But... not even the Pines twins asked you out,"
You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Mom, I'm fine with being alone at prom, alright? Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person attending the prom alone," You assured her. Your mom sighed and placed her hands on your shoulder. "Well, just have fun, okay? I will drop you off at school. Do you need a ride home?"
"No, I'm fine," you smiled. Your mom nods and leaves you to get her car keys. You looked at yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed of how you look and having second thoughts. But you scolded yourself. Everything's going to be fine.
You watched as the lights glow out from the school auditorium, jazzy music coming from the inside. You bid your mom goodbye and walked inside, eyeing the couples coming at the same time as you. Sure, some of them were staring at you and wondering where's your date but heck, you don't care.
"There she is!" you heard Stanley's voice come from behind. You turned to see him, arm linked with Carla McCorkle. And of course, Stanford was right behind them, with Maggie. You licked your lips, trying to avoid Ford's eyes but still saying hi to him.
"Maroon? Why is everything so dark?" Stan asked, looking at your dress.
"Stanley!" Carla shushed him. "Ignore him, your dress looks very pretty,"
"Thanks, Carla," you smiled and glanced at your dress.
"Who are you with tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm... going solo," you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. "Just me and myself. And it's fine, I get to flirt with the other available guys," You ended the sentence with another nervous laugh again. You glanced at Ford and Maggie and noticed that Maggie wasn't even holding his hand...
"Anyway, let's head in?" you asked. Stan nodded and escorted Carla. You followed them, glancing occasionally at Ford and Maggie.
You know what? This was actually really a mistake.
You're on your third punch juice, watching all the other students dance while you stay near the punch bowl, brooding. Your eyes focused on one couple though: Ford and Maggie. You have the rim of the cup on your lips, sipping slowly as you watch the two.
"So no one to dance with?" Stanley asked taking two glasses of the punch and grinning at you.
"Everyone's busy embarrassing themselves and I get all the drinks and food to myself, I guess that's a pretty gosh darn deal," you replied with a smirk.
"I guess so," he responded. "Where's poindexter?"
"Well," you pursed your lips to the direction of the said couple. "And it looks like she's not having fun at all,"
"Yeesh," Stanley grimaced. "Sixer really needs to work on his flirting skills,"
"Yeah, I guess," you said, sighing.
Stanley left with the glasses and you are once again alone. You took another piece of the cheese and crackers, munching it down like there's no tomorrow. A few minutes have passed and you glanced back at Ford and Maggie again only for Maggie to throw her punch juice all over him. You gasped, eyebrows furrowing in anger. You placed down your glass and grabbed the end of your dress, marching towards them... almost ready to rip Maggie's hair off her dumb head. But before you could do so... Stan was already behind Ford, splashing himself with the punch juice to match Ford's clothes stains. Stan laughs, grabbing his twin's shoulder to make him lighten up even after the incident. What are you gonna do with these two Pines, huh? You walked towards them, wrapping your arms around both of them and grinning. "See? This is why I don't bring dates on prom!" you giggled. Stan has some juice left in his glass and he splashed it on you, chuckling like a madman.
"Stanley Pines! You ruined my dress!" you exclaimed, trying to wipe the juice off.
"Now we all match!" He grabbed both of you into a tight hug and you swore you felt your bones crack.
"Hey Ford, don't mind what happened okay?" You told him, patting his shoulder. "Stan and I are here for you,"
Ford nodded, weakly smiling but looking away from both of you. You knew how humiliated he must've felt like and you feel sad knowing this night was ruined for him.
"I'm going to go to Stan's car to get some fresh air, alright?" he said. Ford left the auditorium in a hurry, brushing the wet spots of his suit.
"Is he gonna be alright?" you asked Stan, worry washing over your face.
"He'll be fine, this is Sixer we're talking about," Stan reassured you. "He'll come back to us in like 5 minutes." You know Stan's right. Ford is used to these kinds of rejections and humiliations that when it happens... he knows how to bounce back already. But you couldn't stop worrying and feel bad for him.
Ford was sitting on the hood of the El Diablo, his coat laid out on it to dry leaving him in his white button-up shirt that has pink stains all over it. He was looking down the ground, deep in his thoughts. Stumbling and struggling to walk properly, you head towards him, dragging your dress and a bottle of vodka that Stan had sneaked in inside. That troublemaker brought two bottles of vodka... in school! It's a good thing he's good at hiding stuff.
"Hey, you," you smiled, eyes blinking lazily as you stared at Ford who was suddenly aware of your presence. He subtly wiped the tears in the edges of his eyes and turned to you.
"Hey," he looked at you, furrowing his brow when he smelled the stench of alcohol in you. "You are drunk,"
"And you are alone in here, moping," you leaned on the El Diablo, just beside Ford, and turned your head to him. He tried to grab the bottle of vodka from you but your grip on it is tight and secure.
"Did Stanley give this to you?" he let out a disappointed sigh.
"Yeah," you nodded, your head lolling to the side.
"You know you shouldn't drink on school premises, right?" he said.
"It's fine, Principal White isn't gonna know about it," you groaned, pulling your head back. Ford went quiet again, looking away from you and then focusing on his hands.
"You're quiet," you said, poking his cheek. "You're thinking too much again,"
"What?"
"You do that whenever Crampelter or someone tries to make fun of you," you told him. "You're thinking..."
Ford sighed, not looking at you.
"If this is about redhead Maggie, you know, screw her," you said, leaning off the car and moving in front of him. "Don't think about her, okay?! You're... smart and amazing. Stan knows that. I know that for a fact!"
He seemed amused by the way you were struggling to stand and yet still scolding him for moping around. Ford reached out to you when you almost fell over, steadying you.
"Thanks... but..." he exhaled and avoided eye contact. "I just... I just feel like I don't fit in anywhere,"
"Wrong!" you booped his nose and shook your head. "You belong with Stan and m... and me..."
"I know..." he weakly smiled. "But... do you think someone out there will like me for who I am? Six-fingered nerd freak who can't talk to people?" he chuckled it off.
You fell silent, swallowing hard as you looked at his face. It was dark here in the parking lot and the only light source is the parking lamp post. In contrast with the booming music inside, it was pretty quiet here. Ford looked sad and tired and you hate seeing him like that.
"Maybe someone already does..." you muttered without thinking it through, realizing only when the words have already left your lips. Do you regret saying it out loud? Yes. But do you wish you could take it back? No. You mean it.
Ford chuckled. "What does that mean?" he laughed, looking back at you.
You licked your lips and tried to form a coherent sentence. "I mean... someone really likes you for who you are... you just don't... You just don't see them,"
His blue eyes scanned yours for any hint of joke or waiting for you to laugh it off. You didn't and Ford realized what you meant. You took another chug from the bottle while he starts to clear his throat and try to respond.
"You're drunk..." that was the only response he gave you and to be quite honest... it stings. Just because you have alcohol in your system doesn't mean you don't mean the things you're saying right now. You know what you're saying.
"And?" you turned to him, looking straight at his eyes. "I will wake up tomorrow without alcohol and I still like you,"
Ford mumbles your name, reaching for your hand. "You're not thinking straight,"
"I am," you snapped. "And for once I actually am thinking straight. I love you, Ford Pines,"
There was a silence between the two of you. And you were waiting for him to break it but it seemed like forever and he still hasn't said anything. Silence is still an answer...
With all the exchange you two did, you felt like the alcohol was already gone from your system... and all you feel is sadness because his silence meant rejection. You need to get away from here and go get drunk with Stanley and Carla instead. After all, why would Ford like you, right? He didn't ask you for the prom...
You moved away from him. "It's fine," you broke the silence. "I know you don't like me that way," You swallowed hard hoping that the tears won't fall from your eyes. "I'm gonna leave you alone now. I'm going back to Stan and Carla, I need another bottle,"
Before you can even leave, Ford's hand gripped your wrist. He called your name so softly as if he was begging.
"Ford, you don't have to say sorry to me or do anything out of pity," you told him. "It's fine-"
He cut you off by pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around you. Ford swore his heart was hammering against his chest so loudly you can almost hear it.
"I like you a lot too," he whispered in your ear. "I was... I was just scared that you don't think the same way. I've always liked you ever since we first met but I told myself you don't like me like that so I distanced myself,"
You thought your brain was playing tricks with you and maybe you passed out... maybe this was just a dream.
"I'm sorry-" You didn't let him finish and pulled away only to grab the collar of his shirt and drag him forward towards your face. You smashed your lips against him, gripping on his collar like your life depended on it. Ford let out a muffled squeak of surprise, hands moving up and hovering over your back. His glasses hit your cheeks, becoming askew on his face as you give him sloppy kisses. You felt your whole body fire up, it feels like a hot summer night.
"I've always wanted to do that," you whispered to his lips and before he could reply, you kissed him again. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and rough. Ford could taste the lingering vodka from your lips, head becoming hazy while you make out with him. He gasped for air once you let him go, panting hard and his eyes flickering from the sensation of your lips. You kissed him again, hand cupping his cheek and the other running through his hair. He's inexperienced so he just follows your lead. When you tease his mouth with your tongue, he didn't know how to react at first. But he slowly learned and let you move it in, matching his tongue against yours. Your hand slid down from his collar down to his shoulder. Ford grabbed the bottle of vodka from your hand and broke your kiss only to place the bottle on the ground. Once he came back up, your hands move to his chest and your lips find his again. His hand rested on the side of your waist, hovering lightly not wanting to touch you fully. He doesn't know if he's allowed to. You start fumbling with his bowtie and Ford's hand gripped yours, not tight but just enough to stop you.
"You're drunk," this is the third time he said that to you. "Are you... Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Ford," you grew impatient. "I am. And no, I'm not drunk anymore,"
"Liar," he teased. You retaliated by moving your hand downward and resting it just above his abdomen. Ford flinched at the touch, never having been touched there before. A deep shade of red started spreading across his cheek. "I-I... We're in the parking lot,"
"We're alone," you told him, kissing his cheek.
You were getting more touchy each second. Thankfully, Ford had an idea. He wrapped his arm around your waist and carried you, making you yelp in surprise. "Shh," he shushed you and carried you to the side of El Diablo, fumbling with the keys Stanley gave him until the door is opened. He lays you down as gently as he could, closing the door behind him. You adjust yourself so you're sitting and facing him. Curse this huge dress.
Ford's mouth finds yours and he was as needy as you are before. Being inside the car is much better than the exposure outside. You giggled, enjoying how Ford's hand try to find a place to rest on your body. You grabbed one of them and placed it on your waist... His lips were now gentle, leaving trails on your cheeks, jaw, and down to your neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. You smiled upon hearing his words, eyes shut as you try to focus on the feeling of his lips on your skin. You slowly opened your eyes and reached for his bowtie, untying it and unbuttoning his shirt. His breathing hitched when he felt your fingers against his skin. Ford's very sensitive. He mumbled your name, almost sounding like a moan. You lifted your skirt to pull him closer to you, his eyes widened at the mere sight of your underwear. He stumbles with his words again.
"A-Are you sure..."
"Yes," you interrupted him, kissing him on his cheek and then tracing his jawline. "I want to,"
You felt some warmth pool in your nether region, making you desperate for his touch. It's not like Ford's doing any better. You could feel his hard-on pressing against you and the way he whimpers suggest how much his cock is straining in his pants. Once you unbuttoned and opened his shirt, you ran your hand through his chest and went down tracing his happy trail. Ford's hair is a mess at this point (so are yours) and the way he unravels under your touch is intoxicating. You fumbled with his belt as he plant soft kisses on your shoulder.
"Stanley... keeps... condoms in here," he whispered with each kiss.
"Heh, of course, he does," you chuckled, a smile spreading your lips when you successfully unbuckled his belt. Ford pulled away for a moment, reaching in the front seat to look at the compartment and other places Stanley could keep his box. "Found it!" he beamed. He looks so adorable. The realization hits him and he's now beet red. "I-We," he stammers. You leaned closer to him, taking the wrapped condom from his hands. "I'll help you through it, okay? Just relax," you assured him and he nodded in response. You told him to relax but once your hands are on the waistband of his pants, he flinched. Your hands were warm and soft but Ford felt like they were electric, sending shivers in his spine. You pulled his pants down just enough to give access to him. His boner is very noticeable with how it's pent up against his boxers, there are some small stains already. You pulled it down and his cock bounced free, precum dripping already on the tip.
"Someone's excited," you teased, licking your lips at the sight. Ford groaned, blushing when he noticed the way you looked at him. He's girthy, not too long but long enough that you're sure that he will fill you up. You noticed he became shy when his hand start to hide it but you pulled it away. Your fingers wrapped around his length and Ford whined, clutching the leather seat for support. If you even move your fingers, you know he will probably come undone around it. You don't want to torture him so you let go of it for a moment. He whimpered at the absence of your touch, glancing up at you thinking that maybe you changed your mind upon seeing him. You grabbed his hand and led them to your thighs. "Touch me," you whispered in his ear. "Put your fingers inside me," Ford shuddered at your request but was compliant, trembling fingers sliding inside your underwear. His middle finger traced your slit gently, pushing it further in to feel your wetness. You moaned, grasping his shoulder for support. The sounds that left your lips were music to his ears. "I'm not... I'm not good at this," he confessed.
"Well, you could've fooled me," you answered. "Just keep going,"
He kept rubbing and sliding his two fingers inside of you until you are wet enough around them. He pushes his two fingers deeper into you and you cried out in pleasure as he pumped his digits inside of you. "Fuck! Ford," you moaned, biting your lower lip. Ford added another finger in and you felt your thighs shake. He steadies you with his other hand, keeping his fingers sliding in and out of you as you coat them with your juices. You felt something curl inside your stomach. You reached for his wrist to stop them, panting and moaning. Ford was confused, did he do something wrong? You ripped the condom foil open and took his dick, surprising Ford and making him squeak. You started wrapping it around him until it's fully on him. "Put it in me,"
"What?" he asked, even if he fully heard what you said.
"Fuck me, Ford," you said, hand sliding on his shoulder. "Please,"
You didn't have to say please but it was enough for him to start moving. Sliding your underwear to the side, he guided the tip of his cock to your slit. You were still very wet from earlier, making it easier for him to slide in. And when he did, an unholy noise came out of you. He filled you to the hilt, groaning and grunting as he tries to not lose to his release already. Ford moved slowly inside of you, a torturous pace even. "Faster," you whispered, kissing his jaw. "Harder, please,"
He gripped on the back of the front seat, while his other hand stayed with your hips. He started grinding in and out of you, slowly going faster by your request. Ford gasped, shutting his eyes as he try to control himself. His strokes slightly brush against your clit, earning a moan from you. "So... tight," he grunted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Fuck!"
He watched as your body bounced against his, the sound of your skins slapping against each other filling the inside of El Diablo. He hated the way he can't see your breast but the way they are pressed tightly against your dress is enough for him. Maybe next time.
You felt something pooling inside of you and you pulled Ford closer to you as an anchor, scratching his back as the pleasure fill you. "I'm so close," you panted. "Ford, I'm.."
He kisses your lips, hips keeping the fast pace. He lets go of the seat and moved to rub your clit. The sensation of his fingers rubbing against you was enough to make you lose control. You cried out, toes curling and your legs kicking in the air as your pleasure washes over you. Ford kept pumping himself inside of you and not long after, you felt his pace become erratic and desperate. He pressed himself against you, almost suffocating you with his body. "Fuck," he moaned, snapping his hips to yours harshly and you knew he came. He almost collapses under you but he supported himself, hand gripping the top of the seat. Ford pulled out of you, watching your juices drip down your thighs. He took off the condom and tied it, putting it on the side and mentally reminding himself to dispose of it later. You realized how ruined your dress is now... but to be honest, you don't care. You felt Ford's gaze all over you and you looked up to see that he really is looking at you. He fixes his glasses, it's a miracle they didn't fall off during your heated make-out session. "Wow," he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "You are magnificent,"
"Stop that," you playfully pinched his cheek, adjusting your position and trying to fix yourself."
"We better make sure we don't leave any evidence for Stanley to see," he chuckled.
"You're right," you nodded, a bit tired from the activity. When you tried to actually move and fix yourself, Ford suddenly cupped your cheeks and kissed you. A small loving peck on your lips.
"I... I love you," he said, blushing once again.
Gosh, he's... he's just the most adorable boy you've ever met.
"Mine," he grinned, kissing you once again.
"Ford! We have to clean the car," you chuckled, trying to fight him off. El Diable was filled with your laughter and the sounds of Ford's adoring kisses.
Stanley walked towards the car, Carla wrapped in his arm. He noticed two figures sitting on the hood of El Diablo. "Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you were," he greeted you. "Turns out you're here to give Sixer some emotional support,"
"Yeah, emotional support," you grinned suspiciously.
Stan furrowed his brows when he noticed the smile on your face but before he could think of it, Ford coughed and tried to distract him.
"She's going to ride home with us," Ford said. "The bus is already out and there are no cabs around,"
"Sure," Stanley replied. "I'll just drop off Carla first," Carla was already sleepy in Stan's arm. Stan leads her to the front seat and you and Ford head on the back, grinning like idiots. You checked the seats to make sure you didn't leave any trace behind. Stan stares at the two of you from his rearview mirror, trying to figure out what you two are up to. "Ready nerds?"
"Yeah. Let's go home,"
The next day, Stanford was finishing his Physics homework in his room, occasionally biting his lower lip whenever he remembers the events of last night. He asked you out today since it’s weekend so the two of you will hang out. The door to their room opened and Stan peeked inside the room.
“Uh, Sixer I have a question,” he said entering the room.
“Hm? Yes, Stanley?” “You’re good at math right?”
“Yeah,”
“I have two condoms in my car... now there’s only one... what happened to the other one?”
Ford felt his cheeks warm up upon realization and turned to Stanley who’s holding the box with a smug grin.
“Someone got laid!”