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imaginetrahs · 4 years

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4. Is this a date or what?

Solana

This morning I woke up around nine o'clock and stayed in bed for a while. Oscar wasn't coming until 12:30 and currently it's only 10.

I got out bed with a heavy sigh, and walked to my closet looking for an outfit. I wanted to look good but not like I'm trying too hard. However, I don't want to look like I didn't try. I decided on a cropped thin strapped tank top with ripped jeans and a light flannel shirt. I looked in the mirror and paused thinking about the weather. I checked my phone and it said 85 degrees. I went to change my outfit, but took a picture first. I ended up trying on three different outfits, took pictures of them, and then sent them to the group chat before hopping in the shower.

Real Hot Girl Shit 🤪

Hot Girl Lana

Which one 😭

Read 10:15

Hot Girl Brae

The first one is really cute but so is the third one 😗

Sent 10:18

Hot Girl Ziy

Where are you going 🤔

Sent 10:20

Hot Girl Lana

Out with Oscar 😬

Read 10:50

Hot Girl Brae

Hot Girl Ziy

Hot Girl Brae

Hot Girl Lana

Ok it is not that serious 🙄

Read 10:58

Hot Girl Ziy

Actually it is

Read 11:05

Go with fit 3 bitch

Read 11:05

Hot Girl Lana

Thanks 😊

Read 11:08

I promise to tell y'all everything later

Read 11:10

After punching the air a few times I got dressed and put some mousse on my braids to lay down any flyaways. I didn't do any special makeup just my eyebrows, some lashes and some lip gloss. I walked out of my room to see Jamal sitting at the table eating cereal.

"Where are you going? Did you put sunscreen on because last time you didn't you got burned and then you cried and had me rub aloe all over you and I don't want to do that again." He got up to put his bowl in the sick and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Yes Jamal, damn." I walked around him to the fridge to grab a water.

"Where are you going?" He continued watching me from the counter.

"Out." I sat on the couch and turned the tv on. Reruns of love and hip hop were on so I decided to just watched that until it was time to go.

"Where?" I sighed and threw my head back on the couch.

"What is this? And interrogation?" I tossed the remote on the coffee table in front of me. "You're not my dad! You always tryna hear something."

Jamal gave me a straight face and I couldn't help but bust out laughing. He did this to himself asking all these damn questions.

"Chill out J." I giggled to myself. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."

He rolled his eyes and walked down the hall to his room. I stayed on the couch watching tv for the next hour. I was hungry but decided not eat because I'm pretty sure I'll eat with Oscar.

12:30 came and went, Oscar still wasn't here. I waited until 1 o'clock to text him, it's only been thirty minutes but Oscar is very punctual it's sickening. I checked my phone again and seen that my message was left on read.

I twisted my face up and locked my phone. I sunk into the couch thinking that maybe he's busy right now and him leaving me on read is his way of telling me he's still coming.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case, I've sat here for another two hours. I laid down on the couch still watching tv, upset. I heard Jamal come out of his room and into the living room.

"I thought you were going out." He came and sat on my back.

"Yeah me too." I groaned out from under him. "Do you wanna go out? Like to eat or something?"

"Really?" His whole face lit up at my question.

"Yeah," I giggled at him, "why wouldn't I be serious?"

He shrugged his shoulders and got up to put his shoes on. I squint my eyes not believing him then got up myself to put my sandals on.

Before leaving I made Jamal take a picture with me for Snapchat. I captioned it with a red heart and posted it. I grabbed my keys from the key hook and left with Jamal behind me. I waited in the car while he locked the front door and pulled out when he got in the passenger seat.

"Where to brother?" I glanced at him but still kept my eyes on the road. Safety first.

"Let's go to the state fair." I stopped at a red light and looked at him surprised.

"Are you sure because last time you told mom and dad you were going to sue them for child endangerment." I laughed and pulled off to get on the freeway.

"I'm a new man now. I'm stronger," he flexed his arms to show his nonexistent muscles, "I'm taller."

"Right." I nodded at him slowly. "We'll see how much of a 'new man' you are when it's time to get on rides."

For the rest of the drive we sung most of the songs that came on Spotify together. Moments like these are my favorite because as we get older we started to drift apart doing our own thing.

About 45 minutes later we parked and hopped out to get to the ticket booth. It was almost 4 o'clock and the park didn't close until 8 so we had some time. For Christmas last year we were gifted membership passes so we didn't have to pay as much and I'm so thankful for our rich family members.

Looking around the park we tried to decide what we wanted to do first. I haven't eaten yet and I was super hungry, like hungry hungry. I looked around for the food truck that I wanted. They served these really, really good buffalo chicken calzones and then I would just get a bucket of fries from another truck and fried Oreos from another. Be honest, who comes to fairs to ride rides because I don't, I come to eat.

Jamal and I sat at one of the free tables and he watched me eat with a disgusted face.

"You know none of that is good for you and with the pace you're eating at, you're bound to choke." He stopped talking abruptly. "I'm not CPR certified." He whispered to himself.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh come on J, chill out. It's like I have to constantly tell you this. Enjoy and indulge in this while you can because once we go back to school it's back to eating prison food."

"I'm pretty sure school food is better than prison food." I huffed and stopped eating.

"That's not the point." I wiped my mouth with the napkins I grabbed. "My point is, enjoy yourself. You're too uptight to be only 14, that's not good. It gives you grey hair early."

"Fine." He sighed and went to reach for my food but I moved it out of his reach.

"What are you doing? All of these vendors and food trucks, and you want my food?" I looked at him like he had two heads. "Go get your own, loser."

We've been at the fair for almost four hours and we've ate and played more games than we can count. So far we've won a huge unicorn, big enough for me to sit on, a huge pillow pet and just a bunch of small and medium sized stuffed animals. Since we weren't ready to go yet, I put all of the prizes in a storage locker until we left.

"You ready to go yet?" I looked at Jamal and he looked like he was ready to pass out, truth be told me too. We've been walking around for hours, bumping into people and vice versa, quite frankly I'm tired of it.

"Yeah, you?" He looked back at me and I nodded back at him.

"Let's get a funnel cake before we go?" We both stood up and walked to find the booth that sold funnel cakes. Eventually we found it and stood in line waiting for the few people in front of us.

From the corner of my eye I could see Jamal fidgeting like he wanted to say something. I could feel him glancing at me but not saying anything so I thought I should say something first.

"What is it J?" I turned to him a little, it was enough to let him know he had my full attention.

"What — I don't — what?" He stuttered out.

I pursed my lips and rocked on the heels of my feet waiting for him to tell me. "I don't believe you. So just tell me or rather, I don't know, ask me like a normal person."

He took a minute and finally asked me. "Who were you going out with today?"

I stared at him in disbelief, "that's what you wanted to ask me?" I snorted out a laugh. "I thought you were gonna ask for money 'cause you're in trouble or something. Jeez, J."

He huffed and moved up ordering the funnel cakes for us. I had a feeling he already knew the answer so I didn't bother answering it.

"Are you gonna answer me?" He handed me my cake and we started walking to the front of the fair to grab our things and leave.

"No." I led some guys willing to carry all of the prizes to my car. "I'm pretty sure you already know the answer so...you tell me." I put one hand on my hip while the other held the rest of my cake.

Once the guys were done I tipped them and got in the car. We had a long drive back home because of traffic and it's dark out and people don't know how to fucking drive.

"How did that even happen? Why him of all people?"

To be honest I don't even know myself. Yeah I had a crush on him and yeah he's attractive, very attractive whew. But, the lifestyle he lives is very dangerous, he's older than me, which isn't really a problem I'm eighteen, and he's not really someone my dad would want me to bring home.

"I don't know." I pulled onto the freeway. "It's a long story I guess."

"We got time."

We finally arrived home after I spilled my guts about my feelings for Oscar. Surprisingly Jamal didn't say anything about how I felt, because we all know he always has something smart to say.

"I know you're older and you're supposed to look out for me but, you're my only sibling," he took my hand in his, "and I just want you to be safe."

I nodded and squeezed his hand. "Of course. Always."

He nodded back at me and got out the car making his way into the house. My parents were home, I could see their bedroom light on.

I sat in the car for a little while longer not ready to get out yet. My phone went off in the cup holder telling me I had a text message. I looked at it and seen a picture from Braelyn. In the picture it was Oscar, who looked way too high to function, and a girl sitting on his lap. The picture was screenshot from Instagram and it was captioned "Mine 🤪".

I couldn't help but laugh, out of both humor and stupidity. I text back the group chat, "Lmfaooooooo. Bet.", and got out of the car and went inside. I'd get the stuffed animals tomorrow or something, right now I just want to go lay down.

"Hey babygirl." My dad hugged me as I walked in the house. "Jamal told me y'all went to fair. That was nice of you."

"Yeah I thought we should hang before school starts." I kicked my sandals off at the door and grabbed a water from the kitchen. "I'm gonna go to bed, I'm tired.

"Ok, I love you." I repeated it back and went to my room. Today has been a long day.

I changed my clothes and then got in bed. I put on Netflix for background noise and check my socials. There wasn't anything special but I watched Jamal's snap and noticed he posted a few pictures of us from the fair.

One picture stood out the most though. It was a picture of me playing the basketball game, I was mid shot with a big smile on my face. It was about 6:30 when it was taken because the sky was a pink-ish orange color and I looked like I was literally glowing. I screenshot it and posted it to my story and locked my phone.

I got another text and seen it was from Oscar. I rolled my eyes and opened it to leave him on read and went back to watching tv. I didn't have time for the tomfoolery, if he didn't want to hang today that's all he had to say instead he stood me up.

"Can I watch tv with you?" I looked up and seen Jamal standing at the door with a disgusted look on his face. "Mom and Dad are...busy and your room is the farthest."

I chuckled and made a space for him on the bed. He climbed in and we watched tv for the next 2 ½ hours. When Jamal got up to leave to his room I laid my head on his shoulder.

"You're my favorite brother."

"I'm you're only brother, Solana."

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sheepsandcattle · 5 years

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Chapter 4

Curly got to sit on a pier in Cornwall when he was twelve years old as he watched the solar eclipse through a hole in a piece of paper. He remembers feeling the most bizarre sense of dread as the shadow crawled over the sun like it might just disappear and never come back. He remembers finally letting his breath go when the light seeped out - right the way around the darkness all at once, and was more beautiful than ever.

He remembers thinking, what was I worried for?

His dad had said, “come on, El, let your sister see,” but Genie didn’t seem to understand anyway, sunglasses sliding down her nose as Curly regretfully held the paper out before her.

Maybe he just gets overly attached to visions like these, by nature.

Maybe he’s just high.

He sees white hair, dark brows and black lashes.

He’snotreal.

The three freckles beneath his right eye are barely visible, but he sees them. Curly sees them. The man smiles and the way his eyes crinkle almost hides them away and Curly’s stomach twists up for a second because to lose them to a smile would just be the most tragic loss imaginable. They’re still there though; only just, and the two features combined feels like a miracle and Curly releases the breath he’s been holding. What was he worried for?

He’s so high.

Curly asks, “pardon?”

“I said, ‘Jeff says you have X.’” His accent is different to everyone else's. It’s still American but it’s thick and… Syrupy. Dippy and wavy and smooth but also kind of dirty. Like America’s Essex. Or something. Suddenly his smile is gone and Curly’s not sure it was ever even there. The bloke has a silver nose ring and is no taller than 5’8” but his stoney expression makes him feel twice his size as he juts up his chin like a challenge. “Are you selling or not?”

“My molly’s mint,” he provides and, honestly, he should think about making that his catchphrase because he swears he’s said it more tonight than he’s said anything else this week.

He digs a baggie out of his inside pocket and exchanges it for cash and the stranger’s eyes trail over the clingfilm covering his newest tattoo. For a moment Curly thinks he’s about to ask about it.

In the year he’s known Dean, he’s acquired a grand total of eight tattoos and his mum hates the lot of them.

If Freckles asked, he’d tell him that his personal favourite is the one on the right side of his ribcage; thick gooey letters spelling ‘BLEH,’ just because he thinks it’s funny. Nobody asks, though.

The bloke still looks like he’s about to say something, but instead shakes his head and mutters his thanks. Curly is waiting for him to turn around and say whatever it is that’s trapped itself in his throat, still feeling it hang in the air as the man walks away, but soon he’s replaced by another stranger and a similar exchange takes place.

It’s been a few months since that favour he did for Jules and it turns out he’s got a knack for it. Jules’ dealer has dealers (some of which also have dealers) and Curly did research that Jules never did, and managed to get some really decent prices for his batches. He’s dealing alone now, mostly to people that Jules can’t get to (and some that he can but just seem to prefer Curly) and quite often to people in places like this; house parties or dodgy raves. He doesn’t talk much about it to Jules ‘cause he thinks the man feels threatened sometimes. Curly thinks he might be making more money than Jules, but he doesn’t say that either. He certainly doesn’t say that he reckons it’s because he’s got the better personality.

“Tell your mates who you’ve got it from, yeah? Do you want my number?”

Trying heroin might just have been the best decision of his life so far. It’s opened a lot of doors for him. He’s not sure anyone could class heroin as a gateway drug, but that’s sort of how it’s worked out for him. He smokes it sometimes but, after a while, it became a little too casual. The highs aren’t as intense as they used to be and even snorting the stuff leaves him dissatisfied. Jules recons he’s just building a tolerance, and Curly knows that’s not a good thing, so he dips back into coke when he decides it could become an issue.

Either way, he’s tried other stuff since, which means he’s sold other stuff since (stuff like Molly), widening his clientele significantly.

Getting different drugs from different guys (which is where Jules went wrong, he thinks) not only finds the best shit at the best price, but allows him to test more of it, because he’s a charming little cunt and gets that shit for free - barely has to dip into his client stash because his own is ever expanding with half-tabs and pre-rolls to keep his levels nice and high.

Probably why he gets so fucked up so—

“Curly!” He’s turning quicker than his body can keep up with and his brain twists and tightens in his skull until he finds his centre of gravity again. Jeff’s sat on the dining table and Curly doesn’t actually remember leaving the lounge but that’s alright. Jeff’s grinning and he looks so much more animated than Curly’s used to. “You’re here!”

“Mate, I’m always here. Can just never fuckin’ find you,” Curly corrects with surprising fluidity, pointing in Jeff’s direction as he approaches. His head feels heavy and his eyes are having a hard time picking a target but it’s fine. “I’m pissed,” he finally admits when he’s stood beside his friend, in a mumble now that he’s close enough to lower his voice.

“You sure are. Aren’t you meant to…”

And then there’s a massive blur where everyone must have left and the lights came on and anyone that was still there was passed out on the floor or elsewhere. He thinks he sees the bloke from earlier; the one with nearly-white hair and the nose ring and freckles. He has his hand in another boy’s top and his face in his neck but before Curly can take in the other face, they’re both gone and he’s got his cheek rested against his folded arms whilst Jeff and Dean talk around him in the dining room.

Curly can’t remember taking a seat or starting the sentence but now he’s saying “…and he had these freckles but he smiled and they nearly…” He catches himself, realises how drunk he sounds and tries to save it. “Like have y’ever seen a… Uh… Have you—“ He huffs. Where was he again? “A solar eclipse. It was like that- or a Lunar one.” Nobody replies. Jeff and Dean exchange a look, like they do. “Have you?”

Dean asks, “wanna head home, Curls?”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright mate.”

‘Home’ means Jeff and Dean’s apartment, because Dean’s driving and doesn’t fancy going out of his way. Well, that’s what they say. It could also have something to do with Curly yoshing up the side of his car right before he crawls into the back seat.

He mutters, “sorry sorry, I think I…” and, “it didn’t go on the car, mate.”

It absolutely did go on the car.

They make a unanimous decision (or they’re kind enough to let Curly believe it was his idea too) that if he goes back to the apartment where Oscar and Jules will surely be passed out, there’s about a 90% chance he’ll choke on his own sick (or something equally as daft) and die.

Jeff and Dean’s apartment sounds like a solid plan.

As Jeff drags spare sheets and pillows out of his room, Curly hears Dean in his own room, on the phone to somebody as he paces loudly. Jeff scoffs every so often, when his friend says things like, “well tell him to leave,” and, “we told you this would happen, J!”

Curls feels a little guilty when he hears, “you can’t man, we’ve got Curly here - there’s no room,” but he’s hardly in any state to offer his place and head home.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as serious as it sounds,” Jeff says as he spreads a bedsheet over the couch.

“Jus’ didn’t realise your couch was such a hot spot,” Curly mumbles with a smile, his words a little less slurred now he’s had some time to pull himself together.

“Trust me, the guy on that call’s been sleeping on Dean’s couch since Junior Year. He’ll manage for tonight.” Jeff’s laughing like he’s forgotten that Curly’s not in on the joke, but it makes him feel better anyway. “Now get in and sleep before I change my mind.”

“Yessir."

***

There’s a light directly above their table and it’s flickering and buzzing and drilling teeny, tiny holes into Curly’s skull. The sun’s reflecting off a car window outside and penetrating right through his eyeballs and into his brain, which he’s sure is bubbling and melting and leaking out of said skull holes.

“M’not tryna nag at you,” Dean says around a mouth full of pizza, "You don’t have to listen to a word I say.”

He hands Curly his crust again, who reaches across the booth to take it with a sullen smile and a nod. His hangover’s forbidden him from eating anything with any more flavour than plain dough and sprite. He doesn’t know how Dean’s able to stomach a 10” Hawaiian pizza, let alone how Jeff managed to drag himself to work this morning. But then, Dean hadn’t had a lot to drink last night, respecting the title of 'designated driver.’

It’s 2pm now though and it looks like he’s the only one still feeling rough.

“It’s just,” Dean’s chomping down on his food again, but he pauses this time to swallow it. “I know Jules; I know what he’s like; he makes it all look easy. He thinks everyone can handle what he can.”

“I know what I’m doing, mate.” He sets the second half of the crust down; goes back to sipping pop through his straw.

“Maybe.” The man shrugs opposite him. “Maybe you know what you’re doing right now, but I’m not convinced you know what you’re setting yourself up for.”

He thinks about this - sits on the thought for a moment because, well, he respects Dean’s opinion; knows the bloke’s got his head screwed on. He’s always been one to advise against daft decisions, to tell him “maybe don’t…” or “have you thought about…” or “how about instead of that…” It’s rare that he speaks his opinion so pointedly - that’s usually Jeff’s job.

“D’you think it’s becoming a problem?” He watches Dean carefully as he asks, because he doesn’t think it is but, with the way Dean’s talking, anyone would think he did. Curls cares though. Trusts his judgment. “For me, I mean.”

The man shrugs. “I think right now you’re getting carried away and putting yourself into situations you don’t have a lot of control over. Do you even remember most of last night?” Curls shakes his head. “If it’s not a problem now, I can see it becoming one, yeah.”

He nods, eyes drifting from his friend and over to the drinks menu, which he flicks absently as he pretends to take it in. He knows he can be too much sometimes; knows that he can get carried away; too excitable; too out of it to know otherwise. He knows that, at home, he and Brandon would be inseparable on nights like last night, and they’d reach a point where they’d either pass out together, go home together, or both call it quits before things got messy.

He doesn’t have a Brandon here.

“Curls.” Dean’s pushed his plate to one side at some point and is leaning on his elbows now, scratching his stubble as he says, “You know better than I do.”

Curly nods again. “Cheers mate. I’ll…” He shrugs. “I’ll be more careful, yeah?”

“You should come out with us sometime. Out out. It’s less intense - you’d like it.”

Jules had said before that the club Jeff and Dean frequent is full of posey kids that only wanna hear every rock and indie song that made it to the charts. He’d said, “the place makes me cringe; guys getting drunk off watered-down beer and girls cutting their skirts shorter and calling themselves punk. Last time I went, they played some weird Russian band — three songs in a row.”

“I know if it’d be my thing,” he says. “Can I try your milkshake?”

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years

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Us Against the World

Fandom: Star Wars (Childhood Best Friends AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You and Poe have been best friends since preschool. At that young age, Poe made a declaration, a promise. One that he intended on keeping. Based off of this post.

Age 4

You were nervous entering the preschool. When your mom said she’d be leaving you there for a couple of hours, you were scared. You didn’t want to be alone.

“Don’t wanna go,” you said with a whimper as you clung to your mom’s hand.

She knelt down, “Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna have so much fun! You’ll make friends and you’ll forget you’ve been gone for a while.” You still had a scared look on your face. Your mom sighed, “If you’re good, I’ll take you out for ice cream, okay?”

You smiled softly and nodded. She walked you into the classroom and was instantly greeted to a woman about the same age as your mom, “Hi there. I’m Mrs. Organa. And who might you be?”

“Y/N,” you said shyly.

The woman smiled, “Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you. Do you wanna go play with some toys?” You nodded and hugged your mom good-bye before heading towards the toy chest.

You spotted a big fire truck and grabbed for it, but so did another kid. You looked up to see a boy with tan skin, black curly hair, and brown eyes. He picked up the truck and look at you, “Do you wanna play with me?” As if feeling your apprehension, he smiled, “I’m Poe!”

“I’m Y/N,” you said shyly.

“Wanna play, Y/N?”

“Okay.”

After that, you and Poe could not be separated. You both always got upset when you weren’t in the same groups for play time. You always wanted to lay next to each other for nap time, and you two always shared your snacks.

One day in class, Mrs. Organa asked what everyone wanted to do when they grow up. Poe immediately stood up from his chair, “When I grow up, I’m gonna marry Y/N!” he said proudly. You blushed as all the kids laughed and made noises of disgust. Poe immediately got upset, “It’s not funny! Y/N is my best friend and I wanna be with her forever!”

Age 10

You and Poe sat in the principal’s office waiting for your parents to arrive. You and Poe held each other’s hands as Ms. Tanno looked at both of you disappointedly.

Your dad and Poe’d dad, Kes, walked in frantically, “Is everything okay?”

“What happened?”

“Is anyone hurt?”

Ms. Tanno held up her hand and they all silenced, “The only person who got hurt was Mrs. Organa’s son, Ben Solo.”

“What exactly happened?” Kes asked.

Ms. Tanno gestured to you, “Go ahead, you two.”

You sighed, “Ben was making fun of me. Saying I was ugly and that no one would like me.”

“Then I was defending her and told Ben to buzz off!”

“Then Ben called Poe stupid and knocked him down. Poe looked like he was about to cry and then...”

You looked at Poe’s who’s eyes fell down to his lap and were filled with hurt, “He said ‘What are you gonna do? Cry to your mommy? Oh wait, you don’t have one anymore.” Poe started sniffling and you tightened your hold on his hand.

“So I punched Ben in the face.”

Kes knelt down in front of both of you, “Y/N, I appreciate what you did for Poe, but violence isn’t the answer.”

You looked down in shame, “I know, but after Ben mentioned Aunt Shara, I just..I just couldn’t help it.”

Your dad looked to Ms. Tanno, “So what’s going to happen?”

“Well, since Y/N punched someone, I’ll have to suspend her.”

Poe’s head shot up, “No! Suspend me!”

Ms. Tanno shook her head, “But you didn’t punch Ben, Poe.”

“So? I-It’s my fault that Ben got punched! I interfered! I should get suspended, not Y/N!”

“I’m sorry, Poe. It’s not how that works.”

Poe frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, “Well if Y/N is suspended, then I’m not going to school until she’s back.”

“Poe, stop,” you tried reasoning with him.

He looked at you, “No. Best friends forever, remember? They can’t separate us no matter what.”

Age 16

Poe was anxious. He stood by your locker, waiting for you to get out of math class. He kept muttering to himself, “You can do this. She’s your best friend. You got this, Poe. You got this.” as soon as the bell rang, he tensed. It was now or never.

He stared at his shoes, his old beaten up Converse, waiting for your arrival. He tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. He’s known you for his whole life. He shouldn’t be afraid, he shouldn’t-”Whatcha starin’ at?”

His head slowly raised and his brown eyes met your Y/E/C eyes. He smiled, “Nothin’. So, uh, I have something to tell you.”

“What’s up?” you asked as you switched your math book for your English book. You closed your locker and looked at Poe expectantly.

Poe gave a deep breath, “I like you. A-A lot. L-Like more than a best friend kind of like.”

A smile formed on your face, “Really?”

“Well, uh, yeah. I mean, you’re smart, funny, beautiful, fun. What’s not to like?”

You blushed, “I like you too.”

“R-Really? Like how I like you like me?”

You laughed, “Yeah, Poe.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “Now let’s get to class, yeah?” you slipped your hand into his.

Poe looked down at your intertwined hands with a big smile on his face, “Yeah. Okay.”

Age 18

You had Poe had graduated high school. Despite it being a joyous occasion, both of you were saddened. Poe had be recruited to the Air Force. Within a week, he’ll be shipped off to training. So you two spent as much time as you could together.

He took you out on dates, he slept over your house, you two went on a day trip out of town, and Poe had gotten you a puppy.

“He’ll keep you company while I’m away. Right, Beebs?” the little corgi-shiba inu mix wagged its tail as Poe pet him, “Oh!” Poe pulled out the necklace he always wore: his mother’s ring hanging from a metal chain, “Keep this safe for me, yeah?”

You gave him a sad smile, “Okay,” you said sheepishly.

“I’ll think of you every single day. I’ll try to write as much as I can. But you have to promise me something, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“Don’t push everyone away. Don’t isolate yourself. This is your summer before you go to college. Don’t waste it crying over me.”

You began to sniffle, trying not to let the tears fall, “I’m gonna miss you so much,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby.” Poe kissed your cheek, “I know.” then he hugged you. He held onto you as long as you needed him to.

Age 21

You were typing away on your computer when you received a Skype call from Poe. You immediately answered it, “Poe?”

The grainy image of him appeared. He waved, “Hello, my love. Whatcha doin’?”

“Working on my novel.”

He nodded, “Ah yes. Our love story.”

“It’s not our love story! It’s Oscar and Angela’s love story!”

“Uh huh, which is based off of our love story, which technically means you’re writing about us. You even used our own descriptions for the characters!”

You looked at him surprised, “You actually read some of it?”

Poe scoffed, “Of course I did, baby! And you’re not subtle at all about the parallels between our story and theirs.”

You chuckled, “There are some differences...”

“Oh yeah, like how Oscar is taller and has more abs? You tryna tell me something, baby?”

You laughed, “No! You’re fine just the way you are.”

“Uh huh. Suuuure.” You both giggled, “Anyway, I got permission to visit next month.”

Your eyes lightened up, “Really?!”

Poe nodded, “Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see you, kiss you, hug you, fu-”

“POE!”

He giggled, “I’m kidding! Maybe...not really. Anyway, let’s see our lil fur baby!”

You called Beebs over to you and lifted him to your camera, “He’s doing well!”

Poe leaned closer to the screen, “He’s gotten fatter!”

“But he always whines when I don’t give him enough food! I feel bad!”

“You’re making our baby fat, Y/N!”

“Okay! I’m sorry! I’ll take him out more to work it off.”

“Yes. Sounds good.”

You sighed, “Well, I better get this chapter finished up. Talk to you later?”

“Of course. Bye, sweetheart. I love you bunches!”

“Bye, babe! I love you bunches more!”

Age 26

You and Poe socialized with your family. It was your dad’s birthday and your mom threw a barbeque for him. You stood next to Poe as you spoke with your neighbor and long-time friend, Rose. Meanwhile, Poe talked to long-time friend and Air Force pal, Finn, while his arm was around your waist.

It felt so good to have Poe back, even for a little bit. As time passed, you’d gotten used to his temporary stays. Despite that, you two had gotten an apartment together. Something that was your own. It was a big step for the both of you, but it was a long time coming. As was this.

“Everyone! May I have your attention please?” Poe called out.

You looked at Poe confusedly, “What’s going on?” Everyone circled around you as Poe pulled you closer to him.

“Y/N, when I was four years old, Mrs. Organa, our preschool teacher, asked us what we wanted to do when he grow up.”

“Oh my God.” you held your hands to your mouth, already knowing what was about to happen.

Poe chuckled, “Don’t get ahead of me here, sweetheart!” He cleared his throat, “My answer to that question was that I wanted to marry you. And this is me keeping my word.” He pulled out a ring and knelt down on one knee, “Y/N L/N, you’re my best friend, my soulmate. In front of our closest friends and family, I’m here declaring my never ending love for you. Will you do me the honors of becoming my wife?”

With teary eyes you nodded, “Yes!”

Poe took your left hand and slid the ring onto your finger. He then gave you a kissed and picked you up, spinning you around as everyone cheered.

Age 30

You were wringing your hands together as you paced back and forth in the hall. Rose, Phasma, Kaydel, Jess, and Rey watched you.

“Why are you nervous? You’re marrying the love of your life?” Rey asked.

“Oh, I’m not nervous about marrying Poe. Fuck yeah I wanna marry him! I just don’t wanna trip down the aisle or stutter my vows. You know how I am with speaking in public.”

Rose shrugged, “Don’t think of it as talking in front of a couple hundred people. Just think of it as talking to Poe. Making your promise to him and declaring your undying love and all that lovey dovey stuff,” Rose said. The other women agreeing with her.

Your dad approached you, “You ready?”

You sighed, “Yup. Let’s do this!”

Meanwhile...

“Oh God. What if I stutter? I don’t wanna sound stupid!” Poe whispered anxiously to Finn, his best man.

Finn shook his head, “Man, calm down. Whether you stutter or not, Y/N will still love you.”

The doors to the venue opened and in walked the flower girl, ring bearer, and bridesmaids. They all joined Poe and Finn at the end of the aisle. Then the wedding march began to play and everyone stood. Poe gave a deep breath and then turned towards you. He was floored.

You looked absolutely stunning in your wedding dress. You looked angelic even! You joined Poe at the end of the aisle. You chuckled as he wiped his eyes.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful.”

“Thank you and you look even more handsome.” you nodded to his formal Air Force uniform. You loved when he was in uniform.

Poe chuckled, “Thanks, babe. So, together forever?” he asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

You smiled at him, “Together forever.”

“Us against the world, baby.” he whispered as he faced the officiant.

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