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ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɴ ɢɪғғᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ . . .

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Here is what I imagine dating Wen Gifford from Lemonade Mouth would be like, in headcannon and imagine format because I simply couldn't help myself.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None! Just pure Disney fluff!

ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are They/Them/Theirs, Established Relationship with Pan

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Wen Gifford X Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.5K

ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ:

I feel like you went to school together for years, but you officially met each other through Sydney.

You were taking the same photography course at the college so you could get some extra credit, and Sydney was your partner for the semester’s projects.

Sydney would invite you over to the Gifford’s ranch to have a beautiful place to take pictures, and that is where you met Wen.

You knew of each other from being in school with each other, but you didn’t actually know each other, however, the moment he scared you while taking pictures your heart was sold.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The way that Wen and (Y/N) met was . . . unconventional, to say the least. Ever the artistic visionary that they were, (Y/N) was taking a photography class at the community college in hopes to build a portfolio for the university of their dreams. The professor of the class was a huge advocate for teamwork, and, on the very first day of class, paired everyone up for the semester. As luck would have it, (Y/N) was paired with a pretty woman in her late twenties just looking to improve her photography skills to catch the perfect candid moments of her boyfriend’s kid’s lives. Sydney was her name, and (Y/N) adored her. In a very short time, Sydney started to take the place of the “fun aunt” in (Y/N)’s life.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A lot of the projects in their class required them to be done outside of the classroom, and it just so happened that Sydney’s boyfriend lived on a beautiful ranch on the outskirts of town, perfect for any photography project. It was there that (Y/N) met the boy that they’d later know as the boy of their dreams, Wen Gifford.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) and Sydney’s project was to find natural framing. (Y/N) was crouching in a bush, thighs burning as they patiently sat with their camera poised and ready to snap the picture. They had spotted the prettiest horse lazily grazing through a field, and from their spot in the bush, a few trees would create the perfect natural frame around the horse. But the horse kept moving, walking further and further away from the shot that (Y/N) was desperately trying to get.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) started grumbling as the horse continued to wander off, away from their perfect shot. Their tongue poked out of their lips as they focused, holding the camera close to their eye as they tried to scooch over to capture even a half-decent picture of the horse framed by trees. Just a few more inches and they would have been golden, but they ended up toppling over in fear when someone unexpectedly called out to them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? What are you doing here?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) squealed and whipped around to find who had scared them. However, they lost their footing, and suddenly they were falling onto their butt and groaning in pain as their camera dropped onto the ground. They were much more worried about their camera than they were about themselves, and they scrambled onto their knees to snatch their camera and examine it for any damages. They let out a breath of relief and sat back on their heels, clutching the camera to their chest as they recovered from the scare.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎This earned a nervous chuckle from the person that called out to them, which brought (Y/N) back to the situation. Standing a few feet away was a classmate of theirs, Wen Gifford. (Y/N) and Wen had gone to the same schools since kindergarten, but they had never spoken more than a handful of words to one another. They didn’t know each other, not in the slightest, but (Y/N) knew exactly what Wen’s expression was asking. Why were they sitting in a bush, with a camera, at his house?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I can explain!” (Y/N) loudly blurted out, holding a hand out in front of them as if that would stop any type of anger that Wen had for discovering them on his property. Wen was lost for words, so he simply motioned for (Y/N) to continue and tell him what they were doing there. (Y/N) nervously licked their lips and started to stand up, anxiously brushing dirt off of their pants. “I’m taking that photography course with your sister, and -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“My sister?” Wen asked, his brows furrowing as his green eyes narrowed in their direction. (Y/N) suddenly felt very self-conscious and licked their lips again, their weight shuffling from side to side.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) became quiet, vaguely motioning behind them as if Sydney were standing there. “Uh, Sydney?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A disgusted look suddenly overtook Wen’s face and he immediately started shaking his head, “Sydney is not my sister.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s face dropped into a confused expression before they finally put it together. “Oh! Sydney’s your dad’s girlfriend, then, isn’t she?” Wen simply nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets and letting his mouth tighten into a scowl. (Y/N) realized that that was a touchy subject, so they tried to derail the conversation away from Sydney and Wen’s father. “Um, was that your horse? I was trying to get a picture of it, but they kept moving and then you startled me, so . . . “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen’s demeanor slowly brightened at the mention of his horse, a small smile covering his freckled face. He started to nod as he explained, “Yeah, he’s not really easy to photograph. My mom had the hardest time with him. But, uh, my little sister’s horse is much more photogenic, he’s in the barn right now if you wanted to see him?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Really?” (Y/N) asked, their face lighting up as they started to eagerly nod. “If you wouldn’t mind! I just have this one last picture to get and then Sydney and I are done with this project.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen chuckled and motioned for (Y/N) to start walking ahead of him down the path he came from, “Right this way.”

It was only a few weeks of knowing each other before he asked you out, and you obviously said yes.

It was just dinner and a movie, and you were both so nervous and awkward that it was nearly a complete disaster, but Wen still somehow found the courage to kiss you goodnight when he dropped you off at home.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) usually wasn’t the anxious type, but they were about to go on their first date with Wen and their nerves were through the roof. They stood in front of a full-length mirror in their bedroom, hands running over their jeans to dry their sweaty palms. They didn’t know why they were so nervous, they never were with Wen before. It had been a couple of weeks since they had formally met, and they had been inseparable since.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was odd, especially for (Y/N). They usually liked to keep to themselves, it was hard for them to make close friends as quickly as they had with Wen. They were still trying to get used to the idea that they were friends, and now they were going on a date. (Y/N)’s head was spinning.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Their phone suddenly vibrated in their pocket, and they quickly pulled it out to see that Wen had texted them. Their heart fluttered and a smile started to pull at their lips.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎⤷ ɪ’ᴍ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɴᴏᴡ, sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴅ?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He wanted to meet their dad! A new wave of anxiety washed over them as they bit their lips, thumbs hovering over their phone screen. Should he meet their dad? Would their dad scare him away? He never failed to do so before, even with their middle school dance dates. (Y/N) was too used to bringing someone home to meet their dad and then never hearing from that person again, so they were inclined to tell Wen to stay in the car, but they didn’t get the chance.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hey, kiddo, there’s someone here for you.” (Y/N)’s father poked his head into (Y/N)’s room, a smile on his face when he met his kid’s eyes. He knew that look all too well, and he knew exactly how nervous they were. They really liked the boy downstairs, but he decided to tease them to try to lighten the mood. “You look nice, (Y/N/N). You got a hot date with that boy at the door or something?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, dad!” (Y/N) groaned, covering their face with their hands and shaking their head. They’d never admit it, but the way their dad made fun of them truly did help. “Stop being weird. We’re just going to a movie.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Ooh, just a movie, huh?” (Y/N)’s dad pushed, belly laughing as his kid playfully shoved him out of their way so they could meet Wen at the door. “Is that a code for something? I don’t need to get grandpa’s shotgun out, do I?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, my god! I’m never telling you anything ever again,” (Y/N) said, chuckling as they stopped in the hallway near the front door to check over their appearance once more. They messed with their hair as they turned their face this way and that, looking for something else to perfect. Their dad placed his hands on their shoulders and planted a kiss on the top of their head as he passed them in the hallway.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You look great, very date-worthy.” (Y/N)’s dad affirmed, patting their shoulders before moving around them and heading for the foyer, where Wen stood with his hands awkwardly tucked into his pockets and his body rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Before (Y/N) could greet him, however, their dad beat them to it. “So, Wren, was it?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen started to stutter, a hand starting to motion oddly as he corrected (Y/N)’s father. “Uh, it’s Wen, actually. Short for Wendell.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s dad crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, “So, Wendell. What are the plans for tonight?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) slowly stepped up behind their father, biting their lips as they watched their father interrogate their date. Wen briefly met their eyes, a smile starting to pull at his lips. (Y/N) blushed and their eyes dropped to the floor as he answered their dad’s question.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Just dinner and a movie, sir,” Wen said, his face growing warm with anxiety under (Y/N)’s father’s stare.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s it? Just dinner and a movie?” (Y/N)’s father asked, his tone changing to sound deeper and more intimidating. (Y/N) knew what would happen if they let this interaction continue, so they stepped in and pushed their father away from Wen with a quiet sigh.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hey, Wen.” (Y/N) greeted, offering a shy smile as they moved to stand next to him. “Are you ready to go?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen was quiet, his eyes unable to leave (Y/N). They looked so pretty it was hard for him to think about anything else. (Y/N)’s father had disappeared from the foyer, leaving the two fiddly teens to themselves as they prepared to leave. (Y/N) found themselves fidgeting under Wen’s stare, a timid smile starting to overtake their features.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Wen?” (Y/N) asked, giggling as they waved a hand in front of his face. The Gifford boy rapidly blinked, acting as if he had just been brought back from a daydream, and cleared his throat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah, sorry.” He said, shaking his head and chuckling to himself as he motioned to the door with his hand, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen moved to open the door for (Y/N), his face gradually growing as red as his hair as he did so. (Y/N) bit the inside of their cheek, trying to cover their nerves by calling out to their father that they were leaving.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s father responded from the living room, “Curfew is nine o’clock. Not one minute later, Wren. And keep your hands to yourself!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) groaned and started pushing Wen out the door, mumbling apologies the whole way to his car. “I am so, so sorry about him. He loves to embarrass me, just like any normal dad, I guess. He’s just annoying.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I don’t think he likes me very much,” said Wen as he opened the passenger side door of his car for (Y/N). (Y/N) laughed, smiling up at the Gifford boy as they shook their head.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have backed off when I showed up.” (Y/N) assured, gently placing a hand on Wen’s arm as they stepped around him to get in the car, sheepishly thanking him as they sat in the car. “Thank you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen smiled as a form of saying “you’re welcome” as he shut the door and started to jog around the front of the car, his shoulders shimmying ever so slightly as if he were doing a celebratory dance. (Y/N) knew then that their heart belonged to that goofball.

Not too soon after, Lemonade Mouth was formed, and you became their biggest fan (Charlie called you the Original Groupie once the band made it big).

You were so nervous to meet his bandmates, but he kept reassuring you that you had nothing to worry about.

Wen was right, everyone in the band immediately loved you.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had never been to the basement of the high school before. They simply didn’t get in trouble, and they were never a fan of clubs at school. They liked clubs that met in church basements or at a coffee shop, there were so many different kinds of people that went to those groups. However, it wasn’t the fact that Wen was taking them to the basement that made (Y/N) nervous, it was the fact that they were on their way to meet his bandmates.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had met a few of them before. Their cousin had been on the soccer team with Tommy Delgado, the drummer’s older brother, and the bassist was in one of (Y/N)’s study groups from their freshman year. So, sure, they had met a couple of them, but they didn’t know any of them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Wen, what if they don’t like me?” (Y/N) asked, their mouth twisting into a frown as they stepped into the elevator with their boyfriend. The doors slid shut and Wen pressed the button for the basement, chuckling as if to dismiss (Y/N)’s worries. (Y/N) whined, “I’m serious, Wen! I really want your friends to like me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“They’ll love you.” Wen simply said, smirking as he wrapped an arm around their shoulders. (Y/N) peered up at him from under his arm, their frown loosening only slightly when he winked at them. “I promise.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened, revealing a short hallway that opened up to a large landing. There were desks stacked against one wall, a staircase directly in front of the elevator, and students laughing and joking as they lounged around the landing. It was completely different than anything (Y/N) had imagined. They imagined a dark and dingy basement where people briefly gathered so they could make sure they had their whole group before moving aboveground, but everyone seemed content and at ease as they conversed and laughed with each other.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen started to direct (Y/N) down the hallway to their right, his hand slipping into theirs as he pointed out the different clubs along the way. “The Robotics Club is in there, and we’ve got the pretentious Shakespeare Club is next door.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Pretentious?” (Y/N) laughed, looking up at Wen with a grin, “How are they pretentious?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen jokingly sighed and led (Y/N) down the stairs at the end of the hall, “They perform Shakespeare every day, how are they not pretentious?” (Y/N) giggled and shook their head as they continued down the stairs, where a lone boy sat in front of a chess table under a sign that read ‘Chess Club’. Wen lowered his voice to whisper in (Y/N)’s ear, “He hasn’t found a partner in months, but he still plays every single day.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The couple continued down the stairs, (Y/N) peering into another classroom to see a large ballet studio. They had no idea that there were this many levels to the basement, let alone this many clubs that occupied them. And they weren’t even near Miss Reznick’s classroom yet. Wen started to make small talk as he directed (Y/N) to the music room, pointing to more clubs as they passed them. Mathletes, Art Club, the School Newspaper, the AV Club, and then, finally, Miss Reznick’s classroom at the end of the hall, where Lemonade Mouth met to practice.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) didn’t know why they were intimidated, but the closer they got to Miss Reznick’s classroom, the worse their nerves became. What if Wen’s friends didn’t like them? What if they were mean to them? (Y/N) slowed down as they neared the classroom at the end of the hall, tightening their grip on Wen’s hand to earn his attention. The Gifford boy furrowed his light brows and met (Y/N)’s eyes, silently asking why they stopped. When he saw the wide eyes and fearful look on their face, he knew what was happening.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen sighed and stepped closer to (Y/N), gently cupping their face in his hands, “Oh, c’mon, you’re gonna be fine. I promise they’re gonna love you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) felt better, but still wasn’t 100% convinced, so Wen just sighed and placed a soft kiss on their forehead before dropping his hands to theirs and pulling them along. They weren’t going to see that he was right if they didn’t just do it, so he was going to make them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) started to audibly protest, but the moment Wen forced the door open they clamped their mouth shut and froze in the doorway, their eyes widening as they overlooked everyone in the room. Wen continued to pull them into the classroom, chuckling along with his friends at (Y/N)’s reluctance. They all sat patiently as they waited for Wen to introduce you, their eyes warm and welcoming as they watched the couple.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Everyone, this is my partner (Y/N),” Wen said, forcing (Y/N) to stand in front of him and wrapping his arms around their shoulders to keep them there. (Y/N) could feel a quiet laugh reverberate through his chest as he pointed to his bandmates. He pointed to a girl with short spiky hair and a single feather earring, then a pretty blonde girl with her hair tied over her shoulder in a neat braid, before motioning to the last boy and girl, both with dark hair and eyes. (Y/N) knew them, but Wen still introduced them anyway, “(Y/N), this is Stella, guitarist, Olivia, lead singer, Charlie, drummer, and Mo, bassist.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen’s bandmates smiled and waved at (Y/N), quietly greeting them as they became comfortable around them. (Y/N) felt themselves relaxing into Wen’s chest, a small smile covering their face as they returned the greetings.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Uh, hey, everyone.” (Y/N) said, smiling wider when their boyfriend tightened his arms around them as if to turn the embrace into an encouraging hug.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The girl with the feather earring, Stella, hopped off of the desk at the front of the classroom, a grin on her face as she loudly greeted (Y/N). “We’ve heard so much about you, but I gotta ask. How did a dork like him snag someone like you?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) laughed, looking up at Wen as they started to fall into a comfortable conversation with his bandmates. His heart swelled with pride as they brought (Y/N) into the group with such ease, almost like they’d been there since the beginning. Though they’d never admit it, Wen was right. They had nothing to worry about.

Of the four bandmates, you became super close with Stella and Charlie, and they quickly became your best friends. They’re always the ones to call you out for any “groupie” behavior, but they secretly love that you’re so supportive of Wen and the band.

ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs:

Everything was going great while Lemonade Mouth was on the underground, but after the Halloween Bash, things started to go slightly downhill because Ray was obviously intimidated by Lemonade Mouth, and he sought out any opportunity he could find to drive a wedge between you and Wen to throw him off his game.

He even went as far as to offer his jersey to you for the first soccer game, which he made sure the interaction was as close to Wen as possible.

You could see Wen intently listening, so you made sure to reject Ray as publicly and loudly as possible, so everyone could see and hear it.

You walked away from Ray with so much sass and immediately made your way to Wen, pulling him into a big kiss to show everyone that you were taken and your mind wasn’t changing any time soon.

That was the moment he knew he loved you.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) wasn’t normally a confrontational person, but the day that Ray Beech, the overly confident frontman of Mudslide Crush, the school’s most popular band and fan-favorite for Rising Star, sauntered up to them in the hallway at school with his soccer jersey in his hands, their philosophy on confrontation changed. Ray had skipped all formalities, completely dismissing the fact that they had never spoken before that day, and leaped into an overzealous bid to get you to wear his soccer jersey to the first soccer game of the season.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, how ‘bout it? Will you wear my jersey?” Ray asked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. (Y/N) slowly shut their locker, holding their books tightly against their chest as they met Ray’s glance. He held his blue jersey out for them to take, but they simply dismissed it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) tried to be nice at first, “I’m not a real big soccer fan.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, c’mon, who doesn’t like soccer?” Ray tried to persuade them, attempting to shove his jersey into their hands. (Y/N) took a step back, putting some distance between them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Ray, I’m flattered, but no, thank you.” (Y/N) declined again, shaking their head as they tried to continue to move away from Ray.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Do you know how many people would give anything to be asked to wear my jersey?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) heard a faint snort of amusement behind Ray, and their eyes darted across the hall to see Wen standing at his own locker, doing nothing but listening to the exchange. A group of students had also started to surround the two of you, eager to see what the partner of one of Lemonade Mouth’s members would do in the face of Mudslide Crush’s frontman asking them to wear his soccer jersey. Many of the spectators were whispering to one another, placing bets on what (Y/N) was going to do.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) cleared their throat, preparing to speak loud enough for everyone around them to hear their next words, “That’s great, Ray, really. I’m just not one of them. So, you can ask any of these people here to wear your jersey, because I never will.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎There was a chorus of ‘Oooh’s’ and ‘Wow’s’ echoing through the crowd around them as (Y/N) pushed their way towards their boyfriend. Wen hadn’t noticed that they were making their way to him until his face was grabbed and his partner was smothering his lips with theirs, publicly showing everyone that Wen was the only one they wanted.

You really help him come to terms with the fact that his dad loves Sydney, even if you liked to placate into his claim that his father was going through a midlife crisis just to get him to shut up.

When Rising Star rolls around and the band is all in shambles, you’re one of the very first people in the crowd to stand up and sing. The Original Groupie is at it again lol

You’re obviously Wen’s date to his father’s wedding, possibly even one of Sydney’s Honor Attendants, and the band is sure to make fun of you two, jokingly planning out your wedding and how it would differ from Mr. Gifford’s and Sydney’s.

What they don’t know is that you and Wen are both secretly planning it in your heads as they joke that the cake would be red velvet flavor purely because Wen has red hair.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs:

I think this relationship would either be your first, or one of your first, relationships, so a lot of it is kind of like a guessing game.

What’s okay, what’s not, what you’re comfortable with, what you’re not comfortable with, how to be a couple in private as well as in public.

It’s a lot of awkwardly adorable figuring things out, but, honestly, I think Wen would just want to do all he could to make you feel loved and accepted

Now, as far as PDA goes, I don’t think Wen would be comfortable being one of those couples that spends their days leaned against the lockers swapping DNA, but he wouldn’t stay six feet away from you as if you didn’t exist because he was just awkward.

Hand holding, an arm around your waist, an arm over your shoulders, feathery kisses to your forehead or cheek, just small little things to show people that you were his.

Honestly, you guys don’t fight often, but when you do, it’s over stupid little things like the fact that his dad isn’t going through a midlife crisis or whether or not it was selfish that he wanted the band to be named Wen.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Your dad’s not going through a midlife crisis, Wendell.” (Y/N) laughed, shaking their head as they looked up at him from across the table. The couple had settled at (Y/N)’s house to study for a math test, but, somehow, the conversation had wandered from polynomials to Mr. Gifford and his young girlfriend. (Y/N)’s stance on the matter had been clear since the day they met Mr. Gifford, but Wen was still trying to convince them otherwise. (Y/N) found it amusing rather than annoying by this point.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen groaned, running a hand through his bright red hair as he tossed his pencil onto the table. “Dating a twenty-eight-year-old is a midlife crisis, (Y/N).”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Wen, I know your dad. If John was going through a midlife crisis, he’d have traded in his boring truck for a fancy red sports car. He wouldn’t have started dating a twenty-eight-year-old.” (Y/N) said, sounding very sure of themselves as they took a sip of water.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Wen was quiet for a moment, his words full of venom as he spit out, “He’s marrying her.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) knew how touchy of a subject that was for Wen. He missed his mom so much, even if he didn’t talk about her often. The idea of Sydney replacing her in his life was not something he was going to take lightly. (Y/N) saw the conversation taking a dark turn if they didn’t change the subject, so they decided to try to lighten the mood. “Did you really think they’d name the band Wen or was that just a pipe dream?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Listen, Lemonade Mouth, it’s indie, cool, whatever. But, Wen would have been legendary.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Sure it would have, babe.”

It’s just so pure and sweet and ugh I love Wen so freaking much

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✧─── ･｡ﾟ✧: *.✧ .* :✧. ───✧

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Bestie, Wen is my precious piano boy, I love him more than words can say. Thank you so so much for this request!