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Context: You're on your first date with a cute boy. He seems to be running late and you were starting to worry you've been stood up, but, don't worry! Your...boyfriend(?) arrived to take you on a truly magical first date. So magical, in fact, that you had a boyfriend by the end of that date. How will he treat you now that you've won his cold, dead little heart? Well, like you're the ONLY one in his dead little heart, it seems. But is it too good to be true?

Setting: Your home/Tiffany's Skating Rink

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to Lovers][Goth Delinquent Speaker][Humble Listener][Fake Relationship][Or Is It?][Spicy][Kisses][Skating][Dancing][VERY Possessive][VERY Protective][Reverse Comfort][Insecure?][Wholesome?][CW: Implied Trauma]

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[Scene opens at home]

[SFX: Some studying music (if possible) and some pebbles hitting your window]

[A few pebbles hit your window and you peer outside, seeing a grinning Lucas a story down]

“Baaaabbbydolll! I got a surprise for you!”

[Pause???]

“I know it’s 11 PM but c’mon! Adventure awaits!”

[...]

“Oh, don’t worry about sneaking out. C’mon, jump. I’ll catch you.”

[Pause?!]

“Hey.”

[He shoots you that devious, sexy smirk and holds his arms open]

“Baby… C’mon. Lucas has you.”

[SFX: The Listener jumping and Lucas catching them]

“Hup! Hehe, there’s my pretty kitty… C’mon, we’re going to the skating rink.”

[Pause???]

“Yes, Tiffany’s! It’s ours for the night…”

[Pause?]

[He laughs and takes your hand, tucking it into his pocket]

“No, I didn’t rent it out. You know the owner? The sweet old guy that bought it for his grandkids? Yeah, super racist. Blackmailed him with some emails and now I can hang out, enjoy shitty skating rink food and drinks, and so on, whenever I damn well please.”

[...]

[SFX: Doors opening and low music]

“Here we are! Ah, good. He put on the romantic lighting instead of the seizure lighting. C’mon, what’s your skate size?”

[Pause!]

[He looks at you as he tugs some skates on]

“Can’t skate? That’s OK, sugarcakes! C’mere.”

[He takes your hand and you’re pulled onto the rink, clinging desperately to your boyfriend]

“You’re OK! You’re totally fine!”

[Pause!!]

[He holds you up easily as the lights dance around you and the outdated music plays]

“Easy, Dork… I have you.”

[Pause!]

[He laughs]

“Stop worrying about fucking up! Life is all about fucking up and you’re making it look real damned good! Here, focus on me, OK? We’ll play twenty questions. You first.”

[Pause?]

[He laughs again]

“Favorite color, huh? Mmh, spicy… It’s lilac. Like the purple, yeah. OK, your turn! What are your parents like?”

[Pause]

“Hmm… Nice people, huh? Yeah… I guess that makes sense. Golden hearts like yours either come from reasonable parents or from a lot of trauma. Glad it’s the former. Burning down everyone who’s ever fucked with your life sounds fun, but also like a lot of work. Don’t get me wrong, babydoll, I love ya, but I’m also lazy as sin, hehe.”

[Pause?]

“My… parents?”

[His smile fades and he looks away]

“They, um… Certainly exist. They hate each other. They hate me more because I was born, but they love my little sister who can do no wrong. I guess it’s kind of stereotypical to go “delinquent goth comes from a broken home of rich assholes” but I guess some stereotypes exist for a reason.”

[Pause]

“...It doesn’t matter. I don’t need them to make my fortune. I’m going to make it big, I’m going to become richer than they ever were, I’m going to have a fuckoff big house, butlers who will be allowed to break plates whenever, and someone that ACTUALLY loves me at my side… Or a particularly pretty face after my money, hehe. Tends to be how it goes, right? What do you think, sugarcakes? Want to be a trophy whatever?”

[Pause]

[His smile fades as you speak and rest your forehead on his chest]

“...You’d just want me to be happy?”

[You nod]

“Look at me.”

[Pause?]

“Just fucking look at me, right now.”

[You do and he kisses you, holding you up as you nearly swoon in his arms]

“Mmh… ah… A-Ahem. Geeze, Dork, don’t get winded, heh…”

[Pause?]

“What was that for? I felt like it, alright? No need for questions.”

[Pause…]

“Yeah, yeah, we’re playing twenty questions. I’ve decided we’re stopping that. Here, check this out.”

[SFX: Roller skates]

“Check it! I’ve officially learned the tango!”

[He demonstrates and you’re actually taken aback]

“See? Told you I’d learn how to dance! Now you’ll really be the proverbial Belle of the Ball!”

[Pause]

[He stops so short, almost tripping]

“Hey, hey, whoa! Hey… Babydoll, honey bunny, c’mere… Why are you crying? Shh, no… Cmon, I got these pecs just for you to cry into. Mhm, I’ll try not to flex while I hug you. No guarantees, though.”

[Pause]

“Talk to me… I’m shit at it but I promise I’ll try and focus.”

[Pause]

“You were… dreading prom because you didn’t have a date or the money for anything, but you still really wanted to go? Heh… Guess you got lucky to have a rich playboy ask you then, yeah? Someone to swoop in and spoil you rotten, yeah. Mmhm, I bet you love me fussing over you, hmmm?”

[Pause]

[Again, he goes quiet as you hug him]

“W-Wait, you’re just glad to be going with me? Seriously? You don’t want to secretly go with Angel? Me? Fucking why, what the fuck?!”

[Pause]

“...I, uh… Huh. I wasn’t expecting to fall in-”.

[Pause?]

“I-In… in this… skating rink! Oh no!”

[He very deliberately trips himself and falls over]

“Owww, ouchies, my devilishly handsome face! Oh no!”

[...]

“Pfft, I did not do that on purpose! Look, I need to get going, OK? I, uh, got shit that I need to do.”

[Pause?]

[He stands, looking toward the door]

“No, I… I’m having fun, I just need to take care of some things. It sounds like, you know, prom is really important to you, and I want to make sure it’s perfect. OK?”

[...]

“Hey, look at me.”

[He takes your hands in his with that same smirk]

“I really do like all the time we spend together… I do. I… like what we have going. That’s why I need to go, right now. OK?”

[...]

“Do you trust me, babydoll? You did jump a single story right into my arms.”

[Pause]

“Sweetie, c’mon… If I didn’t want to stick around, don’t you think I’m the type that would’ve bailed after the first date?”

[Pause]

[He blinks as you hug him]

“You don’t… think I’m that type…?”

[Pause]

“... Fuck. Fuck, I-I… I gotta go, baby! Help yourself to whatever, love you!”

[He quickly skates off, pausing for a moment as if he’s just realized what he said. As soon as he pauses, he doubles his speed and skates off into the night]

[To be continued]