Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

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/prom

Tags: [MM4A][Strangers to Lovers][Goth Delinquent Speaker][Popular Boy Speaker][Humble Listener][Fake Relationship][Or Is It?][Spicy][Kisses][Prom][Dancing][VERY Possessive][VERY Protective][Betrayal][Insecure?][Hurt][Heartbreak][CW: Betrayal]

Usage: You may tweak or record this script. Gender flipping is OK! Please credit me if you use this script in any of your projects. If you would like to use this script for a paywalled recording, please note:

Monetization: All forms of monetization are OK with me! Youtube, Patreon, etc. I would appreciate being able to listen to the recording, if possible. Let me know if you have any questions. Thank you!

All unmarked text is Lucas

[A] = Angel, surprisingly chill???

Note: Do not mess with Big Stevie. Big Stevie will fucking kill you. (If you get this reference, you're a real one)

[Scene opens in front of your home]

[SFX: A limo rolling up]

[As you wait outside, all dolled up, a limo rolls up and Lucas hops out]

“Prom time! A fine evening to… you, my…”

[He gawps at you for a moment]

“Wow… You’re… stunning.”

[Pause]

[His cocky grin returns]

“Hell yeah, I look handsome! Clean up real nice, don’t I? Heh. I think I look extra Goth next to you. Like a vampire coming home to devour a sweet little treat.”

[SFX: The limo door being opened]

[Lucas opens the door for you with a bow]

“May I escort my beautiful Dork to prom in this bitchin’ limousine?”

[Pause]

[He grins at you and helps you inside]

[SFX: Some light, romantic music]

“Mmh… Look at you, look at you… I was drooling watching you try all this stuff on at the mall, but godamn… I’m almost tempted to bribe the driver to ignore any hanky panky, buuuut Big Stevie has informed me many times before that he will ‘fold me like a metal chair at a wrestling event’ if I ever dare stain the upholstery. Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

[The improbably large man behind the wheel shoots him a look. It’s enough that you’re convinced he could make good on his word]

[Pause]

[Stevie smiles a little at your thanks]

“Aww! They smile and thank you once and you’re smiling, Stevie?”

[Pause]

“OK, OK, I know I’m an insufferable dick, granted. To the prom, good sir!”

[Stevie rolls his eyes but dutifully heads towards your school while Lucas pulls you close]

“Mmh… You really do look gorgeous. Oh, and look at how cute you are squirming and bouncing in excitement. Hmhm. I’ve never cared about any kind of school function, but… you make it hard not to care.”

[He gives you a sort of sarcastic smirk]

“You’re ruining my whole ‘moody goth’ aesthetic, you know. Which is really, really rude.”

[Pause]

[His eyes light up]

“Ooh, I do, in fact, take kisses as a tribute to keep me from being a moody brat. Come here…”

[He kisses you with a happy sigh, shivering as you wrap your arms around him]

“Mmh… Oh, my sweet little Dork… Oh, calm down with the death glare, Stevie! The hands aren’t straying below the neckline!”

[SFX: The limo continuing on its merry way]

[Eventually, you two roll up to prom]

[SFX: The limo parking and you both getting out]

“Ah, here we are! Prom! Stomping grounds for the pretentious and the hopeful, where dreams come true or die in the bathroom! A momentous occasion, truly. Heh, look at how everyone is staring at us. Eyeing you up…”

[His smile twists into a scowl]

“...OK, they can stop staring at you, now.”

[Pause]

“Mmh, fine. No starting fistfights at prom. Just for my sweet little Dork. C’mon, let’s head inside.”

[He escorts you inside the gymnasium with his usual chaotic energy]

[SFX: Prom-appropriate music and chatter]

“Wow… That is something.”

[Pause?]

“What do I mean? Oh, just how absolutely garbage everyone looks compared to you, is all. Oof, look at Cindy in her fifty-dollar dress! She is staring daggers and I am absolutely fucking here for it. Why do the popular girls always have to be psychos, you know? C’mon, what do you want to do first?”

[Pause!]

“Pictures? Heh, that makes sense. After all, we want to look pristine in them and I plan on having you absolutely breathless out on that dance floor.”

[You two go and pose for pictures. You don’t think the cameraman appreciates Lucas’s attempts at being as obnoxious as possible]

[SFX: Judgmental camera noises]

“Nice! Memories to last forever… Or, as long as we do, I guess… A-Ahem. C’mon, let’s get out there and dance.”

[...]

“Ah ah, Dork. You don’t get to be all shy after I learned to dance for you.”

[He takes your hand and leads you out to the dance floor, smile warm]

“There we are… One hand on my arm, one on my waist. There you go… I’m here, cutie. I’m all yours…”

[Pause]

[He leads you into a dance, eyes sparkling]

“You’re perfect, Dork. You know that…?”

[<3]

“...I’m so thankful we met. And, I hope, you’ll stick with me for a good, long time, yeah?”

[<3]

“Dork… I… I love-”.

[Everything is beautiful. Wonderful. And then…]

[SFX: An alarm blaring and the sprinklers going off. General chaos]

[...]

“No! No, it wasn’t meant to…! It should have been disarmed! I KNOW I disarmed it!”

[Lucas appears to be in a panic, chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes nervously dart around. Until, at last, they fall on you]

[...]

“N-No, I… I set it up before we met, I swear… Please… Please don’t… D-Don’t look at me like that. P-Please…?”

[...]

[You’re not sure how you’re ‘looking at him’ but you know you’re hurt]

“N-No, please… I-I swear. I disassembled it! I swear I did! I know this night meant everything to you, and I wanted it to be perfect, I… I did… I…”

[...]

[He deflates, staring at you in abject terror]

“P-Please… Please don’t leave… Please, I… I think… I-I think I love…?”

[Pause?]

[He goes ghost-white]

“Would… I still have done it if you hadn’t loved me unconditionally…?”

[...]

[His silence says everything]

[SFX: Wet footsteps hurrying up to you]

[You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Angel, looking concerned]

[A] “C’mon… You’re getting soaked and it’s cold as balls outside. Lucas, you should-”.

[You both jump as Lucas explodes at Angel]

“Get your FUCKING hands off of them, Angel! You set me up! You fucking set me up, didn’t you?! I worked so fucking hard to fix my mistakes, and you just sweep in and fucking RUIN everything!”

[Pause!]

[You lose it. You get in his face, absolutely ballistic]

“N-No… No, Sugarcakes, please-!”

[Pause]

[Angel guides you behind him, voice gentle]

[A] “Lucas, you know that I could barely pass math and that I have an injured leg from football. How would I have been able to do anything?”

[...]

[Lucas just stares at the two of you, frozen]

[A] “...C’mon. You’re shaking, and… and I think you’re close to a panic attack, Dork. Lucas… you probably should run. Cops are, no doubt, being called.”

[Lucas remains frozen, staring at nothing]

[A] “...C’mon.”

[SFX: Wet footsteps among muted chaos]

[A] “It’s going to be OK… Let’s get you dry and home. And, um… if you want to talk, I’ll listen. I’m not good with this stuff and, erm, creepy as this sounds, I swear this isn’t me trying to swoop in and steal you. I just… I figured something like this would happen and that… you’d need a friend when it did.”

[He tenses as you start to cry and sort of awkwardly pats your shoulder]

[A] “It’s gonna be OK. I promise. C’mon, let’s get you into some dry clothes and somewhere you feel safe.”

[Angel leads you out. You take one last look at Lucas and he’s still just stood there, staring after you in bleak, crushed silence]

[To be continued]