Happy Homecoming

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hayley will finally get the Homecoming she has wanted for a long time.

Submitted: September 18, 2014

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Submitted: September 18, 2014



"Hey Hayley!" Jenna ran up to me with a grin on her face. "Guess what?"

I shut my locker door and turn towards her. "What's up girl?"

"I just got asked to Homecoming by Ian! Oh my gosh I have to tell you what he did!" She exclaims.

I hear her blab on and on about Ian's surprise. Her voice disappears from my ears as I tune out into my own little world. 

"Hayley?" She asks.

"Oh," I blink a few times, "Yeah. Sounds awesome! I'm so happy for you!" I give her a weak smile, which was enough to please her. 

"I know right?" 

"Yeah... but hey! I have to catch the bus so I'll see you later!" I say.

"Okay! Text me later!" 

I rush off and out the double doors of my disgusting high school. Everyone was getting homecoming proposals. It's a bit cliche.

I board the bus. The bus driver greets me and I take my seat towards the back. I throw my backpack into the small seat and plop down. My eyes fix out the window. Homecoming huh?

"Hey."  I feel a punch on my shoulder. 

"Watch it Dylan!" I reply, turning my feet and kicking his backpack. 

"What?" He smiles at me and takes his seat behind mine.

"So what's up?" I ask.

"Nothing much... you?" 

"Same..." I did not want the conversation to end like this. "So... we're juniors now.."

"Yeah. Can't believe it." He replies. He begins to open his backpack and take out his earphones along with his tablet to listen to music. 

"And that means that Homecoming is coming up right?" I hesitate. "Are you going to ask Alex to Homecoming?"

"Nah." His one word responses anger me so much.

"You've liked her for the past two years. And you failed epically both times to ask her. Now's you chance. She's single and has no boyfriend like last year!" I insist.

"I don't think I'm going this year. It's boring anyway." He places one earphone into an ear.

"I'm not helping you like last year. I've tried but now you're on your own."

"Okay." He takes the other earphone and puts it in the other.

Silence fills the atmosphere I tried so hard to keep.

I liked Dylan for a while. He and I have known each other for quite some time, but we never really became good friends till Freshmen year. I held my feelings in for 2 years until I eventually gave up. Or at least I hoped I did. A part of me sometimes wishes I was Alex. The girl he thinks about all of the time. She's gorgeous, though way out of his league. But she's the type of girl guys look at and think that she's perfect. And she is. In every way. 

Over the past few homecomings and winter formals, I wanted to make him happy so I pestered him to ask Alex, and when he finally did, she was already asked. At the time, I felt that if he was happy then I would be, but there's this pain in my heart that makes me upset every time I mentioned it.

The silence continued until his stop came. He got up and picked up his bag and was walking off. 

"Bye Dylan." I call to him. 

My good-bye is answered with a wave as he walks off. He didn't look back.

After a few more minutes of waiting, my stop comes. I hop off and run into the house and shut the door. I look at the ground and slowly slid down the door. Tears fall from my eyes. The memories and feelings I suppressed for so long began to resurface. Every time I see his face. And his smile. And his eyes. His everything. And hear his voice. I can't help it.

I wipe my tears away from the back of my hand. I begin to climb the staircase and reach my room. I walk in and shut the door. Throwing my bag off to the side, I fling myself onto my bed, my head in the pillow. 

I hear my phone vibrate. Jenna's texting me. Constantly. Doesn't she know that some of us don't get dates and aren't as pretty as she is? 

I rest on my back, looking at the revolving fan blow the cold air onto my face. The noise it makes sounds soothing to me as I drift off to sleep.


The next day I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. 5:30. 

I roll out of bed and onto the floor. It helps wake me up. 

Homecoming is in a few days. I won't get asked now. It's too late. I don't even want to go anymore. 

Instead of going to school, I ask my Mom if I can stay home, claiming I felt sick. She agrees and I go back to bed.

I stay home for the next two days. I am so upset. I am pretty sure I didn't like Dylan; it is probably low self-esteem.

And then Saturday rolls around and I am not planning on going at all. I didn't even buy a ticket. The dance starts at 7:30. I am home alone while my family was out. I was watching TV. when I heard a soft knock on my door. 

"I'm coming." I make my way over and open it. A rose is sitting on the porch. And candles line the edges of the stairs I took a step outside and followed the candles down the edge of my sidewalk. Once there, I saw something amazing.

A bunch of roses, pink and white ones, lit up with lights on my lawn. 

"Surprised?" I turn around and see the silhouette of a boy come out from the darkness of a nearby tree.


He laughs. "Yeah." Dylan walks next to me. He is dressed in a suit, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"What's all this?" I exclaim.

"Something that's for you." He smiles and scratches his head. "I've been meaning to do it for a while now I guess."


"I know I'm not the most romantic person in the world, and this is sort of short notice, but I wanted to do it." He catches his breath and continues, "We've known each other for a while and um I just wanted to tell you that you have made these last few years amazing. Holding conversations on the bus and texting about Alex. I just wanted you to know that I don't think I like her anymore."

"You don't have to force yourself! And what are you saying? You never liked her?" 

"No I did. But it never picked up off the ground. And I felt she was so important to me but I found someone who was even more important. And I gave up." He looks over at the lights. "Someone who was there to support me every step of the way. And I could rely on her and she would encourage me. But you know, some of the time when I got this encouragement, I didn't want to do it; it was because I came to the realization that I didn't like Alex anymore." He looks to me. "I like you."

I look at him. It came as a shock to me. This was everything I wanted right here and now. I just couldn't believe he was saying it to me in person.

"What?" He blushes.

"This isn't like you Dylan." I laugh. "But it's sweet."

"So... do you want to go to Homecoming with me?" He asks.

"I don't have a ticket." I turn away.

"I took care of that!" He says as he holds a ticket in my face.

I smile. "Well you've just got this all figured out."

He takes his hand and holds it out. I take it and he pulls me in. 

"It's a bit late to go and I'm not ready yet!" I say.

"That's okay. I thought that maybe we could have our own little homecoming here!" Music fills the background. It's like magic in the air as we dance with the fireflies under the moonlight.

"Am I going to fast?" Dylan asks.

"No! You're actually good at dancing!"

"No... I mean about my proposal..." 

I smile. "Nope! It is perfect." 

We sway back and forth to a classic song. 

He looks up; hazel eyes lock with mine, his smile gleaming in the light.

"Did I do alright?"

"Yeah," I kiss his cheek, "You did alright." 

"So you do like me?" He says. 

"Not sure. Do I?" He punches my arm a little and I punch his back.

"Happy Homecoming, Hayley."

I lay my head down on his shoulder. "Happy Homecoming."

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