This is something I had written two years ago when I was bored in Chinese class based on this guy I had a crush on back then. I edited this listening to the soundtrack of Frozen. And re-edited it again to my playlist "Moody Melodrama !6". DEAL WITH IT.   (✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

Disclaimer: There might be a few errors.  Whatever. Fuck it. Enjoy. Oh and, happy Sunday, gaiss. ãƒ„
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Haylee walked across the courtyard across the courtyard and settled down on the wooden oak chair in the library. She set her things down on her usual Mahogany table at the most secluded section of the library, the Occult section. She usually laughed when someone looks at her creepy for being there. But this wasn’t the Occult section; this was the Haylee section, where Haylee and two other people do whatever the hell they want.

Today, a guy enters that very section and normally Haylee would’ve chased him away by now, but today, she couldn’t care less if the school burned down, with her in it. Reality, you see, came crashing down at the worst moment. Haylee Brown was graduating and right after, she’ll be taking a flight to New Jersey then Ontario, Canada.

For months she had been dreaming of moving in with her aunt there for College, as planned. But she had forgotten to tick off falling in love with Mercer de Grás, someone she thought she loved as a brother but had unknowingly yearned for. She wanted him. At the moment, her chest constricted, that very boy sat beside her.

“Why the long face, Lee?” He asked, his eyes filled with concern.

“It-it’s nothing really. I just realized that I’d be leaving right after graduation…” She drawled back, nestling her head in her arms.

“Which means you wouldn’t be there for the grad party… bummer. This also means I may have to ask someone else to go with me.” Mercer said jokingly as he moved his chair nearer to his friend.

“Yeah, exactly.” Haylee threw her hands up in the air. “No grad party for Hey Hey.” She added sarcastically as she reformed her human nest.

“Dude, chill. I can’t attend either. I have swim camp two days after. And besides, do you really think I’d ever go to a party without my best friend tailing me and helping avoid fangirls, would you?” Mercer said as he playfully punched Haylee’s shoulder.

Haylee raised her head and said, “Can’t you survive one party without me? What are you going to do without me Mercer?”

Mercer placed both hands over his chest and made an ‘o’ with his mouth as he screeched at her, “Well darl’, I’d die, of course. You’re my everything, my love, my sweet.”

“Hold on, I’m going to check up on my cousin Taylor before I leave for Canada and you’re going to head for Swim Camp, correct?” She waited for him to nod before continuing. “Well, why don’t we just book the same flight? The camp is only a few minutes out of the city anyway."

Mercer clapped his hands and started to drag Haylee out of the library. “Alright then. It’s official; we’re skipping class to buy those tickets.” Mercer said.

“W-what!?! Really Mercer? Can’t this wait until AFTER class? I really don’t wanna get in trouble again.” Haylee stammered as she flailed her arms around.

“Do you want to get those tickets or not?” Mercer asked, still dragging her.

“Duh.” She replied.

“Then, we, my dear, are skipping the rest of the day. Your treat.” He stated gleefully, pushing her into a broom closet to avoid hall monitors and security guards.

As they were on their way to the school parking lot, Mercer did not let go of Haylee’s hand once. Causing her to blush nonstop. When they reached Mercer’s truck, only did Haylee realize that he held her hand, not smelly Nelly’s. She smiled inside, knowing this fact.

By the time they got to the mall, it was the end of lunch period and Haylee's face was back to normal. She still couldn't believe it, she was riding Mercer's truck.

And then it dawned her, by leaving with Mercer, she left her own car at school, but then again, Mercer is worth it...

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After booking the tickets, they bought ice cream at a family run store called "McRenzie's."

"One chocolate cup and- Hey Lee, what'd you want?" Mercer asked. 

"Oh, uh... whatever you're having." she replied, scooting over to an empty booth near the door.

"Alright then, make that two flapjacks, scratch the ice cream..." 

From Haylee's table, it seemed as though, Mercer was giving the cashier his number, which he has never done before and she was fuming with jealousy. Point one for Mercer for pulling the rug on Haylee unexpectedly.

Mercer never gave her his number! He never had to, she was there then he got his phone. But still, it was so unfair that he gave that girl his number. And the lady accepted it! 

This was happening. Haylee had lost her chance to be with THE Mercer de Grás.

Haylee relaxed her face as she fished out her phone to appear busy. Mercer turned around and grinned. He knew Haylee would think he was giving the cashier his number when he slipped that piece of paper over to her.

He walked towards Haylee and grabbed the phone out of her hands. "What was that for!?!" Haylee screamed.

As Mercer had expected, she was playing Pimple Pop, a game she only played if she were anything BUT happy.

"I didn't give her my number. Geez, all these years of being bros and you still don't trust me." He admitted, giving Haylee back her phone.

"She recognized me from that article in the newspaper when I won the chess tournament."

Haylee, still not believing it, started to enforce playing footsie with Mercer. Luckily, the boy complied.

"What are we doing?" Mercer asked. Haylee had no answer.

The ice was soon broken when the waitress came to deliver their order. Haylee stared long and hard at her plate. 

Clearly written in the white chocolate syrup was a stringy line that said, "Will you wait for me?"

"What?" Haylee uttered in disbelief.

"Earth to Haylee, it's food. When you see food, you eat it. You don't just stare. It's rude."

Snapping back into reality, Haylee picked at her pancakes, carefully avoiding the syrup until there was nothing left but the plate. Thinking, Haylee grabbed a bottle of maple syrup and spread it all over the plate in a weird pattern. She passed it to Mercer who looked at her in confusion.

"I can't read it. It's a big puddle of gooey delight. You wasted time and effort. Not to mention, perfectly good syrup."

"Alright, fine. It was supposed to say, 'Why Wait?' because I did not get the thing with the syrup thing."

Mercer laughed, as usual, Haylee had found a way around the 'sticky' situation.

"It was supposed to ask you to wait for me. I've been planning to go to Canada for university too. I'm asking you to wait because it'll take time to move over there with you. "

Haylee threw him a confused look with her hazel eyes squinting and her soft lips pursed. "Why do you want to move anyway?"

"Well we sure as hell can't be Merlee or Haycer when we're apart."

"But we can call and Skype and stuff! Like we do on the holidays, remember?" Haylee argued.

"Haylee, a few weeks ago, I overheard some little birds saying that you liked me. I wanted to know if it was real or not because I LOVE YOU. Not Chelsea Brooke, not your sister Andy. I love you."

Haylee stayed silent. Too shocked to even respond with her usual facial reactions. For the first time ever, Haylee was completely dumbfounded.

Moments later, she found herself and whispered, “I... I sorta reciprocate your feelings then..."

Mercer clapped his hands and grinned. "Now onto more pressing topics! What was up with the footsie earlier?"

He stared at Haylee intently. Haylee swallowed. At times like this, Mercer would be completely serious and 'no' would disappear from his vocabulary in an instant.

"F-fine. I was jealous. No need to bring it up. So, are we gonna be awkward penguins now?" She asked, changing the topic.

"You're my girlfriend now, Haylee. But that doesn't mean I won't get back at you for launching my English paper on 'Sherlock Holmes' into the sky with my Rocket project."

"And that means that as my boyfriend, I will expect you to be ready to shop with me at all times." Haylee finished as she stuck out her tongue.

"Don't I already do that?" 

"Touché. Today, we'll be buying grad gifts for everybody!" Haylee countered as she stood up and smiled at him. 

She took Mercer's outstretched hands and pulled him up.

He sighed. "I keep forgetting I'm supposed to be the guy in this relationship." Haylee rolled her eyes at his exasperation.

"Haha. Very funny. I know what we should get Mr. Dumbledore! A beard shaver thing or one of those hair straightener irons you girls use."

"Just because our Physics teacher has the facial features of Albus Dumbledore, doesn't mean we should get an iron for his hair. He'll look like Gandalf for crying out loud! Although, that IS tempting. I'll send him one for Christmas."

"But making him LOOK like Gandalf is the whole point!" Mercer explained.

Out of the blue, Haylee pulled him into the curb. "Shhh, Mrs. Higgens is on the prowl. We have to get rid of these dead giveaways!" She said, pointing to their navy blue uniform vests, yellow neckties and bottoms. The Yangtze River Prep uniform made them stick out like a sore thumb.

"How?" Mercer asked. "Shopping, duh." Haylee shrugged.

She checked the corridor for the head teacher then dashed for the department store with Mercer sneakily behind her. Right after they had regained their composure, Haylee dragged Mercer to the boys- excuse me- mens section. 

In five minutes, Haylee had pushed Mercer into the changing room with a cluster of clothes. Moments later, he comes out wearing a plaid blue shirt, black pants, black converse and a gray fedora.

"Not bad but I suggest you try something else," The girl beside Haylee chirped.

Haylee nodded in agreement. "You, my dear Mercer, lack sense of style." She said, grabbing a jacket from a nearby rack. "Try this on while you're at it."

Mercer grunted as the girls laughed. From inside the cubicle, Mercer could hear Haylee and the girl chatting about their respective boyfriends. He inwardly sighed at how she could be so trusting towards a girl she had just met.

Neither of the girls noticed Mercer as he came out of the dressing room wearing a tight-fitting green shirt that said "LIFE", a black hoodie and neon yellow converse. He glared at Haylee for a moment until he realized there was a guy doing the same to the girl she was talking to. 'That must be her boyfriend.' Mercer thought.

Mercer cleared his throat to get the girls attention. "Much better," Haylee noted, eyeing his choice of clothes.

"Hey, you should get the same shirt, Haylee. That way you guys could look like a bonafide couple! That's like the best way to solidify your status!" The girl now identified as Annika, suggested.

Haylee considered it for a second before grabbing a similar outfit to Mercer's. Soon they paid for their purchases and bade Annika and her boyfriend goodbye.

"Now that are disguises are done, it's time to get some serious shopping did!" Haylee announced.

Before Mercer could even utter the shortest word known to man, he was dragged into every store that Haylee deemed had the perfect gift for so and so. For some reason incomprehensible to Mercer, she had completely steered clear of the stores that sold sporting goods.

After about two hours of nonstop shopping, Mercer was about to collapse from the weight of all the gifts Haylee bought for everyone.

"Haylee, I think this is enough goodbye presents." He said, raising his arms overloaded by bags from various shops.

"I included Christmas presents, dummy. I'm trying to avoid Christmas rush." Mercer looked about to die as he crashed onto the nearest bench, letting out an exasperated sigh.

Haylee sat down with him and wiped his sweaty brow. "Aww, is the double letterman meanie giving up?" She teased.

"Shopping with you totals a week’s load of swim and track meets. I have no idea how you girls survive."

Haylee let out a laugh. "Stop lollygagging. If you want this to end earlier, you should man up. I'm almost done. One more store to go-" A disgruntled wail and the sound of shoes slamming onto granite floor exited Mercer.

"Grow some balls, man. Trust me; this last store is going to make you whoop in glee." Haylee convinced, pulling Mercer to his feet or at least trying to.

As soon as he was mobile again, Haylee lead him into a nondescript door that looked like the entrance to the mall’s control room.

The moment Haylee pushed open the generic double doors; they were greeted with the scent of sawdust and baking flour.

"Where are we?" Mercer asked, basking in the view of random everyday baubles.

Haylee laughed as she helped him shrug off the multiple bags of gifts, setting them inside a small booth right beside the door.

"Remember the prank books I used to get everyone in freshman year?" Haylee mused, walking around the store.

"The one you wouldn't show me? Yeah." Mercer snapped back, following her around.

"Well," Haylee's eyes scanned the shelf of nearby books. "Aha!- Well, I got them from here. Every single prank I have ever done is taken and or modified from these books." She said, handing Mercer the book as she perused another stack of prank articles.

Mercer flipped through the book, seeing familiar pranks Haylee had done over the years. "Are you telling me that... this place... is... THE JOKE SHOP?" 

"Took you that long to realize that, genius?" Haylee joked.

"How'd you ever find it-"

"My stars! Is that Haylee I see?" A voice asked from the counter of the small shop.

Haylee's neck craned to face the voice. As soon as she recognized its owner, she ran to hug the person. "Cassie!" Haylee yelled.

"Hey there, Hay! I see you've brought a friend..." Cassie remarked, licking her lips with satisfaction.

"Sorry Cass. This one's mine." Haylee shrugged, placing an arm possessively on Mercer's hips.

Faster than an Avatar sex scene, the two were acquainted and were comparing past pranks while Haylee looked around for graduation prank props.

"You know, your toy seems like quite the catch, Haylee. It'd be a shame if... someone... were to steal him, Hay." Cassie hollered as soon as Mercer excused himself to answer a phone call.

"Don't you dare, Cass." Haylee yelled from the other side of the store.

"Wouldn't dream of it hon. Although, I would like to know if a Stanley Worthington is hot and single..."

"Oh he is, Cass. He definitely is." Haylee winked. 

"Girls, if you aren't done drooling over my mate, Haylee and I have to go." Mercer butted in, snapping the girls out of their Stanley Worthington-induced trances.

Haylee hurriedly paid for her stuff and left. Promising Cass to visit more often and to give Stanley her phone number.

As soon as they got into the truck, the conversation continued. "So, where are we headed?"

"Nowhere really. Just a drive." Mercer replied, starting the engine.

They both sat in comfortable silence, wrapped around their own personal bubbles.

After about ten minutes of solitude, Haylee broke the quiet air. "Oh my gosh. I just realized something!"

Mercer glanced at her momentarily before turning back to the road in front of him. "What?" He asked.

"We're dating!" She replied with utter shock.

Mercer laughed and took her hand into his. "It's feels good though, right?"

Haylee nodded, blushing at their intertwined hands, hoping they could stay in this moment forever. As if sensing Haylee's discomfort, Mercer brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

Even though she was blushing redder than any tomato ever consecrated onto earth, Haylee found the courage to speak. "O-oh my god. Y-you have n-no idea how many times I've daydreamed about a moment like this."

Mercer smiled at Haylee and she smiled back. She couldn't wait until they could share their first kiss. It would take place somewhere beautiful, she decided. Somewhere magical and private so no one could ever tarnish that moment.

Before she could finish fantasizing about their lips mashing against each other, Haylee opened her eyes to look at Mercer. His face was lined with creases as he drove through the road. Heading somewhere Haylee could not comprehend.

Their eyes met for a second before everything turned black.