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N E W T

Glasses and a trademark dimpled smile were constantly with you, drawing in a quiet loner named Newt. You had friends to spare, while he mainly hung out with his two friends Thomas and Alby. The only time you were without your 'posse' was during Photography, when you and Newt were paired up to take pictures around the school. He was usually quiet during your trips, you did most of the talking.

But today, Newt cracked the first joke you'd heard from him, making it the longest consecutive sentence he's spoken to you. You couldn't hold in your laughter, the sound echoing in the empty halls. A click went off, and you looked over at him curiously.

"That has got to be the most beautiful thing I've seen." He said, and you leaned over to look at the screen. It was the perfect image of your laugh, and for once you were speechless.

"Y/N?" Newt asked quietly. "Would it be okay if I kissed you?"

You nodded, and let him gently interlock your mouths. It may sound cliché, but it was like fireworks were going off in your head, it was better than any kiss you've had before. When he pulled back, his face was flushed pink and his big brown eyes were focused on the ground.

"That was my first kiss." He admitted.

"Are you sure?" You grinned. "You're really cute and you were awful good at it."

Newt looked back at you, surprise on his features. "Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

You kissed him again, and then one more time. "Yes, I will be your girlfriend."

T H O M A S

Thomas tended to have no clue what was going on in Chemistry, mostly because he was busy staring at you, but you didn't know that. So when he had gotten a D on the second test in a row, your teacher enlisted you as his straight-A tutor.

"Hey Y/N." Thomas came up to you after class. "How about Monday through Friday in the library in the mornings before school?"

"And after school, I heard you got barely got a 60 on the last test." You argued.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, I really do need your help."

So after school found you and Thomas alone at a table in the back corner of the library. Your notes were spread out on the table, and you reviewed them with Thomas, stopping to answer any questions he had. Slowly throughout the tutoring session, your faces had gotten extremely close, until you could feel his hot breath across your cheek as he spoke.

"So when you mix halogens and alakali, you get an explosion?" Thomas' voice was low and breathy.

"Yeah, an explosion." You echoed, and your lips connected with his.

M I N H O

Minho was by no reach, a jock. Captain of the soccer, football, basketball, and track teams, and he constantly had to peel cheerleaders off him. Many thought he was just acting like he wasn't interested, only to then bang them in the locker rooms or something, but he really did flat out reject them. He'd had his eye on a girl since seventh grade, before he had become 'popular'.

Her name was Y/N, and god, did he think it was just the prettiest word ever. You were always in the stands for his games in your band uniform, instrument in hand. Afterwards you never failed to shyly congratulate him, and he gave you the brightest of smiles, saying that you played great. It was all worth it to see your gorgeous face flush pink as you scurried away.

The homecoming dance was the day after the band's first concert, and Minho had the perfect idea of how to ask you to it. During it, you had a solo and he never thought he would ever hear something so beautiful again. He was the loudest clapper after your solo, and waited in the back with a bouquet of flowers, nervously tapping his fingers.

The show had finally ended and Minho went out to the parking lot to wait by your car. He could see the surprise on your face as you walked out of the building and recognized him.

"H-hey Minho." You fidgeted with your case.

"Y/N, I uh, would get on knee for this but the ground's a little wet, aw fuck it I will anyway." He held the flowers out to you while he lowered himself onto one knee. He cleared his throat. "Y/N, will you go to the homecoming dance with me?"

You pulled him up by his collar, crashing your lips onto his, surprising you both. After you had let go, your shy demeanor came back, and you accepted the bouquet of daisies. "Yes, I will."

A grin was plastered on Minho's face that didn't leave until he finally went to bed after possibly the best homecoming dance of his life. The first one he went to with you.