**So maybe I haven't had time to write as much as I said, sorry. My physical health is utter pig shit ~finger guns~. I'm thinking of making a lemon, but I don't know. I just read some EriSol, so it's stuck in my brain. I'd like some opinions first and really think it over, since I am an unexperienced bean who gets fluster really fucking easily. 

Also, I'm thinking of using the song "Poplar St" by Glass Animals for a oneshot, yay or nay? It's a pretty gritty one, but damn it's a good song. Anyways, onto the oneshot!**

Her e/c eyes were tired, like everyday. Maybe she reads fanfic to go to sleep, maybe she was finishing one of her many papers, the world may never know. I sigh as my chin is propped up by my hand. The teacher was talking about something I could care about, but I really don't. I feel a tap on my back a look behind me to see Porrim with a piece of paper. Her blood color was evident on the paper, meaning she was giving me a note. I open the folded piece and roll my eyes. We are totally acting like little wrigglers with the note-passing. (italics for Porrim, underline for Meenah)

Yo+u are to+tally whipped fo+r that human.

No, I am not! I just think she's pretty, that's all.

Right, and I have no+ piercings.

Fuck off, Pourrim. Shell never talk to me anyways.

I crumple up our conversation as the bell rings and get up from my seat. Y/n places her laptop in her backpack and smiles at the teacher before getting mobbed with friends. I follow the rest of the kids out to fresh air. I slider through walkways and past groups, sometimes saying hello to people, before getting to my own group. Already I could see Cronus getting cuddly with Kankri, Aranea burying her nose into a book, and Latula tightening the bearings in her skateboard. I slam my backpack down and groan loudly to get someone's attention. By someone, I mean the nerd reading about some fictional character who's probably going to save the world, like always. I hear the troll girl huff and she places her book down.

"Honestly Meenah, can't you just ask her out?" She grabs her lunch out of her backpack and I steal her apple. She punches me lightly, but doesn't try to get it back.

"Can't you just ask out Jakey-bouy?" I mimic, wallowing in my self-pity. She flushes cerulean and punches me once more.

"Get your head out of the sewer and grow some horns." She hisses. "It's not as if she doesn't stare at you, smile at you, and fawn over you. You're 8linder than me, and I have a high prescription!" I roll my eyes at her. If she looks at me so often, then how come I never catch it? Or her smiles? Gog, I would cull to be the reason of her smiling. I sigh as Aranea goes on a lengthy tirade about whatever the fuck she is talking about.

"Here, let me see your phone."

I hold it up for her before pocketing it once more.

"Stop 8eing a pill." 

I hand it to her, my head resting against my backpack, staring off at Y/n. She's so gorgeous, I can't even explain it fully. She just seemed so real, so willing to be herself and throw the bird at people who think she should change. She always is polite to people, but has a sharp tongue when it comes to rude people. I don't think she's ever been in a fight, what a goody two shoes that I love.

"Meenah?"

"Huhgn?"

"Go to the fancy restaurant at like, five. We'll talk more a8oat this situation, okay?" I squeal at her pun and nod as the bell rings for the nest class. Whoopee.

"And dress nice for once in your life, you wanna8e gangster!" She says as she trods off. I roll my eyes once more and the group heads to their respective classes. I groan as I go into the math class.

I pull at my braids in nervousness. Aranea said she'd be here soon and Mom will be pissed if I didn't actually go to the posh-uppity-dinner thing. Besides, it was just to talk about a crush, for Gog's sake!

"Meenah?"

I feel my shoulders tense as I recognize the pretty voice. I turn around, straightening out my tux and blushing bright fuchsia.

"Hey Y/n, what'cha doing around this place?" Oh my Lord I sound so cringey. I look so cringey too, and she looked so pretty I want to cry. She was wearing a dress of f/c ad she had a little black bag with some light makeup and she's probably going to be going on a date with someone else. As I internally cry, she giggles.

"Well, you're the one who texted me to meet you here, right?"

What?

I check my phone and YUP. That spider texted Y/n to meet me here at 5:00 sharp for a fancy dinner. I feel my face turn hotter and Y/n giggles again.

"I'm sorry, Ara took my phone and I uh didn't know this was going to happen-" I stutter through and she laughs harder.

"A prank, then." She says, blinking her eyes so that tears of mirth don't ruin her mascara. "I guess you don't want to go on the date then?"

"No! I mean, yes, I want to do the date, but no as in- would you be so kind to go o this date with me?" I say, my voice rushed. She smiles at me and takes my hand as we walk into the restaurant.

"I thought you'd never ask."