I know some of you are waiting for my other stories but i am having a "writers block" maybe? (if i am a writer, of course).
But this story is something I just can't get out of my head. I had to post it. I just had to.

"Dude, you're seriously not going?"

"Sanky. For the hundredth time, yes. It's not like I have a date-"

"There are at least twenty girls waiting in line to be your prom date at the snap of your fingers, Lucky."

Laksh snorts loudly, throwing the ball hard at his best friend's face, but Sanskar evades it seamlessly. It's not that he wants the dude to get hurt, he just wants Sanskar to shut up about prom, you know? It just- it makes him uncomfortable.

"What do you care? I thought the lady killer didn't care about lame school dances."

"Okay, Lucky(sing song)
a: it's fucking prom.
b: I don't give a shit about the dance, it's the getting" laid" (making quotes using his hands) part that I care about. And you're my best friend. Seriously, man. It's been like, years. You need to get over Payal-"

"I am over her."

"Uh, no you're not," Sanskar says, making a free throw. He turns to give Laksh the finger when he misses.

"Uh, yes I am," Laksh mimics, picking the ball up off the ground. He chooses to ignore Sanskar as he throws the ball into the basket, turning to give the guy a smirk. Sanskar rolls his eyes for like a second before he opens his big mouth again.

"Then. go. to. prom, jerk." said Sanskar emphasising each word and and putting extra efforts in punctuating jerk.

"Shut it, moron. I told you-" said laksh or at least tried to but was interrupted.

"Hey guys."

His head snaps towards the kitchen door at the sound of her voice, turning to send her a quick smile. Ragini stands in the doorway. She's still carrying her backpack, and she looks a little breathless, and he's pretty sure she just ran all the way home.

"Hey Ragu," he says quietly, sending her a small wave. She beams at him for one blinding second, before she turns it down a few notches to look at Sanskar.

"This idiot here isn't going to prom," Sanskar tells his sister. Laksh rolls his eyes. "Tell him that he's being a dumbass."

"Why is he being a dumbass?" she asks nonchalantly, picking up the ball at her feet to throw it back towards Sanskar.

"Because it's fucking prom!" exclaims, catching it and throwing the ball back down in frustration before he groans. "Am I the only one who understands how high school works around here?"

Ragini shrugs, tugging at the straps of her backpack almost nervously. God, she's fucking cute.

🎶"you're a sunflower" 🎶

"I don't know. I still have to wait two years before I worry about it. Anyway, mom called you in. There's something wrong with the pipe in her room."

Sanskar groans, turning back towards the hoop for another free throw. The ball goes in this time.

"Tell her I'm busy," he says.

"Sansk-"

"I'm on a winning streak, here! Hey, dude," Sanskar turns towards Laksh, his face lighting up at what is undoubtedly the thought of shrugging his duties of to his friend, as always. "You know how to fix pipes, right? You used to work at the auto shop."

"Yeah, to fix cars."

"Same difference," Sanskar says dismissively. "Can you go see what's up? You know I don't know shit about plumbing."

"Bhai....," Ragini scolds, rolling her eyes. But she winks quickly when she catches Lakshs gaze. "I don't know why you're still friends with him," she says, turning on her heel. "Come on, Laksh."

He tails after her, turning for a second to shoot Sanskar a dirty look before he closes the door with the back of his shoe once he's in the kitchen. He smirks to himself, ignoring the flicker of guilt that goes through him. She keeps walking, up the stairs and into her parents bedroom, and he's starting to think that it really is about a pipe, when she locks the door behind her and jumps him. He grunts a little at the force of her, but his arms are quick to hold her steady.

🎶"Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt
Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse"🎶

"Hi," she murmurs breathlessly, leaning closer to peck him on the lips.

"Finally," he groans, pulling her closer to give her a proper kiss. "You're late."

"Sorry, sitar stuff." She shuts him up with her tongue in his mouth, and he pushes her back against the door. It works for about five minutes until he realizes that her hand is creeping down towards the button of his jeans. Laksh pulls back, panting.

"Uh, bachha(yup that's what he calls her lovingly) . We're in your parents' room."

"They won't be back for hours, and you know bhais not gonna check in. God forbid he actually has to help," she says, rolling her eyes momentarily before she smiles at him.

"Yeah. But-"

"We could go to my room right now, and risk him seeing us?"

"Here is good," he says quickly. She giggles, nudging his forehead with hers and does the same with his nose. He grins, kissing her again before he puts her down. They're definitely not going to keep making out in her parents' room. But he's cool with it, as long as he gets to hang out with her for a few minutes. She laughs when he pulls her down to the ground. They sit with their backs against the door, their legs sprawled out in front of them, and she laughs again when he playfully shifts his legs and plops them down on top of hers. He likes it, the sound she makes when she's laughing. It's fucking beautiful, you know?

God, just a few months ago, she was still just Ragini , Sanskars annoying little sister who used to follow them around when they were trying to play their boy things. He thinks about the times when he used to run from her, or risk her dragging him out into the living room to be her audience when she was singing or playing sitar, and getting in the middle of her fights with Sanskar when they wanted to play something else, and just- Now when he looks at her, he honestly wonders why he ever tried to run away in the first place. He snaps out of his thoughts to find Ragini looking up at him in bemusement. He wiggles his eyebrows and she rolls her eyes before she leans her head against his chest.

"So, how long am I going to be your little secret?" she asks.

"Well," he says slowly. "That depends."

"On what?" She's smiling, but it looks a little tense. She's been asking him the same question for the past two weeks, and he knows it's because she's paranoid about him going off to college. Not that they're actually in a relationship, or anything or as they keep telling themselves. They just- kept accidentally making out until it stopped being accidents.

You know?

But she's really awesome, and he really likes her, even if Sanky might kill him for it. And fuck it, man, he really, really likes her. And not just because Raginis really good at making out, or that she really listens to him when he's talking, you know? Or that she takes him seriously, like, she never blows him off, and she's the only person in the world he's ever talked to about college and like, his future, with; weird as that is. And yeah, okay, all those things are what made him see her differently in the first place (that, and that red mini she wore at Swaras party the first time they made out, because holy shit did she look beautiful and hot and sexy and......), but there are a lot of other things too, you know? Like, the way she's always so intense about becoming a musician, and the way that she can be really fucking bossy sometimes, but she doesn't blow a gasket if you call her out on it. And- and her smile, and her voice, and her pretty eyes and her long light curly black hair, and just- he's starting to realize that he just really really likes everything about Ragini, and fuck.

🎶"Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh" 🎶

When the hell did that happen?

She's starting to turn away from him. She's smiling, but it's not a real one, it's the same one she wore that time when they were eleven and she was nine, and Sanskar told her to get lost and she said that she wasn't even following them in the first place, and-

"You don't- I mean, I was just being stupid-" she stammers, pulling away from him, and it's making him panic. Like, he doesn't know what he's going to say, he just knows that he doesn't want her to keep smiling like that. He pulls her back towards him. Ragini sighs, her head down. She looks up at him, and like, fuck it. Laksh smiles, reaching forwards to tuck her hair behind her ears.

"On how you feel about going to prom," he says, almost shyly. Her eyes widen at his words as they search his face.

"Seriously?" she asks doubtfully. Yeah. Seriously?

"Yea- yeah. Yes," he says, a little more forcefully. "Seriously."

Yeah, okay, so Sanky might actually kill him. But he's starting to realize that he really loves it when she smiles at him, especially the way she's doing it now. She looks so happy, it'd be kind of ridiculous, if he isn't feeling exactly the same way too. He smiles back at her, and his face feels different, like, he knows he's never made this face when he thinks about anyone else before, only Ragini. And he probably looks like a complete doofus, but Ragini likes it, if the way she pounces him is anything to go by. So okay, Sanskar might kill him.

But at least he'll be with Ragini while he's still alive.
.

🎶"You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower" 🎶

Sigh(happily).