hey. i know none of you give a shit but uh i love falsettos somuch? and honestly im still so sad about whizzer which means i take everything mildly happy i find on tumblr and make marvin x whizzer one shots because they loved each other so much and they deserved so much better especially whizzer also i love cordelia to death and you can all eat my ass. this is a modern day high school au as is my specialty. i began writing this at 3:36 am on a thursday. please appreciate me.

marvin didn't know how to ask. he didn't even know if he should ask. he knew the answer would be up in the air with this boy, which is what was holding him back. he sits at the rounded lunch table in the cold cafeteria, a zipped up red sweatshirt over his body, tapping his foot anxiously. he watches trina and mendel approach the table, trina holding onto mendel's upper arm. 

the couple sit in front of him, dropping their bags onto the ground under the table, and look at marvin. the overall anxiety in the air, from marvin not knowing how to ask to trina's existence to mendel realizing he's probably gonna have to be the one to fix this situation, was thick enough to cut. lucky for them, cordelia and charlotte made their way over, with their overall sunshine-like radiation and love for each other making the air a little lighter. 

"snacks," cordelia exclaimed in an almost unenthusiastic tone. she tossed a plastic zip-lock bag of cookies she baked the night before onto the table. mendel cautiously reached out, opened the bag, and took one. cordelia looked at the rest of them, then at charlotte. 

charlotte spoke for what cordelia was thinking, "what the fuck is up all of your asses today." she sat at one of the curved benches against the wall, and cordelia sat herself next to her. she wore charlotte's sweatshirt over her usual 'hawaii' crop top so she wouldn't get dress coded, and charlotte kept her arm wrapped around her. 

charlotte looks at trina, who looks at mendel, who in turn looks at marvin. marvin sighs. "what time of the year is it?"

"almost end of the year?" trina comments.

marvin looks at her, and, in response, slams his hand on the wall behind him. "this is what time of the year it is, trina. and honestly, i am fucked up." his hand is covering the words on the poster, and when it drops, cordelia laughs.

prom. 

"you," cordelia points at marvin, still giggling, "are nervous about prom. dude, just fucking ask whizzer."

"ask whizzer what?"

everyone's heads turn at the sound of the voice, and there he is. whizzer. fucking whizzer. whizzer, in his leather jacket even though it's ninety degrees outside and his sunglasses on inside and his slicked back hair. marvin is staring. charlotte slaps him on the knee to bring his attention back to reality.

whizzer blinks. he looks at cordelia and, again, asks, "ask whizzer what?"

cordelia stares at him, completely dumbfounded as to how she didn't see whizzer coming to the table, and even more shocked that he didn't hear her mention prom. she sucks in a breath through her teeth, "gotta go!" she gets off the bench and quickly runs into the hallway. charlotte stares towards the door, makes an offhand comment that they'll be right back, and runs after cordelia. 

still looking confused, but brushing it off, whizzer slides into the space next to marvin, putting his messenger bag in between the two of them. he leans over and kisses marvin on the cheek, before marvin turns and takes his chin in between his fingers and kisses him on the mouth. "gay," charlotte comments as she comes back with cordelia. 

the lesbians sit back in their seats and continue on with their lunch period, as if nothing weird had just happened. 

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later that night, marvin sits on the edge of whizzer's bed as whizzer looks through his closet. the two are going to a party, but are meeting with trina and mendel beforehand so the four can go together. whizzer looks at himself in the full body mirror by his closet, and marvin catches a glimpse of himself, looking bored, before whizzer turns around. 

"is this okay?" he asks. he has on a light green button up shirt, which is tucked into his dress pants with the top three or so buttons open. marvin cannot believe how beautiful he is.

marvin chuckles, "i love it."

whizzer looks at him and blinks. "you laughed, you hate it."

marvin looks at him and smiles, and, before whizzer has a chance to turn around and go back into his closet to find a new outfit, marvin is reaching over and looping his finger into one of the belt loops on the pants. he pulls whizzer close to him, and takes his hand, gently kissing his fingertips, being the romantic son of a bitch that he tries to desperately to be. whizzer appreciates the gesture, but he wants to know if he looks disgusting. 

"whizz, you look perfect in anything you wear, i don't care what you wear because you're gonna look like a hot piece of ass no matter what," marvin says sincerely. 

whizzer looks away from him and goes light pink in the face. "gay," he giggles. he leans down and kisses marvin quickly. the taller of the two walks over to his dresser and begins to look on the dresser for hair products, which he almost immediately finds. 

marvin watches whizzer do his hair and makes a comment. "so, what color suit are you wearing to prom?" 

whizzer stops. he turns on his heels to his boyfriend and looks at him. he raises one eyebrow in confusion. "don't know," he replies. 

"well, i gotta know soon. i gotta know if my suit is gonna clash with yours or not, and you know, we 'always have to be the most well dressed couple,' in your own words," marvin smiles. whizzer laughs quickly and quietly, covering his mouth with his hand. 

he wants to play this up as much as he possibly can, just because he thinks it's hilarious. "who said we're going to prom?"

marvin completely freezes. he definitely did ask whizzer at lunch, right? he definitely did? oh fuck, no he didn't. "oh my god, i didn't ask you to prom." marvin puts his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. 

"yeah, no shit," whizzer practically giggles. marvin groans quietly.

"prom?" marvin asks, arms open wide. he has a crooked, laughing smile and hope and laughter in his eyes. whizzer looks at him and drops everything he's doing. 

he's so fucking dorky. 

"yeah, of course," whizzer walks over and sits on marvin's lap. "you're so nerdy, forgetting to ask me prom, being this cute when you do."

marvin smiles and lets out a chuckle. he taps whizzer on the ass so he gets up. "get ready, mendel and trina are gonna be waiting for us." whizzer rolls his eyes playfully and gets up. he makes an offhand comment about how they've waiting longer for less important things, and marvin snorts. 

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marvin took whizzer to the apartment building that both trina and mendel lived in, and waited in the parking lot. whizzer holds his lover's hand over the center console of the car, and marvin runs his thumb over whizzer's soft skin. whizzer looks at his reflection in the side mirrors of the car and touches his hair, marvin looks at whizzer like he's the most beautiful thing in the world. 

"sorry we took so long!" trina says as she breaks the comfortable silence in the car, her and mendel climbing into the backseat. 

marvin looks in the back, and raises his eyebrows, making a joking gesture. "no. we did not. don't get your hopes up," mendel scolds marvin, who rolls his eyes and laughs.

"can't blame a boy for trying."

marvin turns the key in the ignition and pulls out of his parking space. trina takes a sip from a labeless water bottle, which, knowing her, might be a mix of half water and half vodka, as whizzer speaks. "so, did you guys know that marvin forgot he didn't ask me to prom?"

trina laughs, and spits her drink accidentally onto the back of the leather seats on the car. marvin looks back, yells something incoherently, and takes trina's drink. "no more of that! i just fucking cleaned this car!" 

"you forgot to ask him to prom!" mendel exclaims through laughter.

"shut up! i asked him and he said yes!" marvin yells back, making a right turn.

whizzer laughs, "asked me after he made it very clear that he forgot about it in the middle of class today. he's an idiot, but he's my big dumb idiot, and i love him." 

whizzer leans over the center console as marvin stops behind a red suv and kisses marvin. they share a passionate but slow kiss. they take the few seconds they have right now at this traffic light to completely consume each other. get lost in each other. 

as marvin's tongue finds it's way into whizzer's mouth, and whizzer begins to forget where he is, trina yells. "marvin, do you wanna stop mouth-fucking your boyfriend for two goddamn minutes and drive?!" 

marvin pulls away from whizzer as he turns and looks at the green light. he sighs. "not really, but i guess i have to." he continues driving down the street as the car behind them slams on the horn.

trina rolls down the window and flips the car behind them off, before mendel grabs her arm and pulls it back into the car. "now is not the time!" he exclaims. 

"it's always time, mendel." 

"listen, i get it, you two are in love. just, can you not be straight in my car right now." marvin asks. he sounds completely serious, but whizzer catches onto the joke and lets out a laugh. the laugh that marvin fell in love with.

and in that moment, marvin knows that in two weeks, prom is going to be magical.