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Mianmian sits on the large windowsill, kicking her legs every now and then. She's at perfect height to talk to her stupidly tall best friend-Jin Zixuan- who sits at the desk right next to the window. The sun is warm on her back and she grins at her friend.
"You ready for this bro?" Mianmian elbows him in the side
"No." Jin Zixuan shakes his head "Not at all. I'm not ready to so this. I'm too much of a coward! She doesn't like me! She'll never like me! And-"
"Nope." Mianmian slams her hand over his mouth, cutting him off before he could spiral "We are not doing this today. What we are doing today is giving Jiang Yanli-YOUR CRUSH SINCE LIKE FOREVER- a note asking her to meet you after school. Then, you are going to confess to her with that boquet you picked yourself last night and quietly leave. We planned this so that you would have the Summer to get over her if it doesn't go to plan-which I'm sure it will by the way- and it's the last day of High School so you will never have to see her ever again if it things go south-which they won't-and you can move on with your life. Okay?" She removes her hand from his face
"But Mianmi-" He starts as soon as she moves her hand
"No ifs! No buts! No coconuts!" Mianmian interrupts him "As your Lesbian Wingman I say things will go great."
"And what if they don't?" Jin Zixuan asks hesitantly,
"Well," Mianmian shrugs before breaking into a grin "Only one way to find out!"
-Then she leans back and falls out of the 3rd storey window.
There's a moment of silence before someone screams "OH MY GOD!" from the classroom
"SHE FELL OUT?!??!" Another screetches
"IS SHE DEAD?!?!?!" A third yells in hysterics and Zixuan decides he should probably get a move on
Most of the students are running to the window after Mianmian's stunt; split between those eager to help her up from where she is no doubt clinging to the bottom of the window frame and those equally eager to see if she survives the fall.
She makes eye contact with him and he shakes his head, there's still too many people for his nerves who could see what he's about to do. She gives him a quick wave before she screams "HELP ME! HELP ME! SOMEONE PULL ME UP!"
"Here." A loud voice says and Jin Zixuan can imagine a hand reaching out to her
"HE TOUCHED ME!" Mianmian screamed "SOMEONE GET ME A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN TO ERASE THIS MAN'S TOUCH! A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN TO BE MY SAVIOUR PLEASE!"
Man, Mianmian was really milking this shit for what it's worth. -FOCUS Zixuan you have a task to fufil!
He checks the room and sure enough, everyone is at the window watching the spectacle that is Mianmian being dramatic, including Jiang Yanli- who'd been one of the first to check if Mianmian was okay. He makes a run for it, dashing towards Jiang Yanli's desk in order to slip a pale pink note into her pencil case. He fumbles with the zipper and wants to yell in frustration Why won't this thing just slip open!?!??! He finally gets it open a few seconds later and stuffs the note in, he closes the zip-which thankfully complies with him this time and he steps away from her desk.
He looks back towards the window, Mianmian catches his eye and he nods. Mission acomplished.
"Actually-you know what guys," He can hear Mianmian say "I think I'm fine now." Then she effortlessly pulls herself up with ease and springs back onto her feet in the classroom "I forgot I did Rock-climbing when I was younger. Sorry for the fuss lol."
"BITCH TF?!?!?" Someone yells and Jin Zixuan has to try very hard not to snigger into his hand
"Sorry!" She smiles brightly "Anyways we should be getting to our next lessons right?"
"SHE'S RIGHT!" Someone else yells "WE'RE 15 MINUTES LATE!!!"
"EVERYONE MAKE A RUN FOR IT!!!"- And there's a mad frantic scrambling as everyone rushes to pack their bags and head for the door.
Mianmian comes up to him and bumps his arm, "You do it bro?"
Jin Zixuan nods "I did."
"Good for you bro!" She grins at him before standing on her tippy-toes to just about be able to swing her arm around his shoulders
"I swear if you're about to ruffle my hair-"
"Too late Zixuan." She laughs at him
"Let's just go to our next lesson-we're late." He huffs
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He picked today for a reason. Today is the last day of High School, meaning the teachers don't care what the students do in their lesson-which are mostly just them putting on movies anyways- so Jin Zixuan can just marinate on his actions for hours on end. He cringes as he recalls his clumsy fingers struggling with the zipper and the image of the note circulates through his mind the whole time. The words permanently inked into his mind.
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Hi Yanli, it's a message from me Zixuan (I'm the awkwardly tall Jin in your class).
I was wondering if you'd be willing to meet me after the school day ends at the garden near building A?
I have something I would like to tell you.
-Jin Zixuan
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WHY DID HE WRITE THAT!?!?!? HE SHOULD HAVE WRITTEN A BETTER NOTE!!! HE SHOULD HAVE WRITTEN HER A POEM OR SOMETHING!!! WHY DID HE GIVE HER THAT NOTE?!?!?!?! SHE PROBABLY HATES HIM FOR GIVING HER A SHITTY NOTE!?!?!? SHE'D PROBABLY ONLY SHOW UP AT THE END OF THE DAY TO TELL HIM HOW MUCH HIS NOTE SUCKS AND THAT HE WAS A COWARD HE WAS BUT STILL!!!
"Zixuan?" A kind voice cuts through his thoughts "Oh he's spiralling-Mianmian?" Qin Su nudges her girlfriend and points at Jin Zixuan
"What?" Mianmian turns her gaze away from the musical playing on the projector "Huh-...Zixuan are you spiralling again?"
"No?" Jin Zixuan very unconvincingly denies it
Mianmian turns to face him fully, "Alright bro, don't think about it okay? What happens will happen. You've done your part and there's no going back on it. So no use dwelling on it okay? Just watch the Heathers with us."
"Okay, fine." Zixuan pouts but agrees. He can watch a musical in his maths classroom with his two closest friends.
Qin Su smiles at him "Thanks."
He knows that the two of them are holding hands under the table, and he's happy for them. Really, he is- Mianmian and Qin Su were the healthiest couple he knew and he's not just saying this because he's the captain of their ship, he genuinely thinks that. If he's being honest, those two are the reason he believes in love again. They all met when they were incredibly young and he's watched them through the years, all the way until this point.
He was there when Mianmian realised she was a lesbian at 10. He was there when Qin Su had been broken up by yet another boyfriend and confessed to him that she didn't think she'd ever loved a boy. He was there when they'd first kissed and all the chaos after. He had been there for all the dumb relationship drama in the begining and for all the fluff and love that came after.
His eyes linger on their interlocked hands, and he sighs.
He wants that, he thinks (not for the first time). He really really wants that.
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The hours pass, marked by lesson after lesson of just watching whatever movie the teachers felt like putting on for them. They go through the all the usual ones and the movies all bleed together until the bell rings and everyone springs out of their seats, all rushing out of the doors with glee.
"I'll see you in the car!" Mianmian waves at him before heading out hand in hand with her girlfriend "Gotta drop her off!"
"You don't have to drop me off at my car." Qin Su rolls her eyes fondly at her girlfriend "it's only a few minutes away."
"I know." Mianmian hums, swinging their linked hands "But I want to-and anyways Zixuan needs to do this part on his own." She turns to him and grins, cupping her mouth with her free hand "YOU'RE GONNA DO GREAT ZIXUAN!"
"Thanks Mianmian." Zixuan replies
"Fingers crossed, we're rooting for you!" Qin Su adds cheerfully before Mianmian whisks her away.
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Jin Zixuan makes his way to his locker, where he's kept the flowers. He carefully placed them in his locker this morning, ready for his afternoon plans. With each step closer to his locker the more he starts stressing again. What if the flowers wilted? He kept them in a glass of water but it was hot, what if the water evaporated into steam and boiled the roses to a crisp-Okay yeah that was a little bit irrational. But what is something more rational went wrong? He can't think of one but SURELY something could go wrong.
He finally gets to his locker, he opens it-and breathes a huge sigh of relief. The roses were just as perfect as they were when he put them in here this morning. Alright Zixuan, he tells himself, You've got this! Just go to the garden, confess and go home. That's all you need to do.
GAH WHY WAS THIS SO HARD.
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Zixuan's palms were sweaty and he was nervous as fuck. He peaks out from behind the old oak tree on campus to see if she's there and-
................SHE'S ACTUALLY THERE!??!?!
Jiang Yanli is gracefully bent down to smell the flowers, her hand around the bud of a pink peony as she brings it to her face to inhale it's sweet scent. She looks as gorgeous as always; her long hair put up into 2 symmetrical braided buns that pull her hair back to reveal her beautiful face, she makes the average school uniform look like designer clothes upon a model- no, she was prettier than a model.
She's so beautiful that he's just about ready to leave right there and then- because why would a godess even think about dating a mere mortal like him.
But no! He was going to be gutsy for once in his life and do it! He steps out from behind the tree with false bravado- Fake it till ya make it right?
"Oh!" Yanli looks up and exclaims cheerfully upon seeing him "Zixuan Hi!", she waves at him and stands up.
"H-Hi Yanli." Zixuan greets her, arms behind his back, holding onto the bouquet.
"What did you want to tell me?" She asks warmly
His feels a heat rise up his neck and knows his entire face must be furiously red from his blushing. NO! NOT NOW! HOLD IT TOGETHER ZIXUAN!
"Here." He practically thrusts his little bouquet at her "I-I like you. In a romantic sense. As in I have a crush on you. And um. Um, will you go on a date with me? Wait don't answer that. My number is on the little tag, please call me if your answer is yes. Goodbye!" He bows quickly before he turns and runs off in a sheer blind panic.
He has no clue what her expression was, he was too worried about chickening out if he saw her lovely brown eyes. Hopefully it was a good one.
Mianmian is waiting for him in the car with his chauffer. She's on her phone scrolling and looks up when he swings open the door and practically jumps inside. Mianmian puts her phone down and pats the seat next to her for Zixuan to sit it. He obliges, shuffling closer to her.
"Sooo..." Mianmian asks, with absolutely no subtly "How'd it go?"
"That was the single most stressfull thing I have ever done in my entire life." Jin Zixuan gasping and red from runing and confessing, completely traumatised "Never make me do that again."
Mianmian just laughs at her bestfriend and claps him on the back. "Sure thing bud."