I'M FINE. ~ PDH x reader

Your P.O.V.

I had made up my mind. I knew deep in my heart that he was the right guy. He was the right guy that I wanted to take me to prom. My heart longs to hold him. Though he's a major flirt, more than Travis... like seriously he's Travis' mentor. 

Which is kinda creepy but good thing he's loveable. 


My hand brushes my warm cheek, ghosting my fingers on it with the corner of my lips tugging upwards. 


Dante had kissed my cheek. The memory is still fresh in my mind when he leaned in and planted his soft warm lips on my equally warm cheek before toppling over. It was so annoying when father kicked him out of the house like that.


I sigh and look at my work. He was always so patient with me and never really got upset, like the time my shoe flew off and smacked him- Ah! I need to focus on my work...


I scold myself for a quick second before beginning to write. How do I even get time to tell him I accept his offer to prom?....



Art class.


My grin could blind someone. I wait impatiently for the bell to ring in my ears. Tapping my foot against the ground while swivelling my head around every so often to look at the clock. Taunting me from up above while it ticks slowly around the circle.

And then it rang. I felt happiness course through me as I gather up all my stuff and rush out of the classroom, earning confused looks from people around me but I could care less. Making it to the one class today that I have Dante in I sit down in our usual spot awaiting the blue haired boy to enter the class.


Students begin to file in and among the crowd I spot him. I wave him over and before I know it his bag is slinging on the chair next to me and he slumps in that same seat.  "Hey..." I stare at him, "Hey..."


"About you asking me to prom..." I lower my voice a bit. His cheeks turn shades of red and he averts his dark blue eyes, "F-Forget about that, "He laughs awkwardly, "It was...stupid." He sucks in a breath, letting out one laced with disappointment.


"What...do you...take it back?" I feel my heart drop. He lowers his voice, "Well I obviously don't have a chance... Not when all those other guys asked as well." He chuckles dryly. My brows crease together as I stare at the boy before me turning into a puddle.


I won't stand for this.


But the teacher enters so I'll have to stand for this just a bit longer. Like always she tells us to do whatever we want as long as it's art before sitting at her desk with her headphones on, crying over some cheesy romance movie.


I turn back to Dante who scoots his seat a little from me and stares at his paper that his pencil works away at. With every flick of his pencil a new line or curve of graphite is created. Sometimes he'd curl his lip up in what I can only describe as disgusted anger and harshly erase away at his markings. 

"Dante," I say in a low voice so no one can eavesdrop, that would be humiliating for the both of us if he rejects my acceptance. His dark captivating blue eyes flick over to me before looking everywhere but me, "Yeah?" 

"About prom..." I take a deep breath. But he cuts me off, "I get it, you don't want to...just leave me alone..." His arm places on the table and his hand rests against the side of his head as if it was a wall to seperate us.


My heart feels like it crumbles at those words. Biting my lips between my teeth I look away and hold in any tears. If I can't tell him I have to show him.

I took out a piece of paper and got to work. Glancing every so often at Dante, burning all of his features into my mind and on to my paper. His fluffy blue hair curls at the ends of some strands, those dark blue eyes of his sparkle in the sunlight that shines through the window of the Art Room. 

His tie hangs from around his neck from him hunching slightly over the desk. Dante was just perfect to me. Any flaws he had I was blind to. Comepletely blind to.


Finishing my drawing I quickly write out 'I want to go to prom with you dumb dumb' Smiling I  back up a bit and look at the drawing