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You take one final look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. No matter how many times Emily (who altered the dress you got from Abby), Abby (who did your makeup), or Leah (who did your hair), had said it, you didn’t feel comfortable with the image you saw in front of you. You hadn’t willingly worn clothes this bright since, well, you were a teenager. The person you saw in the mirror seemed like a stranger to you. You fiddled with the corsage on your wrist, rubbing the strands of ribbon between your thumb and index finger erratically.

Leah places a flower crown atop your head and giggles with glee. “You look so great, Y/N! You’ll be the talk of the town once again.” That was the last thing you wanted. It was stressful and annoying enough when you first moved in; you didn’t want to live through that again. Seeing how uncomfortable you were with that, she leans in closer and whispers playfully, “You’ll definitely have your little emo boy’s attention the whole time.”

“Leah!” You hide your face behind your hands. Even if you had both confirmed the two of you shared the same feelings, you still got rather flustered whenever anyone brought it up.

Your friend pats your shoulders and whisks off towards her front door. “If Abby’s ready to go, I think we should head out. We don’t want to be late, after all.” She gives you a knowing look and you roll your eyes. She’d been waiting for the moment to finally see you with Sebastian, but you could tell she was also pretty excited.

“Just give me a… second…” Abby’s voice trails off as she applies the finishing touches to her makeup, “There! Done.” The three of you put your shoes on and walk to the open field just west of the Cindersap Forest where the festival is held. Abby leads the way and Leah tries to hype you up the entire walk there. Why were you so nervous? You’ve already spent lots of time together, went on an actual date, and, hell, even kissed a few times already. Making it public with the town was definitely daunting. Everyone would know now, if they didn’t already. People in Pelican Town were pretty good at finding out gossip one way or another.

You were lost in your thoughts the entire way, and eventually the three of you make it to the clearing. There are several barrels and pots full of flowers surrounding the open field, and many of the townspeople are already chatting or getting refreshments. Whatever Gus has cooked up this time, it smells amazing as the aroma of food wafts its way towards your nose. You look around and look for your family. You spot Sam’s vibrant blonde hair from across the clearing over by a tree. You could guess who he’s talking to, but you think you should greet the rest of your family before hanging out with Abby and the boys.

Before you set off to greet your aunt and uncle, you notice Leah’s posture has changed and her eyes are set on a familiar figure on the other side of the open field. It was Elliott, the town’s other starving artist. Instead of paints and sculptures, Elliott’s chosen medium was words. You’d never read any of his work, but he had attempted to chat your ear off any time he had the chance. Most of the other residents, including yourself, just smiled and nodded as he rambled on about the novel he plans on writing but Leah always listened intently. She teased you about Sebastian and you in turn teased her about Elliott.

“You should go say hi.” You nudge her with your elbow and she side eyes you. “Think of it as payback.” Before she can say anything else you call out to Elliott and wave him down. He has caught sweet Evelyn in a conversation and looks over to you and Leah. Returning the wave, he excuses himself from his conversation and strolls across the clearing towards you and Leah. “Have fun.” You tease and run off to your aunt and uncle to avoid her protests.

You shuffle away and greet your aunt and uncle with a bit more energy than anticipated. “Hey Aunt Jodi! Hi—” Your uncle suddenly puts Jodi behind him and holds up a defensive hand up at you. You cower back and see the look of pure panic in Uncle Kent’s eyes. His shoulders heave and his breath is labored even though he was only standing still just a moment ago. Whatever Uncle Kent sees is a threat and not his niece. Your aunt is trying to get him to come to his senses but he’s stuck in fight or flight.

Up until this moment you’d always believed that your uncle would never hurt you.

It takes a moment, but eventually he comes to his senses and blinks a few times while looking towards you. The realization of what he just did hits him and his shoulders slump. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. Open fields like this… make me nervous.” You weren’t sure how to respond. The fear that just flashed through your body put you into a panicked state, but you knew Uncle Kent didn’t mean any harm. You didn’t have much time to think, because someone puts an arm around your shoulder and guides you away from the scene.

You look over to see Sam’s face laced with a twinge of worry; something you rarely experienced with his normal happy-go-lucky demeanor. “Sorry about that. Pops has been a little different since he came back from the war…” His voice trails off but he quickly replaces his somber look with his golden smile. “I’m glad you made it, though. You look great!” The two of you walk over to the tree where Abby and Sebastian are chatting, and rather stiffly, at that, from the looks of their posture. Either Sebastian was just generally anxious or things were still a bit awkward between the two. Both were very possible.

When Sebastian looks up to see you and Sam approaching he smiles widely, prompting Abby to turn around and give a wave. You lock eyes with your dance partner and can’t help but mirror his eager and infectious smile. The two of you are brought out of your dream-like exchange when Sam pushes you forward, causing you to trip and barrel right into Sebastian. “Tell my cousin how pretty she looks.” Sam gives a loud pat of Sebastian’s shoulder, who in turn looks back at you.

“You look beautiful.” He mutters only for your ears, adjusts your crooked flower crown for you, and helps you bring your balance back by taking your hand in his and gently guiding you until your feet are flat on the ground once again.

“You too. I mean—You also look nice. Not that guys can’t look pretty too… I’ll shut up now.” You almost go for a face palm but remember all the make up on your face. Sebastian’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle and it looks like he’s about to say something else, but stops himself. You remember Abby and Sam are also still standing close by before you turn back to the others, still holding Sebastian’s hand.

Sam smiles widely. “There’s still some time before the dance starts. We can go get some snacks; I’m sure Gus has cooked up yet another good meal.” He pulls Abby along and the two start to playfully bicker about who knows what.

The four of you chat for a few minutes near the refreshment table; laughing at Sam’s stupid jokes, listening to Abby vent about her online classes, and munching on yummy treats. All the while you catch Haley, Emily’s younger sister, give you the iciest of glares. If you were to guess, it was probably the flower crown atop your head; she also had one. The few interactions you had with Haley mostly included her remarks of disgust on the mud all over you, comments about your (lack of) fashion, and how much she hated living in Pelican Town. You didn’t want to get caught in her crosshairs, so when Mayor Lewis had called the dancers to get set up you hastily pulled Sebastian along to your starting positions for the dance.

Mayor Lewis’ words melted into the background as the two of you stared at each other. Well, it was more you were staring at him and he was avoiding your eyes like his life depended on it. No, he wasn’t necessarily avoiding your eyes, he was frantically looking around while stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Psst.” You try to get his attention. Nothing. You try again with another low whisper while Lewis yaps away. “Hey.” His eyes still anxiously dart as he fidgets with whatever’s in his pocket. Probably lint or the thread of his pants, no doubt.

“Sebastian.” He finally looks over to you and you give a soft, sweet smile. His breathing still seems a little ragged, but his shoulders slowly relax.

You don’t get much a chance to say or do anything else, because the music starts to play and you notice Sebastian’s posture stiffen. The first part of the dance involves the girls to flourish the skirts of their dresses in time with the music and then twirl, so you focus on the memories of practicing the dance with Abby and Leah. Then comes the part where the guys move forward towards the line of girls. You see Sebastian stumble a bit but despite his fumble he seems rather good on his feet, unlike poor Alex.

The music continues on, and you hear the cue for your line to move forward. The closer you move toward Sebastian the more you feel your heart rate grow. Less from nervousness and more from excitement. You’d been looking forward to this moment ever since he’d asked you to be his dance partner. Now it was time to begin the partner dance. You hold your hand up and Sebastian presses his palm against yours before you two walk in a circle while still pressing each other’s hands together. A spark of electricity courses through your body as your skin touches. His fingers twitch for a moment and you feel his muscles in his hand flex with hesitation. You slip your fingers between his and gently rub your thumb against his hand and give a reassuring squeeze as you go into another twirl.

The rest of the dance goes well, with Sebastian feeling more relaxed than when it had started, and the other festivities go off with a hitch. After the partner dance routine, Mayor Lewis thanks Evelyn for arranging all the flowers but also you for providing some. You try to make light of it, since you’d only donated a couple bundles of tulips, but your neighbors applaud. With Sam and little Vincent cheering the loudest you feel your face grow flush. It’d been much too long since you felt like you really mattered.

“Miss Y/N has been working her tail off on the old farm and is making progress on getting it back to its former glory.” You give a wave to everyone while glancing at your cousins. “Without further ado, enjoy the rest of your evening.” There were some games for the younger kids, but most of the townspeople socialized or danced to the music that continued. Sam dragged you out for a dance with him, and upon seeing his older brother do it Vince pouted until he got his turn.

The dance ended with a slow tune (this was a lot like your school dances now that you thought of it), and Sebastian tugged on your hand while leaning close to whisper in your ear. “Wanna leave?” You looked on at your aunt and some of the other couples swaying slowly with their partners. Sam was awkwardly dancing with… Penny, of all people. You remembered him having a crush on her when you were growing up, so it seems he finally got the guts to make some sort of move on her. Leah was dancing with Elliott; a drunken smile splayed across her face. And Abby… she was standing on the outskirts with her arms crossed and staring longingly towards your cousin and Penny. You could relate; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to experience that with Sebastian. He seems to notice your longing look and leans in once more. “Don’t worry, we can dance. I just… have something to show you first.”

The two of you bid your farewells, not without receiving looks of all varieties from your family members and friends, and take your leave. While you walk back towards town, you grasp his hand in yours effortlessly. The amount of times it had happened throughout the day made it feel more natural. “So, what did you want to show me?”

“Uh, well, I was thinking we’d take a ride tonight. It’s been awhile since I last took you out on my bike.”

“I’d love that.” You feel yourself want to bounce on your feet with anticipation and pick up your pace, practically dragging Sebastian behind you. You stop by the house to let Azzie back inside and walk with a hastened pace up the mountain path.

After getting equipped with a helmet you hop on the passenger seat of the bike and wrap your hands around Sebastian’s waist. He turns his head over his shoulder. “Ready?” You nod and without warning he gives a rev of the engine. You jump, squeeze around his waist a little tighter, give him a playful smack, and laugh. “Sorry, that’s my favorite part about my bike.” You can hear his playful smirk beneath the visor and he pushes off.

You’re reminded of your first date - it seemed like ages ago, but only a week or so had passed since the concert. The sight of the rolling hills passing by, the feeling of the wind blowing against the two of you, the fresh country air; it felt like pure freedom. The first time you rode you were much too afraid of letting go of Sebastian but also too afraid of the physical contact needed to help you feel secure on the fast bike. Today was different, though. You felt the thrill of the day’s events coursing through your veins and after throwing your hands above your head you let out an energized scream as if on a roller coaster. After wrapping your hands back around Sebastian’s waist you feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle and the ride continues without any issue.

You’re not sure how much time passes but eventually Sebastian slows down and pulls off to the side of the road. “Everything okay?” You tilt your head.

Sebastian tenses up and sways side to side. “Yeah. I just—uh—have a surprise for you. I need you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, okay?”

“Sure?” You raise a brow, though he can’t really see it behind your helmet visor, and close your eyes. “Okay, they’re closed.”

“No peeking!” He revs the engine of his bike and pulls back onto the desolate road. Keeping your word, your eyes are glued shut as you nuzzle your face into his back. At one point you feel him turn off the road and it feels like the bike is going uphill. It feels a little bumpier than the smooth pavement you were just on, so you guess that you’ve gone off road to some sort of dirt or unpaved path. A couple of the bumps were a little big, so you hold Sebastian a little tighter.

After a few minutes the bike comes to a slow stop and you feel Sebastian park the bike in its current spot. He dismounts, and takes your hands in his as he guides you to only he knows where. He lets go of you and you quickly miss the warmth of his hands around your own.“Okay, open your eyes.” You pull off your helmet and look towards Sebastian’s voice.

And you freeze at the breathtaking view before you. In the horizon you can see the lights of your old home, Zuzu City, in a way you’ve never seen it before. It looked so small from the cliffside that Sebastian had driven you to. A faint halo of light surrounds the city skyline and for a moment you’re able to forget a lot of the painful memories of the city.

“Pretty, right?” You nod. “This is kind of my secret spot. I usually come here on late night rides when I’m feeling stressed or I just need to think.” You understood why; the wind blew a soft breeze at this height, there was little to no sound, and the view was perfect. You could just imagine Sebastian dangling his feet over the edge with a lit cigarette in his mouth, sporting that look of concentration he has whenever he’s working on his computer. Or the look he gets when he feels anxious.

“It’s a very nice ‘secret spot.’” You tear your eyes off the skyline and feel your heart skip a beat when you catch Sebastian staring at you with a soft fondness.

Even after being caught he doesn’t break his smile, that is, until he begins to speak again. “I’ve never really brought anyone else up here.” Sebastian bashfully slouches and averts his gaze.

“I’m glad I get to be the only one who knows.”

“Me too…” he takes both of your hands in his and takes a deep breath. “There’s actually another reason why I brought you out here…” He lets go. “Close your eyes again.” You hear his footsteps slightly fade away towards his bike, listen to the compartment box he had added on this time open and shut, then hear his footsteps return to you. “Okay, you can open now.” Held out in front of you is a beautiful bouquet of brightly colored flowers wrapped up in colored plastic and tied off with a black bow. “I’ve never been much of a flower guy, but,” His voice trails off.

At first you didn’t know what to say. You had always loved flowers and had really only received some from your father on your birthday or other special occasions. “Oh Sebastian, they’re beautiful.” You accept them and admire the different flowers in the bundle. A couple of irises, tulips, pom daisies, and other filler to make it a beautiful ensemble of flowers. When you look back at him he looks slightly disappointed. “Did I say something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head. “No! I forget, you’re not really from here… Um, here in the Valley, when you’re gifted a bouquet of flowers—I never really cared for this tradition, but—well…” He starts to stutter and fumble on his words. You wait patiently, hoping he’ll get himself out of this anxious stupor. “I really like you, Y/N. I like sitting and doing nothing with you. I like that you’re patient with me. Ever since you moved into town I’ve been looking more forward to stuff outside of work and my room. What I’m trying to say is, um, ugh: Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” You don’t hesitate for a second after the words leave his mouth.

“Oh thank Yoba…” He mutters under his breath with a shaky chuckle and relaxes his shoulders.

The silence that falls between the two of you is only broken by the slight breeze billowing your hair, dress, and the bouquet of flowers in your hands. Then you remember something. “I believe my boyfriend,” Yoba, that was so good to say out loud, “promised me a dance, yeah?”

“I sure did, and I plan to keep my word.” He chuckles as you place the wrapped bouquet on the seat of his bike and meet him by the cliff side. Without a word he takes one of your hands in his and gingerly places his other on your waist. You rest your free hand on his shoulder and the two of you start to sway to the imaginary tune playing.

The gentle breeze helps to cool both your flushed skin, and you’re glad that not even the lights from the Zuzu skyline can illuminate your face to show how red your cheeks were at this moment. A part of you hoped you’d get used to this feeling; of feeling like a scared rabbit at his touch or with how close you were, but you weren’t sure if that day would ever come.

It was hard to tell how long the two of you were swaying with the wind, sharing each other’s warmth and anxious energy, but eventually Sebastian leans down and rests his forehead on yours. “Hey, Y/N?” His voice is just above the breeze blowing between you and rustling the leaves of the nearby trees.

“Yeah?”

He gently cups your face with his hand and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Can I— Can we—?” His face slowly leans closer to yours and without a word you mirror his movements and close the gap between you two. And, finally, you know how his lips feel against yours. Not just a quick peck on your cheek or your forehead. The feeling you’ve been longing for for much too long has finally come. It’s sweet. It’s electrifying. It almost makes you forget how to breathe, which you only break for a moment to do so before you lock lips once more. His hands rest on your hips and yours on his shoulders as you two sway in a more intimate slow dance than before.

Above you the stars twinkle. The two of you are silhouetted against the lights of Zuzu city as you both swing your legs over the edge of the cliff side. Sebastian’s powder blue coat rests on your shoulders and you lean your head on his shoulder. Oh to be able to sit in this moment forever. If only you could stay still in this moment much like a photograph. Even if you couldn’t, you knew you wouldn’t forget this night for days to come.

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