Fantastic Foursome Imagines

            You sat on your bed, typing on your laptop. Your were working on a paper for English. You heard something hit your window. You sat your laptop aside and walked over to your window, pushing back the curtains. Dan was motioning for you to open it. You glanced at your door, then back at him, unsure. Fuck it, you thought, undoing the lock. You pushed the window up quietly and looked at him. "Yeah?" you asked.

            His eyes were bright. He quickly ducked to the side, then reappeared. You could tell something was behind his back. "[Y/N]," he started, slowing bringing it out, "Will you go to prom with me?" he finished, revealing a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

            You smiled at him, not really knowing what to say. You wanted to go, but you knew your mum would never let you. It was Saturday, and being on the PTA, she already knew about it. It would be suspicious if you ducked out claiming to do something else. "I-I'd love too, but..."

            "I know," he cut you off, "Your mum, but I had a thought."

            You sat forward, ready to listen. He shook his head, smiling. "Come here," he said, reaching out his arms.

            You glanced back at the door, then threw your legs over the windowsill. He took your arms and pulled you over. You fell into his lap, giggling. He closed his window and his curtains. "You know," you said, "Unless my mum thinks that I've jumped from a two story window, that won't help too much if she comes into my room."

            "Oh, well," he shrugged, going to sit on his bed.

            "Well?" you said, following him. "What was your plan?"

            He lied down and you curled up to him. He smiled, putting his arm around you. "It isn't too intricate, but I was thinking you could get into a fight with your mum, then lock yourself in your room. You could come over here, we could sneak off to prom together, and we'd come back."

            You frowned. "There's a bit of a problem. One, we still don't know exactly who is keeping an eye on us, and two, I don't have a lock on my door."

            He frowned, too, not saying anything.

            "But..." you murmured. "You're worth it. I'll risk it."

            He smiled, pulling you closer to him and kissing you. You separated, frowning. "I should probably go," you said, standing up.

            He stood up too, giving you one last kiss. You walked over to his window and opened it, climbing back into your room. "Wait!" he called quietly. You looked back over at him. He held out your roses. "Don't forget your flowers," he said.

            You smiled, taking them.

            ***

            It was Saturday, seven thirty. The prom was in a half hour. You looked in the mirror, checking your hair and make-up one more time. You weren't wearing your dress, considering you didn't want to have to climb to Dan's house in it. It was in his room, and had been there since you got it. You had both planned the entire endeavor out as much as possible. An hour ago, on schedule, you had gotten into a fight with your mum about the fact that she wouldn't let you go to prom. Then, you ran upstairs and got ready. Now, you were waiting for Dan to open his window.

            He opened it and held out his hands, you took them and carefully climbed in. He went to his closet and took out your dress, handing it to you. He had taken good care of it, as he had promised. You slipped into your dress and changed your shoes from converse to heals, just as he stepped out of the bathroom. You smiled. He was wearing a suit.

            "Wow," you both said simultaneously, then laughed.

            "You look great in that dress," he said.

            You looked down at your dress. It was blue and strapless. It had a silvery ribbon below your bust and sparkles that covered your chest and lessened as the dress went on. It was flow-y, which you liked. "You look great in that suit," you said.

            "You were right about the tie," he added, "It does match your dress perfectly."

             He stepped over to you and took your hand. Out of his pocket, he took a corsage, and put it on your wrist. He put his arm around your waist and you both walked downstairs. His parents were waiting at the door, excited looks on their faces.

            "Oh!" his mum shouted. "You both look beautiful!"

            "I know she does," Dan said, smiling.

            You blushed. "Come! Time for pictures!" his mum said.

            You leaned over to Dan. "She's quite enthusiastic," you whispered.

            He rolled his eyes. "She's been wanting us to date for ages," he replied.

            "There's another difference between our mums."

            He nodded. You both went down the stairs and posed in front of the door. He had his arms on your waist, while you held onto his hands. The typical prom picture. Then you did a few different ones, including one of you two kissing, and left. You both had to practically beg his mum since she was having so much fun playing photographer.

            The dance was in the gym, which had been decorated with cheap decorations from some party store, but it didn't matter. You only cared about the fact that you were there with Dan. He took your hand and led you to the dance floor and you placed your arms around his neck, which was hard because he was so tall but worked because he pulled you in so close, and he had his arms around your waist. You placed your head on his chest and you both swayed to the music. His heartbeat was ringing in your ears, and you knew yours was just as fast, if not faster, than his.

            "Dan!" Phil called.

            You both stopped abruptly and turned to face him, irritated. "What?" he asked.

            "[Y/N]'s mum was just in the hallway!"

            You stepped away from Dan and began looking around, not knowing exactly what you're doing. "Shit! What am I supposed to do?"

            "Uh-"

            "For starters, be grounded," the voice was familiar, and certainly angry. Yep, it was your mum.

            "No!" Dan yelled, stepping forward. "It isn't her fault, I was the one who suggested she do it!"

            "Which is exactly why you're a bad influence on her!" she said before grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

            "Stop it!" you screamed. "Mum, stop it! You can't stop me from seeing him!"

            "I can sure as hell try."

            She took you back home and forced you to your room. Not like you'd want to be anywhere near her, anyways. An hour or so later, she came upstairs.

            "Don't even try to apologize."

            "I'm not. But trust me, you'll be thanking me for this."

            "What?"

            She walked past you to your window and set a few things down, beginning to do something. "What are you doing?" you asked.

            "I'm installing a lock on your window so you can't sneak out anymore."

            "What? You're insane! This is unfair!" you screamed. "That isn't going to stop me from seeing him!"

            "Well it seems to be the main problem."

            You stood up. "No! You're the main problem! You can't stop me from seeing the guy I love!"

            She didn't say anything else. After she was done, she left the room with the few tools in hand. You ran to the window to attempt to open it, but it was useless. You sat down and you could feel the tears gathering in your eyes. No, you thought, I'm not going to just sit here and take this. You jumped up and got out of your dress, switching to sweatpants and a t-shirt. You flung your door open and ran down the stairs, past your mum and out the door.

            "Where are you going?" she yelled after you.

            You ignored her, running to Dan's house. You rang the doorbell and Dan quickly answered. You stepped in past him. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

            "Where are your parents?" you asked him, ignoring his question.

            "I'll go get them."

            You heard the doorbell ring but ignored it, waiting for his parents to get down. He came back a few moments later, his parents trailing behind. "What's going on?" they asked.

            "You need to talk to my mum," you said.

            Dan took your hand and led you upstairs as you heard the door open and muffled voices begin to speak. You both sat on Dan's bed, just looking at each other. He kept running his thumb over your hand and you kept smiling, just wanting to savor this moment. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

            "Yes?" Dan asked.

            The door opened and you looked at your mum. She stepped in and sighed. "Fine, you can date."