"hey yn," Fraser whispered as he gently shook you awake. You woke with a start but calmed down knowing it was him and not a kidnapper or worse... your dad. You smiled and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth cause you wasn't about to kiss or hug him with your stank morning breath. Once you got out you took the chance to actually notice him. How good he looked in that tux. Yes him and the tux where splattered in red dyed corn syrup or as we like to call it blood but that didn't make a difference. His face a nice shade of crimson red along with the side of his tux made it seem like he'd just witness a rather gory and blood filled death but that was the goal.

You put on your dress and looked at it in the mirror. If you weren't about to splatter it in corn syrup this might actually be romantic for the two of you. "Ready?" He said and you nodded. You pulled out the tub of corn syrup and made your way to your bathtub. He dipped his two hands into the syrup and flicked them at you making you flinch and close your eyes. He continued to spray you all over with fake blood but not enough to make the whole dress look red. But enough to scare people that you pass by away.

You got the idea from Scream. Not the wedding dress and tux but the method of fake blood you used. They used it and that's how this whole idea came to life. "Ready?" Fraser said and you nodded knowing there is no going back since you already got your self all dolled up. You two sneak out of the house without waking your mom and took his hand as you left the house. You both head to one of the only 24 hour bar in the neighborhood. You two planned this very strategically.

"Hey can I get two pints of beer?" Fraser asks and pats the table as we both sit down. We get strange stares and some whispers circle around the room but you guys ignore them and look at the bartender straight on. "I can't serve minors." He simply says and continues making cocktails. You simply shove your hand into the front of my dress, where your boob is specifically, and take out and ID and $20. The ID and money where both fake but I would never tell him that. "Alright but what about yours?" He says and points at Fraser. He slides it out and places it on the table.

The bartender shrugs and pours two pints in its classic glass cups. We take them and chug them leaving the bartender to become wide eyed. "What?" I say and wipe my mouth from some of the liquid that came down the corners of my mouth as we where chugging. "Kids these days," he says and we both stare at him blankly. Then begin to loudly laugh as if people weren't already staring at us. "What the fuck is so funny," the bartender says and you two smile. You say nothing but open the plastic door to the refrigerated alcohol and grab a 12 pack of beers.

You guys exit and the stares follow us. Then you lovebirds head to the beach hand in hand Fraser holding the beers in one hand and you holding a large branch that you found while walking and you drag it down the road. You finally made it to the beach so you kick off your heels and leave it there. You don't really care if someone cares if someone steals them, it's first off like 4 in the morning and second they weren't very expensive so you wouldn't mind.

You walk in the sand, slowly, but not slowly enough so you sink. You take in the breeze that smelled of the ocean and smiled to your self. The sun did already start coming out and people where starting to run or workout near the shore so you laid yourself onto the sand and Fraser followed suit. He planted the beers into the sand and took one out for the both you you. You got it open with your teeth and took a sip from it. A few beers later and you both where wasted.

"Ok ok so, what did the old man say before he kicked the bucket?" You say and his eyes go wide. "Oh no don't joke like that," he says as if he's heard the joke before. "'Hey watch me kick this bucket!'" You say and his face slowly lights up and soon enough we're both hysterically laughing. "Ok I got one!" Fraser says and you smile. "Why couldn't the orphan play baseball?" he asks and you smile. "Why couldn't he?" You respond, the look of amusement evident on your face. "Because he had no home to run to!" he says and you guys loose it. Everyone on the beach are either distanced or staring at you two. "We are too much," you say and calm down a lot more. "Yeah," Fraser says and you lay back down and he joins you. You both then black out on the beach and Fraser's moms have to go and pick your drunk asses up.

Alright so this has to be my favorite chapter yet

I will be copy and pasting this for Miles imagines soooooo

Stay swag ya'll