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“Okay, I got this, yep, totally got this” hunters eye winced as he trudged down the school corridor. Today he was going to ask Willow, beautiful, strong, powerful and intelligent willow park out to Grom- he definitely wasn't shitting bricks at the idea alone. During his first year at Hexside he had come to realise that Grom was a big thing and if you wanted to let someone know you liked them, that this was the perfect time, if you messed it up, well then, you may as well jump off of the hand. he knew Grom was the first time that Luz had finally realised her feelings for amity, she had told him many times in a LOT of detail about how fabulous the night was- minus the trauma of course- but you know I don’t think anyone had more trauma then them at this point.
To be frank he didn’t know how he hadn’t confessed these great brand new ‘exciting’ feelings to Willow yet. Perhaps because every time he had come close to he felt like he was going to die. Anyways, he was going to succeed this time because he had a master plan: go to Willow, give her his gromposel gift and try to speak? Yes. This was perfect. He could do this. Totally.
Oh crap. He saw her. Dark hair shining in the dim corridor, eyes green as a field after a thunderstorm- staring directly at him. He flinched and just as he began to spin on his heel (causing a very ugly squeaking noise) her melodic voice sang out “Hey Hunter!”. Now he really couldn’t turn back. As he slowly walked towards her, gift securely tucked behind his back he felt his nerves growing, like a vine twisting up an infected tree- haha how fitting, he was the palistrom wood and she was the vine. Strangling him with her power and grace.
“Hello Willow” his eyes cracked as he murmured the barely audible words, she grinned encouragingly. He leant against the nearby locker, only to get sucked in by sharp metal teeth and a slobbering tongue- oh titan this was going all wrong. Alas, strong toned beautiful arms grasped his chest firmly and pulled him out- causing him to turn bright vermillion and limply drop the gift onto the dirtied rubber school floor- He winced and stared directly inter her eyes.
Okay, it was now or never. “ h-hey , Willow, um, I really need to tell you something but I don’t know how to say it um” he quickly bent down and seized the package from the floor, closing his eyes firmly and raising his shoulders as he got down into a kneeling position he spoke with all the confidence he could muster “ will you please accept my offer to go to Grom with me?”
After what felt like an eternity he opened one eye, then the other and nervously peered upwards. Willow was clasping her hands over her plush cheeks. “ HUNTER OF COURSE” she cried and immediately lifted him up, squeezing him so tightly he felt his rib cage might just snap in two. “ thanks so much” he managed to squeak out before he succeeded to slither out of her alarmingly strong grasp.
“Before I forget, I made you something, I know you might hate it and I don’t mind if you turn it into a dish rag or just throw it in the bin- but yeah, I hope you at least don’t hate it” his brown eyes stared softly into hers before he nervously bent down and retrieved the package that had previously been thrown to the side in the excitement of her affection.
She carefully took it from him and began tearing off the (already beaten) wrapper, underneath, little by little, sage green fabric was revealed- she threw the wrappers to the ground and let out an excited squeal- “Oh my! Hunter, you don’t understand how much I love this!” She held the dress gingerly and twirled it around, “ it’s so beautifully crafted, I can’t imagine how long this took you!” She smiled carefully “I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I appreciate you” She then took his calloused hands in hers as he shook, his plan had actually worked, he was now holding hands with the girl he loved most, and she adored her new dress! He couldn’t believe it. And to top it all off she wrapped him in the most comfortable hug he had ever experienced. So comfortable in fact that he just drifted away into a deep sleep. Curse Willow for being so lovely, curse his life for finally becoming what he had always dreamed of, and, curse those, hugs…