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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗 —

          MARISOL WALKED THROUGH THE SCHOOL HALLWAY BESIDE MOON. "I'm genuinely sorry, Moon. It seems like we've drifted and haven't spent much time together since last summer," she apologized, a trace of regret evident in the downturn of her lips. Moon responded with a light laugh, "It's all good, Mars. Life happens, and I get it. You've had a lot on your plate." Marisol acknowledged his understanding with a thoughtful hum, a small grin breaking across her face in appreciation.

Moon came to a stop near the water fountain, a mischievous smirk gracing her lips. "So, ready for the dance on Friday?" she teased. Marisol paused in front of her, shrugging her shoulders with a hint of indifference. "I suppose. Eli hasn't asked me out yet," she admitted, a touch of disappointment in her voice. Moon chuckled and, glancing behind Marisol, said, "I'd turn around if I were you. Looks like you might have just jinxed it." Marisol turned, curiosity painted on her face, to discover what awaited her behind.

A raised brow conveyed her confusion. "What?" she inquired before turning around. There, Eli stood with a bouquet of flowers, flanked by Miguel and Demetri holding a poster. Marisol's mouth dropped open in sheer astonishment. The unexpected sight left her simultaneously shocked and giddy, her stomach aflutter with nervous excitement. A soft grin formed on her lips as Eli made his way toward her. Glancing over her shoulder at the poster, curiosity flickered in her eyes before she turned her attention back to Eli.

The post read:

Marisol Katrina Cervantes,

Will you go to Junior prom with me and be my 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅?

Marisol's eyes met the boy's, and he nervously posed the question, "So, what's your answer?" His stomach fluttered, and a deep scarlet hue colored his face. Sensing his anticipation, Marisol gently cupped his face, leaning in to share a soft, lingering kiss. The initial tenderness evolved into an intensified exchange, sparks seeming to fly between them.

As she kissed him with a newfound passion, he embraced the sensation, savoring the touch of her lips that had been absent for over a year since their breakup. The moment held a mix of emotions, a blend of longing and rekindled connection between the two.

She delicately pulled her lips away, a subtle clicking sound marking the end of their kiss. Eli, wearing puppy dog eyes, stared at her, a reminiscent echo of their first kiss. In that charged moment, they locked eyes, surrounded by the audible reactions of impressed students.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," she exclaimed, the words punctuating the air. Eli's face lit up with a grin. Swiftly, he enveloped her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around. The combination of Marisol's delighted squeals and giggles filled the space, creating a joyous atmosphere. Their shared happiness became a vibrant celebration, signaling the start of a new and exciting chapter in their relationship.

Sam's grip tightened on the drawstring of her backpack, her eyes narrowed in a determined glare aimed at Eli. Tory stood beside her, wearing a smug smirk. Although Tory found some amusement in the tension between Marisol and Eli, her expression shifted as she remembered the newfound obligation to be civil to Sam. A subtle conflict played out on Tory's face – amused by the situation yet cautious of the delicate balance she now had to maintain with Sam.

Friday night arrived swiftly. Marisol, brimming with happiness and excitement, gazed into her vanity mirror while Natasha expertly styled her hair. "Вы прекрасно выглядите. Я не могу дождаться, когда увижу лицо Илая, когда он увидит тебя," Natasha spoke in Russian, her efforts to teach Marisol more of the language evident in the encouragement.

TRANSLATION: You look lovely. I can't wait to see Eli's face when he sees you.

Marisol couldn't help but giggle, her face flushing as Natasha worked on her second braid, causing a slight grunt when it tugged at her hair. "Sorry," Natasha mumbled. "Думаю, я хорошо выгляжу, но платье такое красивое," Marisol exhaled, her admiration for the dress evident. Natasha smiled at her, beginning to fashion her hair into a low bun adorned with braids.

TRANSLATION: I guess I look okay, but the dress is so beautiful.

A scoff escaped Natasha's lips, her thick Russian accent infusing a distinctive charm. "Okay? You look gorgeous," she complimented, prompting a nervous giggle from Marisol. As the final touches to Marisol's look were put in place, Natasha couldn't help but be curious, "So, did you wear this dress to your prom too?" The question lingered in the air, weaving a thread of shared experiences between them.

Natasha hummed, a hairpin delicately held between her lips as she worked. "Hope your dad is terrorizing Eli downstairs, Я знаю, что у него не будет никаких проблем с Деметрием, но Эли... вау," she rambled, her words weaving a tale of anticipation. Placing the last hairpin into Marisol's hair, Natasha leaned forward, adjusting a few strands delicately. She then grasped the curling stick, skillfully working on the front pieces, adding a touch of elegance to Marisol's already stunning look.

TRANSLATION: I know he won't have any problems with Demetri, but Eli.. woah.

Marisol casually shrugged her shoulders, the decision to include Demetri in their plans stemming from Yasmine's absence in Australia. Both Eli and Marisol felt it was only fair not to leave Demetri hanging, and he agreed to join them with the understanding that he wouldn't be subjected to witnessing their affectionate moments. As the evening preparations unfolded, Natasha chimed in energetically, exclaiming, "Okay, make-up!" – redirecting the attention to the upcoming night's festivities.

Eli and Demetri waited patiently downstairs, the air charged with unspoken tension. Eli, positioned near the stairs, absently rocked back and forth on his heels. Demetri engaged in conversation with George, trying to bridge the gap between them. However, George's occasional nasty glares towards Eli revealed the lingering animosity. The unease between them heightened, exacerbated by the fact that Eli and Marisol were dating again, reigniting a history that carried more weight than before.

Eli released a soft exhale, his eyes widening as he cast a tender gaze upon Marisol. With Natasha by her side, Marisol carefully descended the stairs, the elaborate length of her dress creating a captivating cascade. Natasha's watchful guidance ensured each step was executed gracefully, preventing any potential mishaps that could arise from the intricacies of the stunning, but challenging, attire.

Eli couldn't help but express his admiration, his cheeks tinged with a bright red hue. "You look absolutely gorgeous... breathtaking," he complimented, his sincerity evident. Meanwhile, George, slightly exasperated, rolled his eyes at Eli's romantic remark. "You look amazing, sweetheart," George added, brushing shoulders with Eli. In a fatherly gesture, he gave his daughter a side hug while subtly giving Eli a skeptical side-eye.

Demetri, sensing the moment, rocked back and forth on his heels, injecting a touch of lightness into the scene. "Pictures?" he proposed, showcasing the camera he brought for the occasion. Marisol's face lit up with excitement as she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes!" she exclaimed, eager to capture the special moments of the night.

Marisol skillfully orchestrated the photo session, weaving between Demetri and Eli, then adjusting the frame to include just Eli and, subsequently, her parents. Each click of the camera captured a cascade of beautiful memories. However, amidst the joy, Marisol couldn't shake the absence of Mila, who was off at Anthony's, even after his grounding for bullying—a fact that left Marisol contemplating the complexities of their friendship.

With the photo session concluded, Natasha, in her thick Russian accent, declared, "All right, munchkins! I'll drive you," sparking a shared look between Eli and Marisol as they anticipated the next chapter of their evening.

Marisol, succumbing to boredom, blew a raspberry, the monotony of the situation evident. Meanwhile, Eli grappled with ongoing harassment from both online platforms and his school peers due to his unconventional haircut. The impact was significant, to the extent that it took Eli a considerable amount of time to gather the courage to invite Marisol to prom. The fear of judgment loomed large, but with the encouragement of Demetri, Hollis, and Miguel, Eli eventually overcame his apprehensions and asked Marisol to be his prom date.

Marisol leaned forward, cradling her head in her palm as she observed Sam and Miguel dancing. Despite their friendship-only status for the event, the lingering tension between them was unmistakable. Miguel's recent disclosure about being bisexual and Sam's loose identification as pansexual added layers to their dynamics.

In another part of the room, Hollis engaged with his basketball friends, including Kyler. Marisol, incredulous, shook her head in disbelief, letting out a scoff. "Can't believe my cousin is friends with Kyler. That piece of shit," she muttered under her breath, a mix of surprise and disapproval coloring her expression.

Eli emitted a content hum, leaving a gentle kiss on Marisol's cheek. Meanwhile, Demetri expressed his discontent, lazily stirring his punch with a lollipop. "This sucks. Prom without a date is like Halloween with no candy. There's no point," he complained, his frustration evident.

Marisol, engaged in her own preparation, puckered her lips as she applied lip gloss. Clicking her tongue, she closed the lip gloss with the cap, replying, "At least we're not the only ones in for a boring night. I heard Logan Wang's after-party got canceled because his little brother got into a middle school fight with Anthony and my sister. Thank fuck my dad doesn't know. Anthony and Kenny covered for her ass, saying she wasn't part of it and only saw what happened." The mix of frustration and relief colored the atmosphere as they navigated the highs and lows of prom night.

Demetri's expression turned blank as he stared at her. "Is that supposed to make us feel better? That everyone else's night is ruined?" he questioned, his skepticism cutting through the attempts at consolation.

She nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, it's literally the definition of 'misery loves company.' I heard Mila say it once," she added, drawing on Mila's words to capture the essence of their shared predicament.

"Demetri," a voice resonated, prompting Eli and Marisol to exchange surprised glances. "Yasmine?" they chorused in unison as Demetri turned to find her approaching. Yasmine, donned in a striking red dress, immediately captured Demetri's attention.

"Oh my—Jessica Rabbit! What are you doing here?" Demetri gasped, genuinely impressed by her glamorous appearance. Yasmine twirled with a grin, exuding confidence as she replied, "I just flew in." The unexpected reunion infused a burst of energy into the prom night, catching everyone off guard with Yasmine's entrance.

"W- What about your dad's wedding?" he nervously inquired. Yasmine nonchalantly shrugged, pulling him into a side hug. "Oh, I'll get back in time. You're more important," she chuckled, playfully tugging on his bow tie with a teasing smile. Marisol observed this interaction, scrunching her nose slightly, her eyes flickering to Eli, who wore a proud grin. Both Marisol and Eli couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for Demetri in that significant moment.

In the midst of Marisol's lukewarm feelings towards Yasmine, the sight of her bringing happiness to Demetri couldn't be denied. As Yasmine and Demetri engaged in flirtatious banter and exchanged kisses, Yasmine emitted a playful hum. "Come on, girls and guys. Let's dance!" she exclaimed, pulling on Demetri's arm and enthusiastically guiding him to the dance floor. Despite any reservations, there was a palpable sense of joy as the group joined in, swept up by the lively atmosphere Yasmine had set in motion.

Marisol exchanged an encouraging look with Eli. "I- I don't know," Eli trailed off, uncertainty clouding his expression. Marisol, feeling a tinge of impatience, let out a groan. Taking matters into her own hands, she seized him by the collar of his shirt, connecting her lips onto his. Eli responded with passion, placing his hand on her hip and reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor.

As Marisol pulled away with a triumphant smirk, she posed the question, "Now will you dance with me?" Eli cracked a grin, looking at her as though she were a vision. "Yes," he answered, surrendering to the enchantment of the moment.

She giggled, her laughter infusing the air with infectious joy as she tugged Eli's arm, coaxing him onto the dance floor. Amid upbeat greetings to Moon and Demetri, they joined the lively throng, jumping, dancing in carefree circles, and savoring the magic of the night.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the outside world muted in comparison to the anticipation buzzing between Marisol and Eli. They navigated the familiar path through Eli's home, the creaking floorboards beneath their steps a silent witness to the clandestine adventure.

Eli's room welcomed them with a soft glow from the desk lamp, creating an intimate haven within the otherwise silent house. Marisol perched on the edge of Eli's bed, a playful glint in her eyes. Eli, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, took a seat beside her.

Marisol's gaze held a mischievous spark. "Alone time, huh?"

Eli chuckled, glancing around. "Yeah, Mom's on the night shift. We've got the place to ourselves."

As they settled into the room, the air crackled with unspoken energy. Marisol's grin hinted at the shared anticipation, and Eli couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull drawing them closer.

"I'm glad you're here," Eli confessed, his voice a soft murmur. "We don't have to rush anything. Let's just enjoy the moment."

Marisol's smile softened. "I agree. No rush, just us."

They eased into a rhythm of conversation, weaving tales and sharing laughter. The ambiance shifted, and the chatter dwindled into a comfortable silence. Eli's hand, warm and gentle, found its way to Marisol's face as he leaned in. Their lips met in a slow dance, an exploration of shared affection.

The kiss was a tender exchange, a delicate mingling of emotions and connection. Eli's fingers traced gentle patterns on Marisol's back, while she ran her hands through his hair. The room became a sanctuary, the soft rustle of fabric and the steady heartbeat creating a melody unique to their moment.

In the simplicity of the kiss, time seemed to stretch, allowing them to savor each nuance. Eventually, they eased back, breathless yet content. Their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Eli's smile held a mixture of gratitude and contentment. "Thank you for being here."

Marisol mirrored the sentiment with her own smile. "Anytime, Eli. Anytime." The room, bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp, held the echoes of a shared moment, a testament to the delicate beauty of their connection.

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ash speaks!

I apologize for the fact that this chapter sucks, but it's hard cause Eli had barely no scenes at Prom and like had no screentime in season four and five. BUT let's all pray that every character in season six gets enough screentime (20-40 mins the minimum) and each episode is like an hour and 20 minutes long like stranger things s4 and the last two episodes are like 2 hours long cause every character deserves absolutely more screentime.

Anyways, I hate writing smut. I don't even know how to write it, so.. yeah. They are seventeen, so it's not really weird for them. They are over the age of consent which is 16!!

One more chapter to go and season five!! But this book is coming close to an end until season six🥲