Cute Homecoming Poses Novels & Stories

Around us people have started to head home, the party quickly winding down. I see a flash from the bushes, but I write it off as a coincidence. No new photos of me have surfaced in at least a month, at least none that I wasn't paid to be in. My swimsuit fashion campaign came out today and it's received a lot of positive feedback. I'm so engrossed in this one video of a cat sneak attacking his owner that I don't even notice Liam getting into the water next to me. That is, until I hear his sultry voice in my ear. "I'll do it." He rasps while trailing a finger up my thigh. “But we have to make some rules."

They looked like they’d been ripped from the cover of some Homecoming catalog — confident, excited, not a hint of sweat. One of them, Tori from cheer, adjusted her sash and grinned at us. “You boys ready to be pretty for the cameras?” Reyes held up his helmet. “This is as pretty as it gets.” One of the other guys on the court — Allen, wide receiver, ridiculously pretty in that guy-who-knows-it way — shrugged. “I’m all about the Homecoming game. But this?” He gestured at the whole setup. “This is definitely more your thing than ours.”

She was buzzing, practically radiating excitement. “There you guys are! Okay, so we still haven't figured out the theme for homecoming butttttt…” she drawled with exaggerated excitement. “We’re leaning towards ‘Celestial City.’ I know, it's a little cheesy, but the lighting team can do wonders with blue and silver tulle, trust me,” Sarah rattled off, linking her arm through mine, perhaps hoping to transfer some of her nervous energy to me. “And look at these sketches for the photo booth backdrop. What do you think, Naomi? Should the crescent moon be silver or gold?”

“Homecoming court is over. The crowd—three thousand people—inhaled as one. Then they cheered louder than ever. Loudest for Jake and Linden, the king and queen they’d actually voted for. But every cheer for the freshman prince and princess Remy and I, was just as fierce. He kissed Me. It caught Me off guard. His lips were warm and soft I didn't want to let go. Everyone Cheered Louder. I blushed Seras looked at me. I looked at her. We looked at Jake and Linden. Jake grinned—warm, cedar-solid. “Welcome to the big leagues, freshmen.” Linden high-fived Seras. “Try to keep up.” The mist curled into Spirals and Maple Leafs, then dissolved into silver butterflies. Every butterfly carried a tiny four

The moment Julia opened the door, she was greeted by a cheerful atmosphere. Elijah was playing the piano, while Juliette was dancing along. Coby sat on the couch, clapping enthusiastically. "You're so pretty, Aunt Juliette!" They were the picture-perfect family of three. Suddenly, Juliette lost her footing and fell to the floor in a graceful tumble. As soon as she did, the piano let out a jarring, discordant sound. Elijah rushed to his feet and scooped her up, placing her gently on the couch.

He raises an eyebrow at us, challenging. “I could get Poppy if I wanted,” he states. “Get me to do what?” Poppy suddenly steps into the living room wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, her long auburn hair tied into a ponytail, with her glasses on, looking like the cutest thing on the planet. Her infectious energy can be felt as soon as she walks in, looking at us with an amused look on her face.

I saw Reed give Naya a slight nudge with his elbow before she jumped into action, trying to get me to go. “Nonsense, Kamari! You have to come! It’s the homecoming game, and the dance is Saturday night! You should come. If you want, we can get ready together even? After the halftime show, the squad sits in the stands, and I can introduce you to more of the girls. What do you say?” Naya asked, giving me her best convincing face with big, innocent, bright blue eyes and a slight pout. Reed followed suit with a similar look that you could tell they were related. I had to laugh at their attempt to convince me. At least I found a couple of possible friends here.

he asked. “No, I don’t want to. I just want everything to be bare” “All right. 1, 2, 3 and the camera will start shooting,” said the photographer. I make an L sign and put it on my chin. “Next pose” I just smiled in front of the camera and Gio did the same. “The last pose” Gio makes a heart sign using his left hand that makes me feel awkward. Should I put my right hand to it?

I was excited about homecoming for more than one reason. As it turned out, the dance part wasn't very exciting. It was held at a hotel just outside of town, in a non-descript room that reminded me more of setting for a business meeting than for a dance. The music was loud, the food was bland and there were far too many drunk people. But I didn't care, because Quinn was with me, and she was beautiful. She wore a short black dress with high heels that made her legs look endless, and her hair fell over her shoulders in a cascade. She smiled at me like I was the only guy in the room, and she danced with me to a slow song, her arms twined around my neck.

Looking up, I saw her talking to a certain white haired and I smiled and walked up to them, “hi.” “You finally showed up,” Christy said while Adrian only smiled and kissed my cheek, he started doing that on Wednesday and I liked it, a lot. “What’s up?” I asked. “Nothing much, just telling Adrian about our plan today.” “Are we still going ahead with that? Can’t we go on Monday?” I tried one last time. “Girl, homecoming is on Wednesday, by Monday, they won’t be good dresses in any shop and we need to look our best.”