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February was in full swing at Auradon Prep, which meant one thing: Valentine’s Spirit Week. Every year, couples from across the school signed up to battle through a series of increasingly ridiculous challenges for nothing more than bragging rights, a small trophy, and the satisfaction of being crowned Auradon's Best Couple in the upcoming yearbook. Vibrant posters covered the corridors, whilst sign-up sheets appeared in homeroom classes, and the usually empty running track was full of determined couples, preparing themselves for any challenge that could be thrown their way.
Last year, Chloe and Max had barely scraped a win against Luis and Red as Luis dropped from the final challenge due to food poisining from Red’s questionable cooking. Ever since then, Max took every opportunity to rub his victory in Red and Luis’ faces, much to Chloe’s dismay.
“Don't worry, lovebirds. Silver's still a nice colour, ain’t that right Chlo?"
"You know, winning really changes a person."
"Sorry, we couldn't hear you over the sound of being last year's champions."
Red was extremely fed up. She knew that they would have won if it wasn’t for Luis’ food poisoning. And with every day that passed, Max’s constant flaunting was really starting to drive her crazy. On the other hand, Luis was somehow able to laugh it off, even when he could feel Red’s hand tightening in his.
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The couple were supposed to be having a relaxed night, and were meant to be watching a movie Luis had picked out. Red, however, was biting her cheek with her arms crossed as she stared at the wall ahead that was covered in polaroid pictures of the couple, instead of the TV. Her face flushed with frustration as she thought back to losing last year, and she just couldn’t let it go like Luis had been advising her to do.
“Hearts?” Luis said as he brushed away strands of her long, wavy hair out of her face, gently trying to nudge her out of her thoughts.
“Mmhmm?” she hummed noncommittally, her gaze unmoving.
“I thought you were going to watch the movie with me.” he continued, still smoothing Red’s hair.
“I am, yeah. Sorry.” she said, blinking as if coming back to herself.
“Are you still annoyed about last year?” he asked knowingly.
She groaned, “Yup. If Max didn’t go on about it so much maybe I wouldn’t think about it. I can’t stand another year of his constant boasting about winning that stupid competition.”
“Then we’ll win this year’s competition.” he said simply, as if it was an obvious solution.
“You said it was a one-off because Hazel dared us,” she said, frowning. “I don’t want you getting roped into this just because I can’t stand losing to Max and Chlo.”
“If it matters to you, then it definitely matters to me Hearts. It’ll be fun anyways, especially with you.” he smiled, continuing to smooth Red’s hair.
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The next morning, the couple found themselves practicing couples poses in the middle of Luis’ dorm. Red’s hair was tied up in a loose, messy bun. She had ditched her usual leather style for a black tanktop and baggy, red sweatpants. Luis re-adjusted his white top and re-tied his khaki shorts.
“Right, let’s try this pose,” she said, shifting into position. “But do not drop me, Luis, because I swear to–”
“Relax Princesa, you’ll be fine.” he laughed, glancing at the pose she had pointed to on his laptop.
Luis moved towards the bed, bending over to a 90 degree angle, he braced himself by putting his hands up by his head and against the wall.
“Drag my desk chair over and try and get on my back that way” he instructed.
“Aye, aye, Captain!” she shouts, deepening her voice to imitate Hazel.
Red dragged the chair over, humming to herself as she did. Once she was close enough, she stood on the chair facing away from him, then carefully lowered herself down onto his back.
“Luis do not mov– Oh my god!” Red exclaimed, reluctantly lifting her legs from the chair.
“Hearts, I promise I won’t drop you,” he said gently. “Just lie back.”
She reluctantly laid back into him, her back resting against his as she lifted her legs upward, extending them straight up into the air so her body formed a 90-degree shape just like the picture. She wobbled abit, trying to find her balance before finally relaxing.
“Spades, we are so winning!” she said, eyes bright with determination.
Luis huffed a quiet laugh. “We haven’t even figured out how to get you down yet.”
“Easy fix.” Red snorts.
“Don’t–”
Red rolled off of Luis’ back, landing on the floor with a thud.
“Or do.” he rolled his eyes jokingly before extending his hand out to help her up.
“Thank you, kind sir.” she laughed, dusting her hands off on her pants once upright.
“Anytime, M’lady.” he smirked, grabbing his phone.
Red grabbed her bottle from his nightstand, as Luis walked over and opened his front camera and lifted his phone up.
“Say hi, Red!” he called out.
Red turns around to see his phone and made a heart with her hands.
“Beautiful as always.” he smiled, looking at the picture before posting it.
‘@redofhearts my favourite stuntwoman 💪❤️’
She hit his arm jokingly, seeing the caption. They laid down on his bed finally, exhaling.
“We’re so gonna win.”
“I have no doubts, M’lady.”