Grand Entrance

This was probably a little too much.

Scratch that, this was way, way too much.

Dorian needed a proper entrance, though. Something that caught the entire school's eye in a snap. It probably wasn't going to be an overwhelmingly favored entrance, but it was definitely something people won't forget — not that Dorian necessarily needed to be recognized, he already was fairly popular, as the Alliance leader and all-around popular kid. He just needed everyone to acknowledge he was running, with a capital R, bolded and underlined. Once they had their heads turned, then he'll properly talk to them. For now, he was going to live as every edgy teenager's fantasy popular kid rival.

The first was the limo. Of course he had a bloody limo. There were strobe lights at the hood of the car and the back, flashing rainbow lights, with a rock band playing a cool version of his campaign jingle, even adding in new verses. Dorian sat at the back with several dancer girls, burying his face in his hand and giggling. This was awful. So tacky. People were going to be impressed, which made it even worse. As soon as they reached the front of the school, two guys went out and shot confetti cannons, then rolled up the British flag carpet. Six hot, skimpily dressed dancers lined up the sides of the carpet, dancing to the beat of the jingle. Time to pretend he really was Tony Stark levels ham! Dorian scrubbed his face, giggling uncontrollably, slapping the sides of his face to psyche himself up before stepping out of the limo like a hotshot millionaire, blowing kisses at the students around the Courtyard. "Vote Crawford 2016 for Student Council President! You won't regret it!"

In the same wavelength, yet again. If there was anyone he expected would capitalize at that exact time, it was Logan. He grabbed something in the air, as if catching Logan's kiss, and pressed it to his chest. He went back to the crowd and shook hands with people, smile bright, demeanor charming as ever. Dorian had a lot of mundane superpowers, and one of those was talking to everybody in a crowd at once. While he did so, several people with more supplies stepped out of the limo and stacked the boxes beside Logan's booth.

As soon as the bulk of the crowd dissipated, Dorian ran over to Logan and picked him up, spun him a little. He ruffled his hair. "Good job on the campaigning, bunny! Did you clear out the buttons?"

Dorian laughed and put him down when Logan whispered to him. He knew, he knew. He was just so excited. Nobody would begrudge him of a little playfulness, right? He took the box with a smile, went over to the booth and stacked more in his arms. "Of course not! You're a one of a kind running mate, a real doll."

Dorian waited for Logan to get to the other boxes, bouncing a little in place with pent up energy. "Come on, bunny, we need to set up at the other side of the school now. We need to be ready for when lunch break rolls around. I got a guy to build us a booth near the cafeteria." It was devious! He grinned.

"Oh, this is much better than Christmas, bunny. Votes and prestige, what's not to to love?" He grinned. It was still pretty early when they reached the booth. Dorian pulled out his swiss army knife and cut through the tape, putting out an assortment of election-themed buttons, notepads, pens, bracelets, and stickers.

He checked his watch. It wouldn't be long now.

As he stood with Logan near the booth, he hummed innocently as he dug through his jacket. He pulled out a small gift, wrapped in flossy pink paper, and offered it to Logan. "Here," he said, without much of an explanation.

It was an artistically decorated Delacroix VP 2016 button in gold and pastels. He wasn't sure if Logan campaigned like he did, but he wanted to show his support.

Dorian watched Logan's reaction to the gift with a wide grin, laughing softly as he stuttered. This was the sort of thing that made Dorian a fantastic gift-giver — relevant themes, a whole lot of thoughtfulness, and the element of surprise. He felt very soft then, heart all gooey in his chest. He stroked his cheek briefly, aching to hold and kiss him. He shouldn't. He wanted to.

"I love you too. You're my sunshine." His grin grew confident. "Of course! It'll be like always. Dorian and Logan, standing at the top. These losers don't stand a chance."

As if to challenge his confidence, he heard the school bells ring. He shushed Logan, reaching out to touch his arm lightly. He furrowed his eyebrows. It was silent first — the calm before the storm. Everyone was moving their way. Dorian perked up, readying his speeches, preparing to hand out buttons.