Your POV:

You walked up to Felix, feeling happy that you were here with an actual team. He smirked. "Miss me already?" He teased. You rolled your eyes.

"You know I could of went to Locus or something." You muttered under my breath. He raised an eyebrow.
Is it hot in here, or is it Felix?

"Is that so?" He said, inching closer. You smirked and nodded. "Hey, can you guys stop! I don't want to see you two making out or something." Sarge yelled from red base. You blushed and backed away, a little bit disappointed. You quickly ran away from Felix but bumped in Wash, who had Tucker trailing behind him.

"Who you running from?" Wash asked, wrapping his arms around Tucker's waist. You mentally awed at the sight. The two were perfect for each other.

You panted. "Felix." You replied. He nodded. You were about to run again when until you heard a voice behind you.

"I know a hiding spot." Simmons said shyly, his helmet off. Most. Adorable. Person. Besides. Caboose.

You blushed and nodded, following him quickly. You ended up in his side of the base, where he shared a room with Grif. You stared in awe at Simmon's side of the room. He was neat, with small bookshelf pressed against the wall. "Your-"You got cut off when warm lips were on yours. Holy shit Richard Dick Simmons is kissing me. You hesitated but kissed back after a few seconds.

You heard a sudden thud of a wrapped package.

"Simmons, what is she doing in my room?"