GENRE: fluff!
WARNINGS: none, making out lol
NOTES: for these kings who wanted the part 2
Pixie0620 heeyylol poopnugget2001 diggorysweasley i searched what year apocalypse came out and it was the same year as octopussy so enjoy this lol.

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"Hey, you coming?" He asked over his shoulder, his hand paused on the handle of the car door as he waited for you. You were a couple of meters away, saying something to Jubilee just before you left to go to the mall with Scott after school on a Friday. She was giggling, and you were blushing, looking as beautiful as ever in the afternoon sunlight.

He'd gotten permission from the Professor, and manage to strategically avoid asking anyone else to come along with you guys like he usually did. Not that he wanted to be alone with you or anything (he'd never admit that to anyone, anyways). For the first time in a while, he really felt nervous about something. He hoped he'd say the right thing, and that he wouldn't embarrass himself around you. God, he'd do anything to have you think well of him.

And standing there, with your Star Wars shirt that you'd brought at the premiere you went to with your other friends, tucked into your shorts, with your hair pulled up in a pom pom - and for some reason Scott thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He'd give anything to see you smile like you were when you walked toward him, beaming in excitement. "Hey, stud," you greeted as you came closer, and you swore you saw his face heat up despite the way he rolled his eyes.

His heart was thumping by the time you were both sat in the car. He and Peter would usually take shifts on the wheel, being the eldest, and this time was no different. You liked to watch him while he drove, because he was extra focused, and you could look at him all you wanted without repercussions. Whenever you took the car as a group, you volunteered to be up front with him. The two of you were known as an inseparable duo, and you knew that came with its rumors. Jubilee, your best friend, and Alex (his brother) were the most adamant about it; secretly counting down the days until the two of you would finally just come clean, and get together.

For now, you watched the way he looked as he shifted gears, his jaw clenching slightly as his eyes flickered across the road. You were listening to the radio, humming songs as your hair whipped in the wind from the open windows. A smile would drift to the corner of his lips a the sound, secretly admiring your voice when you let him have the chance to hear it. He could listen to you practice presentations or read essays aloud for hours and never get bored of it, drifting to sleep on multiple occasions despite himself (could you blame him, with the amount of late night study sessions you roped him into?)

"What're you looking at?" He asked, and you were now aware of him glancing at you from the corner of your eye. You flushed, looking away in embarrassment now that you'd been caught.

"Nothing," You swore, and he couldn't help but let you get away with it. He'd let you get away with anything.

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You swore you were trying to pay attention to the new James Bond movie, but at the same time, Scott seemed so much funnier that day, and you couldn't stop laughing at the jokes he made. It was just about to leave the theatre circuit, and you were some of the only people even there. You couldn't help but talk over the movie, your legs thrown over the middle arm of the chair between you, your feet in his lap as you whispered to yourselves, throwing pieces of popcorn at each other, and generally doing everything except watching the movie.

And Jubilee would be screaming if she saw how close you were to each other, and how little you were paying attention to what was going on. When you took her to the movies, you never let her say a peep until afterwards, and totally glued yourself to the screen right up until the last moments. You were a film nerd by all means, and this was practically blasphemy by all accounts. But Scott seemed to make you completely forget that.

During a particularly romance-orientated part of the film, you were suddenly flustered, and Scott seemed to be intentionally avoiding the scene as it played. "You know . . . Alex wanted to know why you called me 'stud' and I couldn't really give him an answer," He blurted when he'd run out of things to say. If he was being honest, it was stuck on his mind almost constantly. You reserved the name solely for him, and he wasn't even sure when it started. Every time you said it, he blushed like crazy, and he never had the nerve to question it. Why would he, if it meant you might stop it doing it? It made him feel fuzzy, and happy, and like he might have any smidge of a chance with you.

You smiled bashfully, pink cheeks almost not visible in the darkness of the large room, but he swore he was close enough to see. Maybe even feel the heat on your face as you leaned in close to each other in order to remain quiet for the others. "I don't know . . ." You mumbled, eyes glancing everywhere except for him, "I always have, I guess."

"That's no reason," Scott chided, wanting nothing more than to know your real answer to the question, but also because he had a general love of teasing you.

You chuckled at his reply, shaking your head as you looked back up to meet his warm brown irises. For a second, you swore he glanced down to your lips. Not expectantly, but absently, as if he couldn't help it when you were so close together. You barely ever had intimate moments where it was just the two of you, and he felt himself become enchanted by you the more they sprung up. Nowadays, you were practically all he could think about.

"I always thought you were pretty cute. Everyone else took it as a joke . . ." You played it off with a gentle laugh, but didn't miss the way his eyes twinkled at your reply, his lips tilting into a satisfied smile.

"Oh, yeah?" He asked rhetorically, and suddenly you were the one looking down to his mouth, wanting nothing more to lean forward and kiss him, because God, Scott had the prettiest lips. And the way he was teasing you was not helping your case emotionally.

"Yeah," You bit back, deciding to own your embarrassing confession with pride for once, knowing that you'd already crossed the platonic line the moment you said anything. You were buzzing with a certain excitement at the idea, glad that he hadn't immediately shied away from the concept. No matter how close you were, or no matter how many hints you gave each other, the uncertainty was a killer.

He raised an eyebrow at you, surprised that you were willing to double down. His stomach was suddenly consumed by butterflies, and he was aware of just how close you were, "So you're meaning to tell me, you were trying to flirt with me the entire time? I don't know whether to be more annoyed by your lack of clarity, or my obliviousness."

"Both is okay, I think," You told him, and a laugh slipped out despite himself. Suddenly you began to feel very soft for the boy across from you, and it only worsened when he reach his hand up, pushing a stray hair from your eye-line tenderly.

There was a momentary pause as you shared a look, both not sure what to do, as you became more aware of the movie's dialogue seeping in. His hand hadn't moved from its place, now holding the side of your face as he watched your comforting gaze. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered unsurely, still seemingly unaware of how desperate you were to do just the same.

All you could do was nod, allowing him to tilt your chin up slightly and capture his lips with your own. He was gentle, and slow and just what you expected from Scott. He didn't like to take things fast, and if he could saviour the moment of you two together, in that tiny theatre, then he was sure as Hell going to take the chance. He tasted like his favourite slushee, but despite that, you went in for another kiss as soon as you pulled away. He was happy to oblige.

When you left the movies that day, your eyes adjusting to the daylight once again, Scott went to hold your hand. You'd held hands often, and every time you did, you admired how big and comfy they were. You locked eyes, and he gave you a small smile. Your stomach was in knots, and you couldn't believe your legs weren't completely jelly as you crossed the parking lot back to the car. This time, he went to open the car door for you, and you wondered belatedly how it had turned into a date by the time you were driving back. Once you'd slipped into the passenger side, you called to him lightly. Curiously, he leaned over, his arm resting against the frame of the car.

"What is it, angel?" He queried, the words slipping from him quicker than he could stop himself. For the past few months, he'd have to hold himself back from calling you quite a lot of pet names. Sure, you called him those kinds of things all the time. Along with almost all your friends. But with him; it was totally different. He didn't have the nonchalant confidence to pull it off, not by a mile. He'd never even really liked anyone before you, and he fell hard - beyond it, even. For some reason, the kisses, and the giddiness, and his affection for you culminated in something slipping out that he'd always wanted to say.

Before he could back-pedal, your mouth pressed against his again, your hand bunched in his shirt as you pulled him close. For a moment, he was surprised - but then he sank into it with a soft sigh. He didn't know why he hadn't done this before . . . but he was going to cherish it nonetheless. He barely kissed anyone before you, but he found himself wanting to have more and more. Despite the fact that you were plainly making out in a parked car while he leaned over you with his larger stature, he allowed himself to get carried away, because he could. You loved the endearment he gave you, and you loved the feeling of him kissing you. His hands were drifting through your hair, and by the time you pulled away, his chest was heaving, and your hair was all messy.

You were just wondering what the Hell you were going to tell people when they asked about the film.

And whether Jubilee, or Alex had won.