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“That kinda sucked, huh?”
It’s Valentine’s Day, and you’ve just spent it with Scout at the movie theater. Just as friends, though you wished you were more.
You shrug. “I dunno, I kinda liked it.” Sure, it was a cheesy romcom, but sometimes you were just in the mood for it. It certainly didn’t help that you were imagining you and Scout in place of the actors.
“You really like that sappy stuff.” Scout laughs and shakes his head.
You laugh with him, trying to cover up your embarrassment. “C’mon, it’s sweet.”
“If it’s so sweet you should ask someone out and do it with them, not like it’d be hard.” Scout smiles wide at you, buck teeth poking out.
“Literally who would I ask?” You scoff as you speak, though you know you would ask him. If only you were sure he’d say yes, you’d ask in a heartbeat.
He narrows his eyes at you. “Literally,” he mocks your tone, “anyone, doll.”
Doll, huh? Your heart speeds up at a mere nickname, you want to hear that everyday. “Yeah, sure.” You’re nearly at the exit when a photobooth catches your eye. “Hey, let's take pictures.”
Scout looks towards the booth, then nods. “Whatever you want.” He grabs your hand and leads you over to it.
“Tight fit.” You comment as Scout squeezes in beside you.
“Yeah, almost like they want it to be just for couples.” He winks at you and you quickly look away.
“Aw c’mon, don’t be like that doll!” He exclaims as he throws his arm around you.
“Fuck off!” You laugh in an attempt to make light of the situation, then reach for your wallet.
Scout beats you to it, paying the couple dollars and switching through the theme options.
“I’ve got cash too, y’know. You already paid for the tickets and snacks.”
He just glances at you. “It’s Valentine’s Day, my Ma would probably kill me if she caught me letting a lady pay.” He finally settles on a theme. “You like that?” It’s a simple border with pink and red hearts.
“Yeah, looks good.” On the inside you’re freaking out, does he think of you the same way you think of him? You pull yourself from your internal questioning when you hear the countdown start.
There’s four photos.
The first shows Scout blowing a kiss at the camera while you make a heart with your hands, winking cheekily.
“That’s cute, do that again.” Scout holds up his hand, prompting you to complete the heart.
The second photo is you and Scout making a shared hand heart, wide grins on your faces.
“Close your eyes.” Screw it, no time like the present.
Scout looks at you suspiciously, but follows the order anyway.
The third photo shows you holding Scout’s face and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You leave a red kiss mark on his face, courtesy of your lipstick.
Scout’s eyes shoot open, and he stares at you in shock. You’re scared for a second, was that wrong to do? The countdown for the last photo starts.
Scout grabs your face and smashes his lips against yours. It’s messy, his teeth buck into yours and it’s just a little too fast, like he’s been wanting this for ages.
The fourth photo shows you and Scout kissing. He’s holding onto your face like you’re about to disappear, and the lipstick mark you left on his cheek is displayed proudly.
Scout’s forehead rests against yours, and he chuckles to himself. “You know, I think I could get used to being sappy. As long as it’s for you.”
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
“C’mon, c’mon just a little longer.” Scout whines as he continues to kiss you.
“Scout,” you laugh when his nose bumps into yours, “c’mon, we should go.”
“Nah,” he groans, “you taste like strawberries, fuck.”
He finally pulls away when you push him back gently. “It’s my lipstick.”
Scout smirks at you. “Hot.”
You shake your head, attempting to push him out of the booth. “Let’s go, it’s getting late.”
He stares at you, adoration in his eyes. “Fuck, you’re too fuckin’ pretty. Please, just another minute, promise. I don’t want to stop.” Scout grabs your hand and pulls it up to his lips, pressing kisses to your skin in an attempt to charm you.
“I know, that’s what the car is for.”
His eyes widen, and he shoots out of the booth almost immediately. Before you can process it, Scout has grabbed the photos and is eagerly dragging you towards the exit.
Way better than anything a movie could capture, you decide.