SUNSET CURVE | one shots

Hide and Seek

pairing: reggie x reader
warnings: fluff, embarrassment, poorly written make out scene
word count: 1,069
note: i apologise for the make out scene... this was actually my first time writing one so it might be bad

Senior year. The best year of most teenagers' lives. And at Los Feliz high school, it was a tradition to have a small selection of activities for the senior year students to vote on, and whichever activity had the most votes was the activity that the seniors would participate in.

There were about 100 senior students in the class of 1995, which was yours and Reggie's graduating class, and this year, between the choice of painting a mural made up of everyone's hobbies/interests, an after school hide and seek in the dark, and a paintball match, the one most voted upon was the hide and seek in the dark.

A week after the votes were tallied, every single senior was gathered in the school gym, facing the principal and three teachers, who were explaining the rules. The sky outside was darkening and being inside the school while it was so empty felt strange. "Everyone listen up,"

Your physics teacher, Mr. Mcnamara, spoke up alongside your principal. "Alright, here's the rules. As soon as the flashlight is on you, you're out. You come back here and wait for the next round to start, okay? There's going to be 10 of you looking, and the rest of you will hide. You can't leave the building, but everywhere is a place to hide. There can be more than one person in a hiding place, and there will be three rounds total. Got it?"

Everyone either murmured their agreement or nodded, leading to the volunteering of seekers and who else would hide. There were a total of 12 seekers instead of just 10, and Luke and Bobby were among them. The seekers had to stay with the teachers in the gym for an extra 5 minutes, giving the hiders enough time to find a place to hide.

As soon as the gym teacher, Mr. Stanton, gave the blow of the whistle, Reggie's hand was grabbing yours and he was dragging you through the doors and down the hall of the west wing with a mischievous smile. You watched people shove themselves into their lockers and dive for the bathrooms, while Reggie dragged you up the west stairwell.

"Reggie, where are we going?"

"Don't worry, darling, I've got a pretty good hiding spot planned out."

His words confused you, but he was giving you quite the workout as he led you all around the school, stopping in front of a door. It was the old janitor's closet, one of the lesser used ones around the school. Reggie had a tough time opening it, but once he did, he dragged you inside and slammed the door shut behind you.

"Reggie, what are you-"

Before you knew it, Reggie was merely inches away from you, and in the minimal light, all you could see was his face. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes, the look that, oftentimes, nearly killed you with the intensity of his gaze.

Reggie leaned in, letting his hands fall to rest on your hips, pulling you a little closer to him. Instead of kissing your lips, though, he peppered playful kisses all over your cheeks, making you giggle. Slowly, he kissed down your jawline and moved to your neck, where he took his time.

The kisses became longer and less playful, leaning more toward the heated side of things. When Reggie's lips brushed over a certain part of your neck, the sweet spot he had discovered early on in the relationship, you bit your lip to keep back your giggles.

He continued peppering kisses before he pulled away to meet your eyes. His bright eyes had somehow gotten darker, and a warm chill went up your spine. Tired of his little games, you said, "Oh, just kiss me already, Reggie,"

"What, you don't like it when I kiss your neck?" Reggie said with an overexaggerated joking tone. "You always love it when I do that, baby,"

You couldn't help the laugh that slipped past your lips. Reggie's smile grew and you knew that was his goal. Looking back up at the bassist, you whined, "Reg, this isn't fair."

And without another word, Reggie leaned in and smashed his lips onto yours in a heated kiss. The intensity, along with the fact that you were supposed to be participating in a school event and not making out with your boyfriend in an old janitor's closet, was starting to make your knees weak.

You melted into the kiss, tucking your arms under Reggie's and pulling him closer to you. His hand went up to cup your cheek and you felt your back hit the cold, cinder block wall. By now, it was beginning to get hard to breathe, but you didn't mind. Instead, you grasped at Reggie's jacket and tried to pull him closer, to no avail.

As you pulled him closer, the old door burst open, popping the intimate bubble you and Reggie were in. Shocked and surprised, you pulled away from Reggie and you both looked to see who was at the door. In the light that had flooded in, Jacob, the captain of the football team, was standing in the doorway, slack jawed.

In a panic, thinking that the generally loud boy would immediately start running to tell his friends what he saw in the closet, you started rambling to the boy that you tutored. "Jacob, can you please not tell anyone about this? W-we're trying to keep it low-key,"

You bit your swollen lip nervously as Jacob recovered from his stupor, saying, "Yeah, no, don't worry about it. I won't say a word."

Breathing a sigh of relief, you smiled at the blond jock. "Thank you, Jacob. And uh, don't forget to bring your textbook with you next Friday, okay?"

He smiled and nodded, turning to Reggie. "See you at your gig tomorrow, man,"

Reggie, who was still in shock from the entire endeavour of getting caught, nodded and with a squeaky voice, said, "Yeah. Yeah, I'll uh- I'll see you there."

The door closed once more and you were bathed in what little light you had before. Looking back at your boyfriend, who was blushing and looking down bashfully, you couldn't help but laugh at the situation that just took place. Shortly after you dissolved into a fit of laughter, Reggie ended up joining you.

It didn't take you very long to be found again.