Wrong number. | scaramouche

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Later that day, you and Scaramouche was sitting outside on a field. Yes. Outside. And together. (Picnic date 😍)

"This is actually...kind of nice, considering my company." Scara mumbled out. You just looked at him and smiled.

You were both sitting on a plain white blanket. On it was your asses and a basket of snacks. You being you and liking sweets there weren't any fruits in the basket, only muffins, cake pieces and similar things (Don't ask).

As you rummaged through the basket in a desperate search for the watermelon slices you packed the sun began falling. It drooped low before your eyes.

"There!" You exclaimed and picked the wet plastic bag up. Carefully you opened it and handed a piece to Scaramouche.

You both just talked for a while while munching on the snacks you brought. Yeah, you somehow got Scaramouche to talk to you. Miracle.

"Look, the sun's setting." Scaramouche interrupted you and you turned your head to see the beautiful sunset. The wind was blowing slightly by now.

As you gawked at the sunset, amazed by It's beauty, the wind blew your hair back. Scaramouche found himself staring at you instead. How your [h/l] hair delicately flower over your shoulders in the wind. How the sun made your skin shine like diamonds and the small pieces of the cupcake's toppings that was smeared over your chin.

He found it all so cute that he couldn't help but smile, his heart beat echoing in his ears.

AYYY PICNIC DATE!!! and fastpaced ik. So what??

CHEESY~ 😍

I'm sorry for making you all wait lol