first outing;
my definition on this is when you guys just met and the place where you met was on a field trip, scout camping, etc.
but this, this is on a contest.
(y/t) – your talent
enjoy.
"One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve..." Ms. Espanfa counted the students.
We were going on a contest, particularly a (y/t) one.
"Alright, seems like we're ready. Everyone, get on the bus!" She commanded.
Some of my classmates were here to support, and some Mrs. Espanfa chose herself from the club she was handling.
I took a deep breath, sweating a lot. "(y/n), your ready?" She pats.
"No.. but I'll get through it. I'm sure I'll be fine" I smile.
"Alright, kiddo. Whatever you say" She turns her head to the back.
"Mario! Mario!" She called, shit. Isn't that the famous kid? The broadcaster or something?
"Come sit here, next to (y/n)" She commanded, again. "And you, three are gonna get kicked out if you don't shut up!"
Mario sat next to me, grabbing his bag and placed it on his lap.
"Good Luck out there" He spoke.
Our bus driver suddenly hit the brake, causing me to get on my both feet trying not to fall or die.
"What the he—" Mrs. Espanfa said, yet stopped herself with a deep breath and smiled.
"She's insane" I whisper, "Surely" Mario laughed.
"I'm Mario, Uhh.. Mario Tomas Selman" He let his hand out.
"Oh, uh. I know you, you're one of the popular guys of the school. Anyways, I'm (y/n), (y/full/n)" You smiled and shook his hand.
(so sHOOK)
"Heh, yeah.. do you wanna go get some coffee sometime? You seem cool" He offered.
"Yeah, sure. I'd love to"
"Hey! Ms. (y/l/n) and Mr. Selman. Stop flirting over there, will ya?! I can see you both blushing there. And you, Selman. You're inching closer and closer" Mrs. Espanfa shouted, causing the whole bus to tease us.
I blush, Mario did too.
(after the performance)
I sighed, I was done. I did no mistake, surprisingly.
At practice, I did. I kept thinking of Mario the whole time.
"Hey, (y/n)" The voice, the sweet to-die-for voice, spoke behind me as he tapped on my shoulder.
"Hey, Mario" I smiled.
"So, how are you? You did good. I never thought you could do that" He smiled.
"I'm fine, just trying to calm down my nervousness that it's over now and that Mila Babicheva is performing" I chuckle.
(it dOESN'T MEAN THAT MILA IS IN HERE DOESN'T MEAN THAT ITS AN ICE SKATING COMPETITION ALRIGHT. I JUST LIKE HER NAME)
"Let's go. Mrs Espanfa's waiting for you" He pulls me closer, "You're not helping with my heartbeat, Tomas" I roll my eyes, playfully.
"Anyways, let them wait. I need to do this first" He grabbed my chin by his finger and lifted my head up.
He kisses you, your tongue was in sync. Butterflies, were all you felt.
Sparks flew around the room. You blushed, "Hey! What's taking so lo—" Mrs. Espanfa's voice spoke, yet again.. stopped herself.
