Shooting Star

its a date! (part 1)

Scott fumbled with his keys, locking the door to his house. He got into his car, and started it. He was a nervous reck. No, not because of the date, he'd dreamed of the two going out-- Because of how the date would go. It could go bad, it could go okay, it could go good for heavens sake!

Besides, Scott knew William didn't actually felt the same way as he did. His car stopped 20 minuets later at Wills house. Scott looked at it. He had expected it to be more....well....purple. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a smiling William. "Hey Scott."

Scott gave a little wave. "Uh...I'm here...so...?" Will raised a brow. He gave Scott a quick up and down, who returned the look with a glare. "You know you didn't actually have to come?" Will smiled, making Scott feel like he had planned it. "What?! You mean I didn't have to take an hour washing my hair?! Ugh!" He punched the door. That's his way of unleashing his anger, after all.

"Hey! Thats my door!" William said defensively. Scott stopped punching, suddenly aware of what he was going. "Right. Oh, jeez...I'm sorry Will." Will pat him on the back and hopped into the car. "Its cool." Scott followed, plugging in his ear buds and listening to his music. William had decided to drive, since he was the one who knew where they were going.

Scott hummed along to the song he was playing. Will glanced over and saw that Scott looked very happy. Almost like he wanted this 'date' to happen for a long time. Scott closed his eyes, tapping his fingers to the beat of the music, still humming. "Whatcha listening to, Scotty?" The purple male asked the shorter one. Scott's face heated up. "First of all, dont call me 'Scotty'. Only my friends can. Second, it's none of your business."

Well dang, whered that come from? Just yesterday he and Will were just centimeters apart from kissing each other. William furrowed his brows in frustration. He looked over to Scott's phone and looked at the song. Scott yanked his phone away, but William had already seen. "Are you seriously listening to Britney Spears?" Scott looked away, and mumbled, "No...."

"Oh really? I dont know any other songs called "Criminal". Besides, I can hear it through your ear buds." Scott quickly turned his phone down, embarrassed. "So...Scotty...is the song about me?" Will smirked, and Scott closed his eyes. "No. Its not." He said, rather quickly.

Moments later, the car had stopped at an outdoor theater. Scott got out, paying for their tickets. William followed him, and grabbed his hand. Scott stiffened and pulled away. "No. Nuh uh. Dont even think about it. Nothing us going to happen between us. Were only here because you forced me to go out with you." Will shrugged and put his hands in his pockets.

"How are we going to see the movie if were so far back?" Scott pouted which Will, for the record, found very adorable. He shrugged. "Go on your car," he got onto the roof of the car with no problem. "Like this." Scott looked at the car, shrugged and got on it, trying not to leave a scratch. He sat a distance from William, and didn't even pay attention to the movie. He looked at the stars instead.

He smiled at the night sky, taking it all in. The bright stars, the comets he kept seeing. He didn't make any wishes, no. He had never believed in that type of stuff. He noticed that William was almost off of the car. He sighed. "Come here." He patted the spot next to him, and Will took no hes to sit next to him. Scott stiffened. "Y-youre too close!" Will shot him a look. "You're the one leaning on me, Scotty." It was true, Scott had his body next to Wills and his head rested on the purple mans shoulder. He yelped as William started leaning in for a kiss. He jumped back, and fell off the car.