Onward Scenarios

Confessions

Ian: 

A couple days had passed since the party and you and Ian hadn’t had a chance to talk about his question. It was driving him crazy! You hadn’t asked your aunt if you could go to the party and since the party wasn’t supposed to happen to begin with, you had been grounded for the weekend. It was finally Monday though and Ian felt his heart leap into his throat when you walked into your home room. 

“H-hey!” He greeted you with a small wave. 

“Hey!” You smiled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “Sorry about this weekend. I wanted to talk to you-“ 

The teacher walked in, interrupting you as they began writing on the black board, “Alright kids, you all are going to take this time to study. I don’t care what subject it is, but you’re going to read. The scores from your finals weren’t where your teachers were hoping they’d be. So they’ve requested this week's home room to be dedicated to studying.” 

“Let’s talk during break.” You whispered. 

~~~

Meet me in the stairwell behind the library. That’s the text that was on your phone. Typically that stairwell was always empty since it was the back of the library and it was usually locked. You walked up the stairs, turning the corner of the first platform before you saw Ian pacing on the second platform. 

“H-hey (Name).” He nervously said when he saw you. 

“Hey.” You said, feeling your heart skip a beat. 

Ian bit his lip, looking around nervously before he spoke, “So, uh, y-you remember what I asked? A-at the party I mean.”

“Yeah,” You said, remembering the feeling from that moment. 

His hands were on either side of you, he was close enough you felt his breath on your cheek, you felt the heat from his cheeks in your palms, and then he asked if he could kiss you. You mentally screamed at whoever had opened the closet door before you could answer. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you had to be grounded for the weekend, leaving you to think of that moment over and over again. 

“(Name),” Ian said, his heart rivaling the speed of a hummingbird as he began to fidget, “I-I like you a lot. I… D-do you want- I mean would you, maybe, want to go out… with me?”

A wide smile spread across your face and you threw your arms around his neck as you tightly hugged him, “Of course!”

“R-really?!” He sighed in relief as he returned the hug. 

“Yes!” You laughed. 

You were both so happy, you leaned in to kiss Ian’s cheek, but at the same time he had turned to say something, leading you to accidentally kiss half of his lips. Both of you stepped away from each other, faces bright red as you quickly muttered an apology. 

“You don’t have to apologize.” Ian said, gently taking your hand, “I-I was actually going to ask if I could kiss you?”

A small smile crossed your face as you nodded at the young elf. Ian smiled, gently cupping your cheek with his free hand as he leaned in. His lips gently brushed yours in a quick peck, as if he were testing before claiming your lips again. This time, his warm lips lingered against yours in a slow, sweet kiss. He hesitantly pulled away, looking into your eyes as a shy smile spread on his face. 

The bell rang, making both of you jump. Both of you laughed, Ian pressing his forehead against yours as he sighed.

“Can I walk you to your class?” He asked. 

“Yeah.” You nodded before taking his hand. 

Ian gently squeezed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as you two made your way down the stairs. 

Barley:

“Wait, wait, wait.” Jonny said, contemplating what Barley had told him, “So, it’s a date, but not a date?”

“No,” Barley said, “I’m going to surprise her with tickets to the new musical that just started. She’s been really excited about it. After that, I’ll suggest we go get something to eat, then when I take her back home that’s when I’ll ask her out.” 

“Dude, that just sounds like a pre-date date.” Jonny said. 

“Whatever, she’s going to love it!” Barley said with a grin. 

“So what’s the musical?” Jonny asked. 

“Beetlejuice.” Barley replied, “I’m not really sure what it’s about, but if (Name)’s excited about it, that’s all that matters.”

“Dude I think you're the one that’s in for a surprise.” Jonny snickered. 

~~~

Jonny was right, Barley definitely was surprised it was a musical about death, but he had to admit, the songs were catchy. He was more happy over how excited you were when he showed you the tickets. You literally jumped and hugged him, thanking him over and over before you ran to your room to get ready. 

Now here you were, sitting together in the dark theater, arms touching on the shared armrests as the actors danced and sang on the brightly lit stage. Feeling the warmth of your arm against his made Barley wonder if you’d be okay with holding hands during the show. Barley bit his lip, thinking it over for a moment before reaching for your hand. You glanced over, Barley smiled at you as he gently wrapped his hand around yours. You smiled back at him, squeezing his hand as you let yourself lean against him. Barley felt as if his heart was doing flips as he leaned against you too. 

This was it, this was really happening! You had to return his feelings too if you were somewhat cuddling like this in the theater, right? When the show was over, Barley led the way back to his van. He smiled and laughed, happy to hear you gushing over how much you loved the musical. 

“Hey, are you hungry?” Barley asked, “We could go to Flo’s if you want.”

You paused as Barley opened the van door for you, “Can I ask you something Barley?”

“What’s up?” He asked. 

“Is this a date?”

Barley could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. He hadn’t expected you to ask, let alone cut right to the point. 

“Well, uh,” He suddenly felt very flustered, “D-Do you want it to be?”

You smiled, stepping closer to him as you said, “Well, considering I kinda got a crush on you, I wouldn’t mind that.”

You were positive Barley could hear your heart slamming in your chest. You couldn’t believe you finally told him how you felt, but considering this felt like a date and the fact he held your hand during the show, not to mention whatever that was Colt interrupted the other day, Barley had to have feelings for you too, right?

Barley couldn’t believe what was happening. Here you were, blushing as you said you have a crush on him! That was all he needed to hear. He stood in front of you, a wide grin on his face as he gently cupped your cheeks and claimed your lips. His lips were slightly chapped, but still soft and warm. You leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Barley pulled away for a second before reclaiming your lips as he slowly ran his hands into your hair. 

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes as a wide smile returned to his lips, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You laughed, cupping his cheek, “Yeah? We could always talk about it at Flo’s?”

“Deal!” He beamed, pulling away and bowing in front of your door, “Your chariot, my princess.”

“Thank you, my knight!” You laughed.