Javert attempts to fix his crooked tie and smoothed out his dress shirt, wanting to look at least presentable for his date. Prom night for the seniors was finally here, and he's surprised that he even has a date to tag along with him. He's never really had any relationships or even a mere date as simple as going out for pizza, bowling—whatever couples do. He wouldn't know personally, other than passing hormonal teenagers in the hallways of his school practically eating each other's faces (which he found appalling—get a room why won't you). He's even more shocked at who he's going out with—Jean Valjean; the school's class clown and kindest, most caring guy out of the bunch.
He and Javert never really got along perfectly. From Javert's point of view, anyway. Valjean would tease him playfully and say hello to him when they passed in the hallways, even attempting to have a conversation with the up-tight, stoic male. Somehow, this became a normal occurrence and Javert found himself warming up to the other (though still confused by his kind actions).
And now, here he was waiting for Valjean to pick him up in his car and bring him to prom, dressed to the nines (as best as he could, anyway) and blushing like a damn schoolgirl. He wished he could wipe that blush right off his own cheeks.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a beep from the front of the house, making his way outside without bidding goodbye to his guardians(and not that they would care about him, anyway. Javert hated his family).
"Come on, get on in!" Valjean called out from the rolled down window, patting the passenger's seat with his palm. Javert complied and gave him a curt nod before he hopped into the car, buckling up and straightening his tie once more. With a glance over to Valjean, he couldn't help but stare for a few moments. He looked damn alluring with his clean, crisp suit hugging his figure in all the right places and his cropped hair styled off to the side to cover half of his forehead. The almost smug smirk he wore made Javert's heart skip a beat.
"Like what you see?" He teased, a quiet chuckle escaping him. Javert sputtered and averted his gaze awkwardly; embarrassed to be caught staring.
"Shut up, Jean. Just drive."
Valjean just laughed as he pushed down on the gas pedal.