Hello my lovely readers! I hope you enjoy the first one-shot! Don't forget to FF&R!
Fandom: Addam's Family Musical
Ship: Malice (Mal and Alice Beineke)
AU: Young!Malice
Quote/Prompt that inspired this: "Remember how you felt the first time you saw her."
Mal's eyes were drawn to her the moment he entered the packed gymnasium. She wore a beautiful yellow dress, and her brunette locks curled down to her waist in gorgeous ringlets. Mal gaped at her, his friends completely forgotten, and walked up to the girl shyly, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt and adjusting his silver rimmed glasses nervously. The girl was too busy laughing at some stupid joke her date had told, and God, was she beautiful when she laughed. Mal nervously cleared his throat and his heart stopped in his chest as the girl immediately turned to him, her smile fading to a look of wonder as her eyes fell on Mal.
"H-Hello, I'm Mal Beineke," Mal began hesitantly, extending a hand for the girl to shake. Now completely ignoring her date, the brunette beauty got to her feet and took Mal's hand, surprising him with a rather firm handshake.
"I'm Alice. That's all you need to know," she said with a playful wink. Mal's lips twitched into a soft smile and glanced at Alice's date, wanting to take her to dance but not wanting to be rude.
"Do you mind if Alice and I dance?" Mal asked politely. The blonde, slightly pudgy boy that had accompanied Alice shrugged in defeat and waved the two of them off. Alice laughed slightly and laced her arm through Mal's, making him blush. The two made their way to the dance floor as a slow song began to play. Alice turned to face Mal, placing one hand on his shoulder and lacing her free hand with his right. Mal swallowed nervously as he placed a hand on her waist, hoping he wasn't sweating as much as he thought he was.
"So, Mal, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" Alice asked, batting her eyelashes and making Mal's heart do cartwheels. "Uh... God, I don't know what to say," Mal replied weakly, cracking a sheepish smile as Alice raised an eyebrow at him, her perfectly smooth face raising slightly with it. Mal's smile faded and he looked down at his feet awkwardly. When he felt Alice's hand leave his shoulder his heart plummeted and he thought he was done for, but then he felt a hand on his cheek that tilted his head back up. Alice smiled sweetly at him.
"There's no reason to be scared. I'm just a girl," Alice said pointedly, and Mal resisted the urge to laugh out loud. "Girls are the most terrifying thing in the world to any sane guy," Mal answered. Alice's smile faltered and Mal silently cursed himself.
"I-I didn't mean that! It just- Guys get nervous around girls! It's a thing, especially with really beautiful girls like you! Oh God, did I say that out loud?!" Mal's dread grew the more and more he talked and he couldn't bring himself to meet Alice's eyes. But then, she laughed. She laughed so hard she let go of Mal completely and clutched her stomach, doubling over. Mal looked at her with shock, his mouth open slightly and his eyes wide behind his silver rimmed glasses.
"You...are the most adorable guy...I've ever met," Alice managed to gasp between giggles, straightening up and clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter as people began to stare. Heat rushed to Mal's face and he blinked, his mouth slowly turning upwards to form a shy smile. Alice had stopped laughing and was only chuckling slightly, her eyes shining as she looked up at Mal. The song had ended and couples went back to their tables or mingled about, but Mal and Alice stayed frozen smack dab in the middle of the dance floor. Mal eventually snapped of his daze and took Alice's hand, leading her back to a table.
"Since I got tongue tied, why don't you tell me something about you?" Mal asked, propping his elbows up on the table and resting his chin in his hands. Alice bit her lip nervously and shrugged. "There's not much to say. My parents are Deborah and Joseph Carson, I'm eighteen, I like to read and write poetry..." Alice's face turned bright red and she hid her head in her hands at the embarrassing confession, but Mal was ecstatic.
"You write peotry?! That's amazing! Do you have any memorized or something?" Mal asked excitedly, much to Alice's surprise. She nodded silently and pulled out the notebook from earlier out of her handbag, handing it to Mal. Mal could tell she was ashamed and told himself he would compliment her poetry endlessly, even if it was terrible. He flipped through the first few pages until one of the poems caught his eye.
Alas, I have been longing
And I think this is all very tiring
While the little children were griping
while whispers whistle alone in their room
lies one sad soul destined for doom
"It's very-"
"Horrible, I know! I have no talent!" Alice interrupted, folding her arms across her chest and sighing. "You don't have to rub it in my face." Mal's eyes widened and he shook his head frantically, grabbing Alice's hands and smiling reassuringly at her.
"It's not, really! It's interesting. Strange, and dark, but interesting. I like it!" Mal said quickly, hoping Alice believed him since he barely believed himself. Alice's face turned bright red and she snatched her hands away, looking Mal up and down with disbelief and slight fear. Mal's heart thudded in his chest so loudly he was positive Alice heard it.
"You aren't... drunk, are you?" Alice asked warily. Mal blinked, and after a moment, burst into laughter.
Yep, definitely drunk, Alice thought.
"I haven't touched a bottle once in my life," Mal insisted as if reading her thoughts. "I'm being completely honest. You know, I have more respect for girls than that," Mal said seriously, and he smiled when Alice looked down at her hands shyly.
"We should see each other again sometime. You know, besides school dances," Mal suggested quietly, smiling a little and scuffing his feet. Alice nodded and pulled a small notepad and a pen out of her handbag. Mal's brow furrowed but as Alice handed him the slip of paper, his face dawned with realization. A telephone number was written in neat, curly-q handwriting. Mal's stomach flipped as Alice got onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
"If my mother answers, tell her you're just a friend. If my father answers, hang up," she whispered seriously, and Mal grinned.
"Will do," he replied. Alice smiled, hesitating a moment before gently placing a kiss to Mal's lips. The teen's eyes widened in surprise and when Alice pulled away, he still looked off into the distance, a dazed look on his face.
"I'll see you around," Alice said cheekily, wiggling her fingers at Mal before walking off, her hips swaying. Mal waved slightly.
"See you," he murmured quietly.