When Nice Holystone is kissed for the first time, all she can see are fireworks. They are impulsive and imperfect and bright, and when Jacuzzi pulls away, Nice can't help but want more, more, more.
Jacuzzi does his best to avoid her after that, ducking in hallways and running inside bathrooms upon sight of his girlfriend. He makes up a lousy excuse as to why he can't attend the weekly Chemistry Club meeting, and although the club advisor doesn't buy his fib for one second, Jacuzzi is still allowed to skip. Seeing this, Nice decides to take matters into her own hands, and a confrontation is set for noon.
"What's up, Jac?" she asks him, plopping down onto an empty seat at Graham Specter's lunch table where Jacuzzi has relocated for the week.
"N-n-nothing much," he mumbles, poking at his ham sandwich with a fork.
"Why have you been avoiding me?"
"O-oh. Have I?" Jacuzzi forces himself to look up at her, and Nice notices the red, red, red of his face. "H-hi, Nice."
Jacuzzi makes a small choking noise and Nice sees tears gathering in his eyes. He quickly drops his head, and the blonde knows that she's not going to get anywhere like this.
"Come to my house tomorrow," she instructs him as she stands up to leave. "2 pm sharp."
"See you there!" Nice adds, before he can answer.
Jacuzzi is there the next day, fidgeting at the doorstep in his polo shirt and khaki shorts. Nice slips on her sneakers when the doorbell rings, grabs Jacuzzi by the wrist, and leads him to her backyard.
"I've been slaving away at this one for almost a week," she tells him, gesturing towards the fire pit where some kind of contraption is set up, "so I'm pretty darn proud of it."
Nice lets go of him so she can light the fuse on her newest invention. When the telltale yellow sparks (A/N: Coldplayyy!) start flickering, Nice whirls around and sprints over to where Jacuzzi is standing.
"Get away!" she yells, pushing him back towards her house.
Jacuzzi stumbles for a few wild moments, then sprawls onto his back on the grassy slope in front of the backyard patio. Nice is crouched on her toes beside him, and they both turn to watch in anticipation.
The explosion is short, but it's confident, with vivid bursts of red and yellow powder that scatter in the air and meld into a warm orange.
Jacuzzi is breathless, fascinated by the bold colors of Nice's newest work, and Nice is just grinning, grinning, grinning.
"This is what I feel like when I'm with you," she tells him and lets the explosion explain for her.
Jacuzzi gives her a kiss in reply.
It's like fireworks.
A/N: LOL. This is so fluffy what am I doing with my life.
Thanks to Midna3452 for beta-ing and also OnlyTheBeginningOfTheAdventure. Go Germany!