IMPORTANT A/N - I finished the first half of this at 2:05am one day and the second half of it at 1am the next day, so make of that what you will lmao.
**THIS IS UP TO CHARACTER INTERPRETATION** I wrote this for two fandoms, A&A and MLB (I wrote it without names for a reason)…
READ IT FIRST AS:
Austin x Ally (season 3, pretend piper and gavin don't exist, right b4 prom)
Italic (prolonged) - lyrics lol guess the song
Disclaimer: I don't own this song
—
There you are
Standing with all your friends
So I wait
Till your alone again
And the minutes feel
Like eternity
—
He sighs, stealing a long glance at the beautiful girl standing by her locker. Her friends surround her, listening eagerly to her story. She talks with her hands — her small hands with nails painted pink — and the smile on her face is contagious as she becomes increasingly more immersed in her tale by the minute.
His heart skips a beat when she laughs. He can hear it all the way from down the school hall and he has to look away. If he didn't, who knows how long he'd last.
She's breathtakingly gorgeous and adorable all wrapped in one petite human. He doesn't think there could be anyone more perfect.
He wants to hold her. He's not so sure why. But he wants her friends to go away. He wants to ask — right now.
It's taking forever. Good heavens, he can't wait any longer. And god knows that girl can ramble.
A grin forms on his face at the thought (and he's sure he looks ridiculous, but he can't bring himself to care).
Man, he's whipped.
—
All these words
Buried inside my heart
Every step
Feels like the hardest part
But the last six feet
Are gonna kill me
—
Her friends are finally gone, he realizes.
He must have been lost in his own thoughts (about her) for so long that he never noticed their absence.
She turns back to face her locker, opening it with ease.
Shit. Now's my chance.
Swallowing his nerves, he takes a step forward.
Progress. Progress.
Another step. Then he stops.
I can't.
He watches as she pulls out a textbook and expertly opens her backpack with her other hand. He's mesmerized by her abilities. He's mesmerized by her.
Ah, shit. Focus!
He manages another step towards her.
Then suddenly her backpack is zipped closed and her locker is secured once again. Her dark locks flow so elegantly through the air as she whips around.
They meet eyes. She smiles. He nearly trips.
Shit, shit, fuck.
"Hey!"
Is she talking to me?
"Why aren't you moving?"
The melodious sound of her giggle blesses his ears once again. He tries not to smile like a complete idiot, but he fails.
Just his luck.
He forces himself out of his frozen state, pushing back his irrational fears (making their presence known only at this very moment) and takes those last. few. steps. to stand in front of the girl. The girl who will hopefully be his girl, very soon.
When he arrives to his mark, he exhales in relief.
He's pleasantly surprised that he didn't trip and fall on his way there.
—
So just take this chance
I've got it all planned
—
"Hi," he mutters, nervously. Rolling his lips in, he waits.
"Hi," she giggles.
He takes a deep breath and just goes for it.
"Will you go out with me?"
Her eyes light up in pure excitement.
To say he's relieved at this immediate reaction would be an understatement.
But then her excited expression turns… playful?
Realistically, he shouldn't be worried.
For some reason, he is.
"That depends," she starts, with that beautiful voice which sounds very seductive and oh my god her hand is on my chest—
"What do you have planned?"
Gulp.
"I'll pick you up at eight…"
"Uh huh…"
"And we can drive around?" He suggests.
"Mm, sounds nice already."
He gains some confidence, "I'll take you to the beach and then we can head downtown?"
She seems to think about it for a moment.
"Hmm… can I hold your hand?"
He smiles.
"We'll walk around downtown while you hold my hand," he confirms.
Licking his lips, he takes a small step forward, pulling her closer to his chest.
"Then we'll park and lay down on the hood of my car…"
Her smile widens.
"…We can just listen to the airplanes while we count the stars."
This time, her heart picks up. She can nearly feel it beating out of her chest.
"Tonight," he finishes, "I'll be your man."
She wishes she could stop smiling.
"On one condition."
"Yes?"
The innocence in his voice strikes her in the right place. Her smile is still unwavering.
"Tomorrow, we can do it again."
—
If I could
Give you the world tonight
Then I would
Still give you all my time
And I'd be rich
Cause love is everything
—
He wishes he had more to give her. Somehow, the beach and downtown and airplanes and stars just weren't enough. She was his everything; his world. And he wishes he could give her the world right back.
Because a girl that shines as bright as she does; a girl that is rich in everything but money and fame; a girl that pays attention to him even when he doesn't deserve it…
A girl like her is too good to be true.
Too good for him.
As he snuggles the stuffed dolphin she gifted him for their one-week-aversary, he sighs.
She deserves better than him.
He wishes he had the world to give. He would give it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.
Maybe then, he would feel good enough for her. Maybe then, he would feel like he was rich in something, like her.
Maybe then, he'd be rich with love.
And he knows for a fucking fact that he would give her everything he had.
Every. Single. Thing.
—
So just take this chance
I've got it all planned
—
She had one condition.
And he didn't follow it.
Obviously, she didn't mean tomorrow, tomorrow… right? Because it's been a little over a week.
A WEEK.
But he's not one to break his promises. Would that be considered a promise?
He thinks so.
His finger hovers over the little phone icon at the corner of her contact page. He wants to call her, he does. Her voice is the reason he wakes up in the morning. Hearing it would be amazing right now.
No, that's not the problem.
You see, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's nervous.
Will she be mad if I ask now?
The answer is no, for the record. He's pretty sure he knows that.
'I was kidding,' she'll reassure him.
Deep breaths. You got this.
"Hey, what's—"
"Do you want to go out with me?"
He face palms.
But her gorgeous laugh floats through the phone's speaker and into his ears. He pulls his hand away from his face.
"Silly goose, what are you talking about? We're already—"
"I promised you we'd do it again, so we're doing it again. It may not be tomorrow, like you said a week ago, but it can be tonight."
Her silence on the line gives him a moment to glance at the clock.
7:47.
"Look, I'll be there in 10 minutes. I've got it all planned."
—
I'll pick you up at eight
And we can drive around
Take you to the beach
And we can head downtown
While you hold my hand
—
That laugh keeps him going. Her smile helps him sleep at night. The feeling of her warm, small hand in his is a gentle reminder that she's there. With him, in this moment of time.
It's all he could ever ask for.
Cars past them as they walk along the strip of stores open downtown. Colorful lights flash on around the couple as it starts to get dark, and their feet guide them around the town, coming full circle.
The lights that were once off are now on, leaving no corner of the little city dimmed.
She stops in her tracks, staring in awe at twinkling lights, which hang from a small gazebo near the park. Her eyes sparkle in amazement, mouth agape.
"Surprise?"
"Oh my goodness, you—"
"I just put the lights on it," he chuckles, "The gazebo was already there."
She shakes her head, "How come I never noticed it before?"
"You were probably laughing at a really bad joke you had just told."
"I don't tell bad jokes!"
"Uh huh."
A giggle erupts out of her throat, to her dismay.
"So… no car rooftop star-gazing tonight?"
He gives a very prominent shake of his head before pulling his hand out of hers'.
"Oh no, we're still doing that. But right now I want to just look at you."
She tilts her head in confusion.
He clarifies, "I don't want to look at the stars or listen to planes or anything. I want to admire you. And your beauty."
A reddish tint overcomes both her cheeks.
"And your intelligence. And your—"
"Shut up," she mutters.
"Okay. For now."
The new couple is silent for a minute as he starts making his way under the gazebo. She follows. He turns to stares at her.
It's not weird. She doesn't know why it's not weird. Like, he's literally just STARING at her and that should creep her out but it doesn't.
Is that a problem?
No. Because when she looks into his deep, brown eyes, she is reminded of the kind-hearted person who carried her books on the first day of classes. When she looks at his blonde locks, she has the urge to run her fingers through it for hours on end. When she looks to his lips, she finds herself wanting to feel them. On hers'.
Now that's definitely weird.
He takes a step closer.
But is it?
He starts leaning in.
If she does too, she doesn't notice.
Suddenly, their lips collide. Melding in perfect harmony; moving in sync. Her fingers live out their dream, running through his hair. His hands rest on her hips, gently pulling her closer.
Lost in their own world, they imagine what it's like to live their lives together. Kids, birthdays, a house, and so much more. It all flashes right before them.
It's over too quick, they think (and it might be awkward to go back for more).
But the night isn't over yet.
—
We'll park and lay down on the hood
Of my car
Listen to the airplanes
As we count the stars
Tonight I'll be your man
And tomorrow we can do it again
—
The stars are beautiful, but not as beautiful as her eyes, in his opinion. Not as beautiful as her laugh, or smile, or personality.
Nobody is really traveling tonight. One airplane so far.
He's ready to book his own flight.
To his honeymoon.
Realistically, he's in way over his head. It's been a week.
His parents will say he's not ready for marriage; that he doesn't know what love is.
Pfft. Yeah, right.
This girl is love. He knows it when he sees it.
He bites his lip. It's too early. He doesn't want to ruin what they have.
But, "I love you."
FUCK. DID HE SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
He must have gotten extra lucky, because—
"I love you, too."
—
Lets take this moment
It's ours to own it
So come with me don't let it go to waste
—
Being by her side is one thing, but being welcomed to glide his hands over her body makes him feel alive.
Her lips are fruity. She is beautiful. He wants her.
This is way different than she anticipated. Holding his hand was level one, and now she feels like she's on top of the world.
His lips are soft. He is dashing. She wants him.
Awkward as it was, their bodies moved in perfect harmony.
He couldn't deny it.
She couldn't deny it.
They were made for each other in every way possible.
Soulmates. They were soulmates.
And they only had half an hour before her parents came home.
Neither wanted to rush it, but it was their time.
"Let's just take this moment," he had whispered in her ear just minutes earlier. "It's ours, okay?"
His eyes flicker down to her lips, "You don't want to waste it, do you?"
—
No you don't wanna
Miss out on us
I'm telling you regrets don't fade away
—
'I'm not sure," she matches his whisper. "It-it's only been a few months and I—"
He breathed, "I love you."
It tickled her face, his breath, and she used every ounce of will not to lean just a millimeter closer.
Their lips were about to connect.
"I'm not ready."
"You'll never be ready, minou…"
She hesitated.
"Babe, I…" she sighed and shook her head. "I can't."
"You don't want to miss out on this. On us. Please."
All she could come up with was, "We'll regret it, A—"
"There is nothing to regret."
"There is a lot to regret."
He was silent for a moment.
But then he smirked.
"Like what?"
"Like… do we have protection?"
A teasing look was sent her way.
"I always keep it in my bag," he offered.
She pondered, then—
"It's too early. We're too young."
"It's not too early," he licked his lips, "And I'd rather experience this when I'm young.
"Before I fade away."
She gulped, searching his brown eyes in the darkness.
"Regrets don't fade away," she stated firmly.
He nodded.
"Exactly."
Her head tilted in confusion. He reiterated.
"If this… us… is something we regret, then we won't fade away."
—
I'll pick you up at eight
And we can drive around
Take you to the beach
And we can head downtown
—
On their one year anniversary, he couldn't think of anything more fitting.
"So," he smiles dopily. "I've got it planned."
He doesn't need to say anything else; this has become routine.
She scrunches up her nose cutely, giving him a smile.
"Perfect. Pick me up at eight?"
"Precisely."
—
We'll park and lay down on the hood
Of my car
Listen to the airplanes
As we count the stars
—
He gazes at the girl lying next to him.
The moonlight shines on her face. She's gorgeous.
"Oooh," she exclaims quietly, pointing up above them.
He follows her finger, his eyes landing on the moon.
"That's—" he giggles, "That's the moon, silly goose."
She turns her head to look at him and smiles.
"You're my moon. And my goose," she chuckles.
He mimics her chuckle.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She shrugs.
"If I could go anywhere…" she starts, in lieu of a response. "I wouldn't.
"I'm happy right here, with you right next to me, as we fall asleep under the stars just for our parents to call and wake us up."
He lets out a laugh at that, grabbing ahold of the small hand resting on her chest.
She continues, "You're mine. And I'm so glad that I can call you mine."
—
Tonight I'll be your man
And give you all I can
—
The blonde grins.
"Remember when I first asked you out?" He asks.
"How could I forget?"
His smile wavers as he turns serious, meeting her eyes.
"I said that I'll be your man."
"And you are."
"But I only said for that night."
She raises an eyebrow.
"Your point?"
He smiles again, "I'm really happy you agreed."
"Of course. You're amazing."
"And so are you," he pecks her nose.
They fall into a comfortable silence, watching the stars yet again.
And… just loud enough so she can hear, he speaks softly.
"I'll be your man tonight, and forever… and I'll give you everything I can. I promise."
She looks over at him again, admiring his side profile.
His skin shines in the moonlight so magnificently. It's almost royal.
She gulps.
The heaviness of the statement hit her hard.
Taking a deep breath, she responds.
"I promise, too."
- And tomorrow we can do it again -
READ IT AGAIN AS:
Marinette x Adrien (post-reveal, chat blanc timeline b4 shit happens)
Ah, young love.
A/N - SO I decided to try a different writing style. The characters are totally up to interpretation, too: I decided not to use any names just for that reason, because I've been switching between writing Miraculous and A&A fanfics and I just could NOT figure out which ship to write this for)
That's all, thank you.
xx Lis