In which one of our dates consists of Christmas decorating, but I suddenly become way too careless when it comes to a secret that could push you away.

Request from PTX-Soprano

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The joy I saw in the man in front of me was nearly impossible to put into words. I could see it in his eyes, the way that they lit up as we each little decoration or tree or santa. It seemed as if anyone could see the joy in his face, but I felt it. I felt it through his hand that he was clutching tightly, as he stopped every second or two to point something out to me.

As we walked through the crowded sidewalk I couldn't help but notice the general feeling of joy. However, it didn't shock me too much as it was that time of the year. Of course there was some guilt or sadness in the air, but I learned early on to tune it out.

We finally came to a rest at an intersection, and a moment later my attention was drawn back to the blonde as I felt a new emotion cross his mind. Doubt. I immediately wanted to question him, but no matter how much I felt the urge to, I couldn't.

"Are you sure you're okay... with all of this?" He asked a moment later. I glanced up at him, but I noticed he wasn't looking at me.

"What do you mean?" The signal changed and we began to walk across the street. I could tell the drivers weren't overly thrilled with the roadblock that was numerous people, but I was too focused on him.

"Its only our second date," he noted once we landed safely on he other side, "and I feel like taking you out for Christmas shopping is a little too much a little too soon."

"How is it too much?"

"Well, I suppose maybe not the shopping part, but you did agree to come over later, which you really don't have to do."

"I agreed, did I not?" He nodded his head. "It was a cute idea. People don't do random dates like this anymore. I was more than happy to say yes." He paused mid-stride, spinning on his heels to face me. He didn't let go of my hand either, causing me to stop with him. He finally cracked a smile, and then his blue eyes were looking down to meet mine.

"Really?"

"Really." His smile seemed to grow wider, and he seemed to grow happier, if those things were even possible. Suddenly his eyes shifted from mine and to something over my shoulder. He quickly grabbed my waist, then was pulling us back away from the street. A moment later, a large group of people were walking behind me. I turned my head to watch them pass not thinking twice about setting my head on his chest or his stare that I could practically feel. I glanced back up at him moments later only to find that his attention was now on the few bags we were holding.

"In that case, I'm ready to go back." He looked up at me. "That is, if you are," he added a bit nervously. I nodded my head, agreeing with his request, then adding one of my own.

"If you don't mind, can we drop these off at my place?"

"Yeah. Of course." And with that, he was grabbing my hand once again and leading us back down the street where his car was waiting for us. We made it there and once he started driving, we plummeted into silence. Thankfully it wasn't an uncomfortable one, simply one caused by his focused driving and me taking in the beautiful city around us.

Before I even knew it, he was suddenly putting the car into park. I finally snapped out of my trance only to notice he was in the back parking lot of the apartment building. He was staring fondly at me when I turned back to him, a smile breaking through as we made eye contact.

"I'll just be a few minutes." He simply nodded his head, not letting up on his gazing. As much as I didn't want to and almost couldn't leave, I was eventually getting out of his car and crossing the parking lot. I wasted no time entering the building, going to my floor, then eventually opening the door to my place.

Once in the apartment, I did all the things on the mental checklist I made on the ride over. Within a few seconds I was ready to go back outside. I knew I couldn't just waltz right back out there so I stood in the apartment, allowing my thought to wander for the first time in a while.

No matter how many guys I had been with, none of them even came close to how I felt about Scott. It was addicting, how I felt when I was with him. I'd had these powers for seemingly ever now, but they never felt as strong as when I was with him. And I never wanted them to go away. However, even a little bit of space, like what was between us at the moment, brought me back down to what I considered to be normal. If this was any sign of my love for him, I was in way over my head, especially when I thought about our relationship.

As much as I didn't want to, I could only imagine it going one of two ways. One, he would find out everything. And if he did, I could only imagine where that would go. Two, I wouldn't be able to handle how I felt about him. I'd get too attached to him, even more than I already was. And if I did, I'd have to eventually have to tell him, which would lead right into the first option.

God, I was screwed.

A second later my phone was buzzing in my pocket. I quickly reached for it, but didn't completely snap out of my thoughts until I saw who it was from and what it said.

You okay up there? Its been 10 minutes.

I knew I couldn't hide from him all day, so I finally left my apartment once again. The second I walked back outside, I sighed deeply, slowly feeling everything coming back to me. I then quickly caught sight of Scott's car once again. I smiled as I saw him sitting there, very obviously singing along to some song. I opened the door when I was near it, quickly sliding into the passenger seat.

"Hey, Beyoncé," I said upon realizing just what song was playing.

"Very funny," he said, starting to drive away. As sarcastic yet serious his comment was, he still cracked a smile which caused me to do the same. "Are you sure we don't need to decorate your apartment?" He added as we pulled back onto the main road.

"I'm gonna be out of town for the holiday. It'd be a waste of time to put everything up before I leave and then take it down when I get back." I heard him mutter an 'oh'. "But that was sweet of you to offer."

"I guess I should be lucky that we're sneaking in another date." My eyes wandered over to look at him, and a smirk showed up on my face that practically mirrored his.

"Do we have any additional plans for after we decorate your place?" I asked, changing the subject slightly.

"Maybe I could make us some dinner, maybe we could watch a movie." I was about to agree with what he was saying when I suddenly remembered one of our first conversations.

"Wait a minute. Didn't you tell me that you couldn't cook?"

"Uh," he paused. "Maybe."

"We can order takeout or something, I don't care. I just don't think burning down a building is a good thing to do on a date." He raised an eyebrow, just barely glancing my way.

"I'm not that bad..." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow which only caused him to chuckle and shake his head. Much like earlier, we fell back into silence, but I still didn't care one bit.

We were still making our way back to his place when I let my attention turn to his hand that was resting on the center console. It was rested there causally; however, it was slightly turned upwards.

I simply stared at his hand, probably for far too long. It was a simple gesture that should have meant anything considering our whole afternoon. I was longing for his touch again even though it was a somewhat uncomfortable, inopportune time.

But eventually I couldn't help myself and was reaching for his hand, wasting no time intertwining our fingers. A less than a moment later he was squeezing my hand back and I felt another one of his emotions. Happiness.

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One thing I learned about Scott even as early as our first date was that there was something special about his personality. Something about him just drew people in. His smile was always warm and always genuine. He was always passionate about whatever he was discussing but also very focused on others when they were discussing themselves. Anyone who got to talk to him for even just a moment became addicted.

And I was obviously falling under his spell too.

I found it quite amusing that even though I was the one who truly could entrance people, I was also the one being entranced by him.

I had nearly forgotten how long I had been at his apartment, but I didn't care at all. I had gotten so comfortable here with him that I could've stayed with him for the rest of the night.

Along with me getting increasingly comfortable, I was getting more and more careless. I was tempted to do things I normally wouldn't even think about doing with others around. I wondered what it'd be like to make myself slightly bigger to put a decoration where I couldn't quite reach or to simply finish all the decorating within a few seconds. But I couldn't let myself do that, not when I didn't want to screw this up.

However, I was curious.

We had almost all of his apartment decorated by the time the evening started to creep up. Scott had decided that now was a great time to take a break, and after a small amount of bickering, he finally agreed that we could simply order food from somewhere. He had left me alone in his living room while he went elsewhere to talk on the phone with whatever restaurant he chose.

Meanwhile, I was simply staring at the Christmas tree which stood tall in the corner of the room. And by tall, I meant that even Scott had troubles reaching parts of it, a fact that had been continuously making me laugh. The very last thing left to do was place a star on top of it. I had half expected him to make some romantic gesture out of it, but that was before I began laughing at him for not being able to reach it.

And just like that, everything began to click in my mind. Now was my chance to be curious, to see just how much he impacted me. He was away in some other room and wouldn't see what I was doing, and I knew I could come up with some lie. Impulsively, I turned my attention to the star that laid askew against a random box. I easily lifted up the piece of plastic, and even this simply action was so much easier than ever before. I relished in the feeling as I moved it up, closer to the tree before ever so gently setting it down on top.

"Mitch?"

I practically shrunk in my spot at the sound of his voice. Not quite literally, but maybe I should have. Although I was sure he would've had twice the number of questions. Instead I winced, internally cursed myself, then slowly turned to face the blonde. Someone without the powers I had could've even seen the shock on his face. But I did have them, and it only made it worse. His wide, blue eyes eventually flickered back to the tree, staring at the star on top of it. He slowly walked past me and to the tree, still quite obviously appalled.

"Did you... did you do that?" He asked after a moment of staring. I was still stunned into silence as he turned to look back at me. Much like him, I was feeling a million things at once, and I had no clue where to start.

"I didn't mean to keep secrets from you," I rushed out. I could immediately sense a change in his emotions; however, they were still as jumbled as before.

"I just figured I shouldn't be bringing stuff like this up right away..." I trailed off, noticing him starting to walk towards me. "I was hoping you'd stick around--" He cut me off by placing his hands on my hips, squeezing them gently as if trying to reassure me of something. He stared into my eyes for an amount of time I couldn't put my finger on, almost as if he was trying to read my own thoughts.

"You can't get rid of me that easy," he spoke after a moment of unnerving silence. I internally let out a sigh in relief, yet I was still wondering how it was barely fazing. And I could feel it. I could feel how honest he was being, and I didn't know if I could appreciate that more.

"So... what else can you do?"

"Like I was saying earlier, I hope you'll stick around long enough to find out. There's a lot of things I can do and probably a lot of things I don't even know about." A small smile showed up on his face which was just as reassuring as the grip he still had on me.

"Do you trust me?" I blurted out, an idea coming to mind. He raised an eyebrow, a bit apprehensive but was eventually nodding his head.

I took a moment to focus on what I was about to do, as I had obviously never tried it before, but if he was so willing then I definitely was going try. If he wanted to find out what I could all do attempting to project powers on him would be the quickest way to do it. I had almost no way of knowing it worked, I felt almost no change on my end. However, there was some shift in his aura, which he must have felt too.

"What'd you just do?" He questioned.

"Try something," I prompted. However, I could feel his confusion. "Try something that you've always wanted to do. Anything."

"Anything?" I nodded my head eagerly as he took a step back and began looking at the surroundings. He took a small step back before soon becoming focused on the ceiling above us. I could feel him shift his energy to one spot up there, but I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion when all I saw was a green blob forming. Ever so slowly, it took the shape of an all too familiar plant. I glanced back at him, his eyes showing surprise, but his smirk showing something else.

"Mistletoe?" He nodded his head. "I gave you the chance to do any thing you could ever dream about, and you chose to create mistletoe?"

"First of all, the way you were talking earlier, it sounds like there will be plenty of chances for me to do things in the future." I smiled at his comment. Scott placed his hands on my hips once again, quickly pulling us together and centering us directly below the green plant. "And second, who said I've never dreamt about kissing a cute boy under mistletoe?"