Dear journal,
He actually brought a kite, oh my god.
-M

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I watched Scott set up the kite, laughing at his struggle. He's never flown a kite before, which I found to be pretty cute but he seemed to be embarrassed. He eventually gave it to me, and in a few minutes I had the kite up and into the air. He smiled at me brightly and walk over.

"Now this has to be just as I imagined or I can't check it off of my bucket list," he says. He walked behind me and put his hands over top of mine on the kite, pushing me forward so we would walk together. "I probably should've done this during the day, huh?" He says. We both laugh and continue to walk.

"I suppose it might've been a little easier," I say. "You know, then we would actually be able to see the kite." Scott chuckles behind me. We continued walking. "What do you think we'd be doing if we were at the dance right now?" I ask. He sighs.

"Well, I'd probably be sittin' alone, watching you dance with someone and wishin' it were me," he says. I blushed, happy that he couldn't see it in the dark.

"I wouldn't be dancing with anyone, though," I tell him.

"Not even a friend?" He asks. "Not Alex?"

"Scott," I say softly. "Probably not."

"Probably?" He questions, sarcasm hinting his voice behind me. I shake my head with a smile. "You better not dance with Alex, that's my job."

"Prove it," I say, not thinking.

"Prove it?" He asks. "Fine, lets go to the dance." I sigh.

"We can't do that, Scott. We didn't buy tickets-"

"Be rebellious, Mitch! Let's sneak in! It isn't hard, trust me," I thought for a moment before laughing.

"Fuck it."

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I was laughing as Scott reached the back door of our high school. We never put on formal clothes, so we were sneaking into the dance in our normal, everyday outfits. Avi opened the door from the inside, since it was locked, and helped us in. We ran down the hall to avoid being seen, and before we knew it, we were standing in front of everyone at the dance.

"So, let me prove it now," Scott says and grabs my hand, pulling me to the dance floor. He threw his hands to my waist as mine held his shoulders, and just like that, we were slow dancing for the second time tonight, both laughing at the fact that we completely don't fit in with the formal theme.

I spotted Kirstie dancing with Malory, her eyes widening when she saw me. She winked and gave me a thumbs up, and I chuckled at her observation. I shook my head shortly before letting it rest on Scotts chest again.

"I feel a little...under-dressed," I say anxiously. He chuckles.

"You look hot, e'eryone here is starin', I guarantee it," Scott reassures. I smile against him. I look around slightly to see Alex. He was dancing with Jake, a smile on his face as he laughed to his best friend about to something.

"Not everyone," I say with a smile. Scott looked to see who I was looking at before looking back to me, shaking his head. "Him and Jake, wouldn't they be cute?" I ask.

"I don't really care 'bout them," Scott says. "This night is about us." He smiles. The song trickled to an end, and as soon as it ended, Kirstie sprinted over to me and hugged me.

"Woah," I stutter in her grip, about to fall backwards. She pulls back from the hug with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" She asks excitedly. "You said you couldn't come!"

"We snuck in!" I say, putting a finger over my mouth in a way to tell her to 'keep quiet'. Her eyes widened and an even bigger smile crawled over her face.

"That's fucking amazing!" She says. She turns to Scott shortly before giving me one more hug, walking to Scott. "You hurt my best friend and I'll kick my foot so far up your tall, southern ass-" Scotts eyes widened slightly.

"Kirstie," I say, putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. I can put up with him."

"But you don't know how bad southern folks can really be," she says. I chuckle.

"Let me find out the hard way." I tell her. She faintly smiled before grabbing Malory's hand and skipping off again. I heard Scott chuckle from behind me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the water stand, where two students were giving out free bottles of water. "I'm thirsty."

"I know," Scott says with a wink. I hit him lightly with a smile, taking a gulp from the water bottle. I felt Scott's hand rest on my hip from behind me. I smiled at the touch. He leaned down and put his head on my neck. "Photo booth," he whispers. "Let's go." I turn around and shake my head.

"We can't do that!" I say. "We aren't formal and teachers run that booth!" I explain to him, pointing at them.

"Live a little, rich boy," he says. "They ain't gonna notice a thing, and you look stunnin'," he continues. I shake my head, letting him pull me into the photo booth. The teacher didn't say anything as we sat on the chair. The count down went down and we posed, Scotts arm around my shoulders for a cheeky smile. The next pose, I closed one of my eyes and stuck my tongue out while Scott was laughing at me, the next one was both of us laughing now at the fact that Scott was laughing at me. And for the last one, we pulled ourselves together enough for Scott to lean over and peck my check, as I blushed.

We crawled out of the booth and waited for our pictures to print. I was slightly nervous about the teachers standing right there, but Scotts confident facial expression helped me calm down. We took our pictures, both of us keeping one since it printed two, and wandered back towards the dance floor.

I insisted we took an actual photo on our phones, giving mine to Kirstie. I told Scott to do the 'traditional' dance pose, that being he held his hands in the front of my stomach while he stood behind me, my hand sitting over his. I smiled, but I could feel the heat of Scotts face leaning forward and doing the 'kissy' face right at my neck. Kirstie gave me my phone back and smiled.

"Y'all are too cute," she says. Scott and I looked to each other.

"We know," Scott mumbles, placing his hand on my hip from behind me yet again.