S C O T T

"Kelly!" I greeted loudly, grinning at the blonde on the other side of the door. Kelly quirked an eyebrow at me and my grin just widened, "It's so nice that you're here! Connor's so excited for your date, but he was having a little pants-boxers problem."

Kelly didn't even bat an eyelash; she was used to this kind of stuff. She had been friends with Connor and I long enough to know not to question anything. Plus, she knew the amount of times Connor had embarrassed me in front of Elle, so she was probably expecting me to get him back sometime. It was inevitable.

"Revenge?" Kelly whispered, and I nodded happily. She laughed and stood up a little straighter, calling out in a louder voice, "A pants-boxer problem? What the hell?"

I heard Connor shout my name from his room, and I busted out into laughter. I just smirked and nodded again at Kelly, "You know how it is with Connor. He tucked his shirt into his boxers - "

I didn't get to finish my sentence. I could hear Connor running in the room, but, before I got to say another word, he launched himself onto my back. I yelped out and stumbled forward, grasping the wall to get myself from falling on top of Kelly. Kelly bit her lip to keep from laughing and took a step backwards, at the same time Connor threw his hands over my mouth.

I growled in annoyance and stepped back from the wall. Connor was naturally fairly light, and I was used to skating around with weight on me. But the second I stepped back, Miguel ran past my feet and I shouted, tripping over the cat. I stumbled backwards and Connor yelled, dropping his hands from my mouth to wrap his arms around my shoulders tightly.

I stayed up for a few seconds, but then couldn't get my balance. I cursed and tripped over my own two feet, falling to the ground. Connor fell first and I landed on top of him, the back of my head knocking into the front of his. I groaned and pushed myself up slightly, rubbing the back of my head where Connor's nose had slammed in the back of my head. Shit, he had a hard nose.

Connor pushed me and I reluctantly rolled off of him, landing on my back. I groaned again and leaned my head back against the floor, narrowing my eyes at Miguel when he ran past me. All that cat did was steal my boxers, try to steal my food, and accidentally pee on my floor. He was Satan.

"I think I have your butt imprint on my stomach," Connor hissed, turning his head to narrow his eyes at me, "I blame you if I need surgery to get back my regular stomach again."

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up, stretching out my legs and tugging on the edge of my shirt to straighten it out, "You're the one that jumped on top of my back, doucher."

"That's my word!" Connor cried, pushing himself up. He groaned and stopped mid-way, lifting up his shirt to look at his stomach. I scoffed and flipped him off, and he looked back up at me, "Remember when I asked if you had a firm butt? You do. And it fucking hurts."

I leaned forward and slapped the back of Connor's head, just as Kelly decided to actually enter the apartment. Connor's cheeks flushed and he tugged down his shirt, giving her an awkward wave. Kelly laughed and I stood up, grabbing Connor's shoulders and tugging him up, since he seemed incapable to do it himself.

"Hi," Connor grinned, pale cheeks flushed a bright red color. I snickered at that and he put his hand behind his back to flip me off, "You look really, really good."

"So do you," Kelly said, and Connor's grin only became impossibly wider, "you know, even with your shirt tucked into your boxers."

Connor's head whipped around to his back and he tugged on the edge of the plaid shirt, making sure that it wasn't tucked into his boxers. When he realized Kelly was joking, he turned back to her, a playful smile on his face. Even I couldn't help but smile at how happy they both looked at that moment.

They stood there awkwardly for another few minutes and I sighed, taking that as my cue to help them out. Kelly and Connor obviously liked each other a lot, but they were both so awkward about it. Which meant I had to help them out, since neither one looked like they were gonna move.

I put my hands on Connor and Kelly's shoulders and gently pushed them out, laughing when Connor pushed my hand off Kelly's shoulder to replace it with his own. They stopped out front the door and Connor patted his pockets quickly to make sure he had his keys and wallet, and Kelly just grinned at me.

"Have fun!" I called, drumming my fingers on the edge of the door, "And, you know, good luck and be safe."

"Scott - " Kelly started, and I shook my head quickly, cheeks flushing bright red at what Kelly thought I meant.

"No, no," I said quickly, scratching the back of my neck and ducking my head down. I looked at Connor and pointed a finger to him, "Be safe to Con. Fuck - that doesn't sound any better. Just wait 'till the date. You'll understand."

Kelly and Connor walked down the hallway, their laughter completely audible until they disappeared into the elevator. I sighed and slammed the door shut, standing there for a few seconds before I realized that I had to get ready for my date. I turned and started jogging down the hallway, silently wishing myself a good luck.

I had planned my first (technically), proper date with Elle down to a T.

Before the date, I had asked Elle what her favorite food was, and she had immediately responded with pizza. So I had found one of the nicest pizza places, and placed an order for us. I had also remembered one of the first times Elle and I had hung out, and I had planned a special surprise for the end of the date.

"Do you know what they put in pizza?" I asked Elle, twisting my straw between my fingers and grinning at Elle. She shrugged and quirked an eyebrow, "Little Italian people."

Elle busted out laughing, and dropped her pizza down on her plate. I grinned in satisfaction and watched as she hunched over, unable to stop herself from laughing. People looked back at us, but Elle either didn't notice, or didn't care. (I figured it was both, since Elle was't the type to stop laughing because people noticed).

Elle looked back up at me, green eyes glassy and cheeks bright red, "You're an idiot," she decided, and I just laughed and stuck my tongue out at her, "imagine if someone heard you say that. They'd put little Scott's in pizza."

"And they would taste delicious."

Elle laughed again and I grinned, leaning back in my seat. The date hadn't been going on that long, but it was already amazing. I couldn't stop laughing or smiling - especially when I had taken Elle to the restaurant, and she looked so happy when I realized I had picked the pizza place specifically because she said it was her favorite.

"You've got pizza sauce," Elle began, and my attention whipped back to her. I frowned and grabbed a napkin, and Elle's lips twitched up into an amused smile, "on your, um.. nose."

My cheeks flushed bright red and I cursed, ducking my head and wiping the napkin across my nose. I couldn't figure out how the hell I had even managed to get it on my nose. All I could figure out was that I was ridiculously embarrassed, and Elle was smiling fondly at me.

"They sabotaged my pizza," I muttered, crumpling up my napkin and shoving it next to my plate. Elle snorted and I nodded, "They definitely put extra sauce on it to make me more nervous for a date I was already nervous for - "

"You were nervous?"

"Of course," I said, waving my hand and brushing off the question, "can we focus on the fact that this restaurant basically has it out for me?"

"Maybe it's because you accused them of cooking people into their pizzas, Scotty."

As much as I hated the nickname Scotty (one that Jay and Connor seemed to love), it didn't sound so bad when Elle said it. I just grinned and accepted it because, really, it sounded kind of endearing coming from Elle.

Elle and I finished the food, and I quickly paid, before leading her out to the front of the restaurant. When I had been looking for a date spot, I had been looking for another thing: a restaurant with a mini-golf course. I remembered when Elle and I had gone playing, and when we both decided that we needed a round two. And I wanted that to happen on our date.

And, perfectly, the restaurant had a mini-golf course in the back.

I wrapped my hands around Elle's eyes and led her around the restaurant, ignoring her questions asking what we were doing and just assuring her that she would love it. When we reached the back, I led her into the room where you picked up your golf club and golf balls, and took my hand off her eyes.

Elle looked around for a second before recognizing where I had brought her. I watched her expression eagerly, and a grin broke out on my face when she grinned and turned to me. Her eyes were bright.

"Mini-golf," she stated, and I nodded, pulling out my wallet and paying for two clubs and balls, "I'm surprised you even rememberd that we played."

I frowned and handed her the club, leading her out the door to where the course actually started. I dropped my ball on the ground and held the club in one hand before turning to Elle, "Of course I remembered. I remember all the stuff we've done."

Realizing what I said, my cheeks flushed bright red and I turned back to the first course. It was simple; the hole was at the top of a small hill. I bit my lip and bent down, angling the club and hitting the ball. Standing on my tip-toes, I grinned when the ball easily rolled into the hole, giving me a hole-in-one. I turned to Elle, but she was just smiling back at me.

When Elle saw that I had gotten a hole-in-one, her smile turned into a smirk, "So this means you remember that I'm going to kick your ass at this, right?"

"In your dreams, Monroe," I snorted, walking up the hill and grabbing my ball, "I'm practically a professional golf player."

"Hockey. You're getting there with hockey. Stick with one sport, Wilson," Elle shot back, putting her ball on the ground and getting into position, "We wouldn't want you getting too big of an ego, now would we?"

"Can't help it when I'm so talented," I said, smirking and leaning on my club. Elle rolled her eyes and my smirk just widened, "You didn't deny it - "

I was cut off when Elle hit her ball forward. I took a few steps forward, watching as her bright orange ball rolled up the hill and then into the hole. Elle - who had been awful last time we had played golf together - had suddenly gotten a hole-in-one.

I turned to Elle, and, at my accusing look, she shrugged innocently, "I've been praciticing."

An hour later, I had found out that it was completely true that Elle had been practicing.

She had gotten four hole-in-one's out of a nine-hold game, while I had only gotten two. She had beat me really badly, and, somehow, this time it was my ball rolling into the water that lined the golf course. The roles had been completely reversed, and I wasn't happy with it.

I gripped the steering wheel and turned down the street. After our mini-golf portion of the date had ended, we had decided to call it a night.

Elle leaned back in her seat, flicking through something on her phone. Elle had changed my name to, 'Scott the cute mini-golf loser' and now, all she could talk about was how good my new contact name looked. I didn't really mind, though, because she had added the bit about 'cute' and that was good enough for me.

I pulled in front of Elle's house and Elle leaned forward, shoving her phone into her pocket. I quickly un-buckled my seat-belt. Elle shot me a confused gaze and I just slipped out my door. Running to her side, I opened up her door and shot her a cheeky grin, motioning her out.

"What a gentleman," Elle teased, getting out of the door. I pushed it shut behind her and turned back to her, "I had a really good time. Beating you at a golf always makes a date better."

I rolled my eyes, "Mini-golf," I corrected, shaking my head, "it's, like, the baby version of actual golf. So you're like a baby-pro."

"Sure."

I leaned in closer to Elle. Our position had gotten changed; she had stepped away from the car, and now we were both standing on the sidewalk, right below the steps to her house. We were inches apart, and her eyes just looked so wide and Elle just looked so amazing in that moment.

"I like you," I blurted out, fiddling with my fingers, "and tonight was really good. I had a really good time and I sound like a girl for saying this, but I'm happy I asked you out, Elle."

"We can both sound like girls, then, because I'm happy you asked me out."

I leaned forward and kissed Elle. It only lasted a few seconds, because when I pulled back, I saw Coach Monroe standing at the screen door, looking right at us.

Shit.