(Reader x Eli Pepperjack)

You LOVED being a NERD.

Sure there were some downsides to being a nerd, getting made fun of by the popular girls, getting shoved in lockers, and getting bullied. BUT there were some perks. 

You met Eli

Eli was a weird kid, but so were you, so you both got along great. You nerded out over movies together, you went to games and dances together (AS FRIENDS TO YOUR DISMAY), and helped/studied together. It was during one of these study sessions where Eli had told you about 'Creepers'. You'd lifted your head from your book and smiled at him, a crooked smile that made him keep his gaze on you. 

"Eli," You say with a small laugh ", There are no such things as monsters or creepers."

"But I SAW them, (Y/n)," Eli insists and places his hand on the top of your book, pressing it down ", And I'm going to prove they are real."

"Oh really?" You laugh slightly and tip your head towards him ", And how do you plan on doing that?"

"A STAKEOUT!" His brown eyes light up with excitement.

You roll your eyes "As if your mom would ever let you stay out later than 9."

He grins in a shy or shamed manner before he says "I told my mom we were studying late tonight."

You throw your head back in laughter, "Eli!"

He laughs too ", I know! I know!"

When you both stop laughing, Eli smiles at you, "Wanna join?"

"Join?"

"The stakeout silly!"

You roll your eyes and playfully shove his glasses up his face with one finger ", Sure, Pepperjack, why not?"

He beams and stands, pulling your up with him by the wrists. He playfully spins you around chanting, 'Stakeout, stakeout, stakeout!'. You laughed and spun with him, so what if he didn't see you had feelings for him? So what?

.   .   .

You had stuck in you (h/c) hair.

STICKS.

Eli had grinned at you from in the bush and whispered, "There's no way that Creepers will see us!"

You forced a smile on your face and stared out at the dark streets of Arcadia Oaks, nothing was moving, as you had figured. You shiver, cold, the only sweater you had was (f/c) and was too bright to wear. Eli looked at you (At least you think so, you didn't want to look at him) and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. It didn't help, seeing as he was wearing a t-shirt and his arm was just as cold as the air around her.

You did NOT start BLUSHING like an IDIOT.

You were.

Eli kept his gaze on the streets in front of both of you. You stared too. For a fraction of a second, you look at him but then look away. He was looking at you too. YOu refocus on the street and notice something that hadn't been there before.

"Eli..." You whisper and gesture to the thing in the road  ", Do... Do you see that?"

Eli looks up and at the thing in the road, his arm slips off your shoulders and he stands, walking towards the thing. You follow, nervously and tentatively. The thing was like a squished peanut butter and jelly sandwich that had sat under the couch for too long.

You make a face.

"Eli, what IS that?"

"It's a creeper." 

Eli's voice is a little shaky, a little scared. You move behind him, grabbing his arm and giving it a slight squeeze.

"Eli, come on, let's go." You try and tug the thin boy away from the thing squished int he middle of the road but he doesn't budge. He suddenly turns to you and grabs your shoulders, excitedly shaking you.

"(Y/n)! We FOUND a REAL Creeper!!" He lets go of you and then walks back to the squished thing, poking it with a nearby stick ", Do you know what this means?!"

You look at him, slightly worried, still scared.

"Eli come on, let's go."

Eli looks at you with both excited and terrified eyes, his hands grab your shoulders and shake you slightly.

"Calm down. This! This is amazing," He turns around releasing you ", GOD! I'm so excited. I could do anything right now! I could kiss-"

And he suddenly cut off.

You look up at him and blush, harder than you thought a person could and you started rambling, like an idiot.

Eli looked at you while you rambled and takes a step forward.

"T-t-the most widely accepted theory of kissing is that humans do it because it helps us sniff out a quality mate. When our faces are close together, our pheromones 'talk' — exchanging biological information about whether or not two people will make strong offspring."

Eli and you were almost chests to chest and face to face. You gulp, wishing you could stop talking.

"Women, for example, subconsciously prefer the scent of men whose genes for certain immune system proteins are different from their own. This kind of match could yield offspring with stronger immune systems, and better chances for survival."

He pushes his glasses up his face and sends a crooked smile at you, "Stop talking and appreciate what we just discovered."

You feel your blushing grown and before you can control yourself you say ", I love you."

Eli jerks slightly and his fists clench, nervously? Excitedly? You aren't sure.

(Cliffhanger, I know but part two is going to be something you enjoy very much I swear.)