Sunday morning arrived, the day Scott had been looking forward to all week: his first official date with Allison. He could feel the excitement bubbling in his chest, and it showed on his face. As he moved around the house, there was a noticeable bounce in his step. Melissa, catching on to his unusually good mood, raised an eyebrow at him as he passed by the kitchen.
"You look excited today. What's going on?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of amusement.
Scott, not one to shy away from his mom, shot her a playful smirk. "I've got a date."
Melissa blinked, her face lighting up with surprise. "A date?" she repeated, clearly amused. She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter with a mock-serious look. "Who are you, and where is my cute, shy little dork?"
Scott groaned, rolling his eyes. "Really, Mom? A dork? You're calling me a dork?"
Melissa couldn't help but laugh at her son's annoyance. The easy banter between them was one of Scott's favorite parts of the morning. "Yes, you were my little dork. But now...," she said, pouting and casting a fake sad look at him, "you seem to have grown up overnight."
"Thanks for the reminder, Mom," Scott replied sarcastically, though the smile never left his face.
After a moment of comfortable silence, Melissa's tone softened, and she gave him a warm smile. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Scott."
Scott grinned mischievously and leaned in, giving her a playful look. "I don't know, Mom. What did you do on your first date? You look like the wild type when you were young."
Melissa's eyes gleamed with mischief. She wasn't going to let him off easy. "Oh, those were some good memories. I could tell you...," she started, trailing off as she made a show of reminiscing.
Scott's face paled, and he immediately regretted teasing her. "Stop, stop, stop! I don't want to know!"
But Melissa wasn't done. "You sure? I was the popular girl at school back then. And the boys...," she began, her voice dripping with amusement.
Scott jumped up, frantically waving his hands. "Mom, please! I don't need to hear this!" He shoved his fingers in his ears and started singing loudly to drown out her words.
Melissa burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. She had won this round, and the sight of Scott's embarrassed face made her laugh even harder. "Okay, okay. I'll stop!" she said between giggles. "But seriously, have fun. Just don't give me a reason to lecture you later, alright?"
Before Scott could respond, a car pulled up outside their house. A knock on the door quickly followed, and when Scott opened it, his eyes widened in surprise. Parked outside was a sleek, black 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z28, polished to perfection. His dad had sent him the car, and he deeply appreciated.
"Whoa," Scott whispered, taking in the sight of the car. He rushed outside to inspect it, his heart racing with excitement.
Melissa appeared behind him, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smile. "Looks like someone's a bit excited," she teased.
Scott shot her a grin as he ran his fingers along the smooth surface of the car. After inspecting every inch, he grabbed his phone and immediately called his father, thanking him for the incredible gift. Their conversation was short, but it was good.
"Take good care of it," Melissa warned as Scott ended the call. "And be careful when you're driving."
Scott nodded, his smile not fading for a second. After taking a shower, he dressed in casual but stylish clothes—dark jeans that hugged his legs comfortably, a fitted navy blue shirt that emphasized his lean but muscular build, and a black leather jacket that added a touch of cool to the look. He topped it off with a pair of sneakers that were perfect for a casual date but still stylish enough to impress.
He glanced at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance. "Alright," he muttered, running a hand through his hair to give it a final tousle, "time to go."
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Arriving at Allison's house, Scott parked the Camaro in the driveway and walked up to the front door. Before he could knock, the door swung open, revealing none other than Chris Argent. The man stood tall and intimidating, his gaze sharp as he looked Scott up and down.
"What do you want, kid?" Chris growled, clearly not in the mood for pleasantries.
Scott, unfazed, met his gaze with confidence. "I'm here to pick up Allison. We've got a date."
The tension between them was palpable, but Scott wasn't intimidated. Not one bit. He knew exactly who Chris Argent was and what he was capable of, but that didn't mean Scott would back down.
Just as Chris was about to say something else, Allison appeared behind him, shooting her father a glare before tugging Scott away by the arm. "Dad, stop. We're just going out."
Chris's jaw clenched, but before he could protest, Scott waved at him with a smug grin. "Don't worry, Mr. Argent. I'll have her home safe."
Allison dragged Scott to the car, her eyes lighting up when she saw the Camaro. "Wow, Scott! This car is amazing!" she said, running her hands along the hood.
Scott chuckled, opening the passenger door for her. "Glad you like it. It's a gift from my cheap dad."
As they drove off, Scott glanced in the rearview mirror and caught sight of Chris Argent standing in the doorway, glaring at him with murder in his eyes. Scott couldn't help but give him a cheeky wave goodbye, causing Allison to giggle beside him.
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The day was perfect. Scott took Allison to a quaint little café for lunch, where they shared laughs and stories over coffee and pastries. The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, with Scott's humor and confidence shining through as he made Allison laugh constantly. There were moments when their hands brushed against each other, sending electric sparks through both of them.
After lunch, they took a walk through the park, enjoying the crisp autumn air and the sight of the changing leaves. Scott took the opportunity to hold her hand, and Allison, blushing but smiling, didn't pull away.
In the evening, Scott took her to the movies, where they sat side by side in the dark theater, their shoulders occasionally brushing. Scott couldn't help but feel how right everything felt. It wasn't just the date—it was the connection he was building with Allison, something genuine and deep. As he gently put his arm around her shoulder, she looked up at him with a spark in her eyes that ignited his heart. With a shared breath of anticipation, their lips met softly for their first kiss, a sweet promise of the beautiful future yet to come.
As the movie ended and the credits rolled, Scott walked her back to the Camaro, the night's chill wrapping around them. He drove her back to her house, parking the car in the driveway.
Standing in front of her door, Scott turned to her, his eyes softening. "You were gorgeous tonight," he said softly.
Allison's cheeks flushed a deep red, and before she could respond, Scott leaned in and kissed her. It was a slow kiss, filled with warmth and affection. Allison pulled back slightly, her face redder than ever, and with a shy smile, she darted into the house.
Scott chuckled softly, turning to head back to his car, but not before catching sight of Chris Argent standing at the window, glaring daggers at him.
With a playful grin, Scott waved innocently. "Brought her back safe and sound, Mr. Argent. Nothing to worry about."
Chris's eyes narrowed dangerously, but Scott just shrugged and got back into his Camaro, driving off into the night with a satisfied smirk on his face.
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