A/N: So I decided to continue this story due to popular demand. It's just going to be two chapters, though, so now it's finished.
The pairing name is now officially "Flintilda." Got rid of the "CH."
I know you probably don't care, but I'm absolutely terrified that the cowboys are going home on the Amazing Race tonight. (I love you, Jet and Cord!) Just so you knew what the most exciting thing in my life is at the moment. (Pathetic. . .)
August 8th update: I edited this chapter a little at the end. Really I just added a few sentences to flesh out a couple of paragraphs that I thought were lacking. Hopefully it's even better now!
Hope you enjoy! Please R&R!
"Are you okay?" Jackson asked.
Flinch jumped at the sound of someone else's voice. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He had been staring into space, still focused on the scene that had gone on earlier that day. "I'm, uh, just a little distracted."
"Ah, I see." Jackson nodded. "It's that ADHD thing again, isn't it?"
Flinch rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. "For the millionth time, Jackson, I don't have ADHD. If I did, we probably wouldn't even be having this conversation."
Jackson put up his hands in defense. "Okay, I just assumed . . . You do know what the H stands for, right?" Met with no response from Flinch, Jackson continued. "Well, anyway, when are we gonna start?"
"Hmm?" Flinch looked at him in confusion. "Start what?"
"Training! Ms. Holiday was just telling the rest of you guys about my training schedule today. You're first," Jackson informed him. He added with a smirk, "Did you not hear because you had a lapse of attention?"
"Everyone gets distracted, Braceface," Flinch mumbled. He stood up. "I guess it's off to the faculty parking lot, then."
"Right. To the parking lot," Jackson answered unenthusiastically, also standing up. The last time he had trained with Flinch, a Volkswagen bug had nearly taken his leg off. He wasn't exactly looking forward to doing it again.
"Actually, Braceface, there's been a change of plans. You're training with me today," said a voice that made both boys jump. It was Matilda.
Jackson reacted in a way that anyone would expect. "Jeez, Matilda! Don't do that again!" he exclaimed.
When Flinch saw who the owner of the voice was, he was knocked out of the seemingly spacey, uninterested mood he had been in just seconds before. He began to shuffle his feet and run his fingers through his hair nervously. The expression on his face flickered between a forced smile and apprehensively biting his lip. When he spoke, he stammered, and it was a lot different from his usual amalgamated speech. "Y-yeah, we, uh, we didn't see you there," he mumbled.
Matilda also went through a change when she saw the boy she had just four hours ago shared a first kiss with. She gulped and looked towards the floor shyly. "Sorry, Flinch, I didn't see you there, either. Just Jackson," she stammered without a trace of her usual confidence.
Jackson, who was entirely unaware of what had happened between the two, watched the scene in front of him with an eyebrow raised. "Is there something going on here that I should know about?" he asked.
Matilda was the first to regain her composure. "If what you mean by that is 'Am I about to have my butt whooped using a pack of sugar-free bubble gum and a digital camera,' then yes, you are," she said, revealing both of said items in her hands.
"Aw, crap . . . " Jackson mumbled as he went to follow her to the supply closet.
Before she left his sight, Matilda briefly lifted her head up to look at Flinch. However, when he caught her eye, she quickly looked down again and hurried away.
Flinch groaned and sat back down, head in hands. The chances were good that any chance he would have had with Matilda in the future had been completely weirded out of her. Even scarier a thought was that he may have just lost one of his best friends. He honestly had no idea what Matilda thought of him, but based on the reaction she had had about the kiss, she didn't feel the same.
"Why did I have to go and kiss her?" he whispered to himself angrily.
About thirty minutes later, Duncan came and tapped Flinch on the shoulder.
Flinch looked up and grumbled, "What?"
Duncan took a step backwards, surprised at his friend snapping at him. "Matilda needs you to go to the supply closet to get Jackson for training," he said.
Flinch stood up in surprise. "Why can't he just come here himself?"
"Oh, I don't think he can," Duncan replied. "You'll see."
So Flinch reluctantly found himself walking to the supply closet for the second time that day. When he got there, a shocking sight was waiting for him. Jackson was passed out and slumped against a wall. His arms and torso were tied up with a stringy pink substance that looked a lot like bubble gum. He was gagged with the same substance and had marks all over his face that were shaped like the lens of a digital camera.
Matilda was standing nearby with her arms crossed and a smug smile on her face. She looked at Flinch when he came in and said, "I'm guessing he'll be awake in about ten minutes. He'll be ready for you then."
Flinch just stood by the door, speechless, like an idiot.
Matilda walked over to him. "Listen, Flinch, we really need to talk. You know why," she began.
"Yeah . . . " Flinch replied.
Matilda didn't mince words. She got straight to the point. "Why did you kiss me?"
Flinch shrugged, not sure what to say. He turned the knob on his harness before speaking just to make sure he didn't stammer. "Well, I guess to thank you for helping me out," he said.
Matilda nodded. "And that's all? Come on, Flinch, you don't go around kissing people just to say 'Thanks,'" she urged.
"Well . . . " Flinch grimaced, not believing that he was about to say what he was about to say. "Maybe I kind of have a crush on you."
Matilda raised an eyebrow. "Maybe?"
Flinch sighed. "Okay, I do have a crush on you," he confessed. "But I never intended to actually kiss you. I wasn't thinking when I did it."
Matilda took a quick hit of her inhaler before looking to the side and quietly saying, "Well, would it mean anything then if I said that I sort of liked you too?"
Flinch smiled. "Of course it would!"
Matilda smiled as well. "Then I do."
Flinch's slight smile turned into a grin. "Really?" When Matilda nodded, he continued. "What does this mean, then? Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now or something?"
Matilda thought about it. "Well, I don't think I'm allowed to have a boyfriend for a while," she said after a moment. "But we can wait until then, can't we?"
Flinch nodded. "Yeah. We can wait." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Are you at least allowed to hug boys who are waiting to be your boyfriend?"
"As someone with severe asthma, it might be a little dangerous for me to hug someone with super strength," Matilda answered. Flinch's face fell slightly, but then she spoke again. "I don't think that my parents will have to know if you kiss me one more time, though."
"I think I can live with that for now," Flinch said, awkwardly taking hold of Matilda's hands.
And with that, Flinch and Matilda kissed for the second time. Granted, it was a little awkward. Not counting the "accident" earlier that day, neither of them had ever really kissed anyone before. But they didn't care whether it felt forced or not – they did like each other, after all. The kiss lasted a little longer than they would have hoped, and they probably wouldn't have known when to separate had they not been interrupted by the sound of clinking metal and a shout of, "Whoah!"
They broke apart to see Jackson once again on his feet. Two metal pincers were protruding from his mouth, and judging from the pinkish goo coating them, they had been used to tear off his bubble gum prison. He was staring at Flinch and Matilda wide-eyed, mouth agape. "Did I miss something here?" he shouted incredulously.
Matilda laughed nervously. "Well, I didn't expect him to wake up so quickly," she said sheepishly. She looked at Jackson with a fierce expression on her face. "We'll explain later. You can't tell anybody about this. Flinch, take Braceface to your training station."
"Okay . . . " Jackson replied, bewildered.
Flinch motioned for Jackson to get out of the supply closet. He was about to follow, but before he did, he turned back to look at Matilda. "I can't wait," he said, waving.
Matilda smiled. "Neither can I, Flinch."
A/N: The end.
Don't worry, however, because I'll be writing many more stories about this adorable pairing in the future.