A/N: So, here's the deal. I took down Lovely Buttons and Run Away. Because, I know how it is to have no inspiration. I swear, sometime I will re-write them. But I just need some time. Right now, this story is going to be one-shots after everything that happens after the adventures and buttons and danger. Enjoy~
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"I-I'm so nervous, Cat." the eleven-year-old boy stuttered, nervously straightening the tie his Grandmother had forced onto him, clarifying sternly that 'boys like you don't need to be datin' this young, but if you really want to impress the girl, you have to look your best.'
He hadn't even attempted to tame his wild mass of copper-colored curls, so they sprung out all around his head untidily. He had, however, managed to remove and debris that had gotten stuck in the past two weeks. That peppermint took out a small clump of tangles with its escape.
The skinny black cat with sapphire blue eyes that was curled up on his bed purred in amusement, flicking his tail lazily as the boy tried to tie his shoes with shaky hands.
"I can't do this. What if she laughs at me?" he mumbled, turning around to face the feline. He shook his head at him, and Wybie sighed.
"Wish me luck, bud," he said, patting his head and grabbing the box that contained a blue rose for his freshly-acquired "girlfriend."
whenever he even thought of the word "girlfriend," Wybie's hands would get as wet as the sidewalk on a regular Oregon day, and his eye had this strange habit of twitching. He had also fainted once, when Coraline had introduced him to her friends at school, using the word "boyfriend." He had woken up at the nurse's office, a cool icepack resting on the bump on his head, and a worried blue-haired-girl smirking at him with her arms crossed.
Wybie gulped, cleared his throat, and slowly made his way downstairs. Miss Lovat waited at the bottom, smiling proudly at his appearance. Dark blue sweater under a black vest, and a dark blue tie to match.
He wore a pair of black jeans, (not rolled up at the ankles) and his classic too-big-for-his-feet green tennis shoes. His Grandmother kissed the top of his head and squeezed him half to death. He smiled and returned the hug, much more gently.
"You treat that Coraline girl well, you hear me?" she said. He nodded.
"You better be home by ten o' clock, too."
Wybie rolled his eyes. "yes, Gramma." He kissed leaned up and kissed her cheek. "Love you."
"I love you, too." she replied, giving him another embrace.
"Wybie... This is beautiful!" exclaimed Coraline, holding the rose close to her. He rubbed his neck chuckling.
"I-it's nothing, Jonesy."
The girl looked away from him, up at the moon. "I remember the Other Wybie throwing me a rose..."
"Oh?" he said. "I remember you telling me that. She sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah, you've done a good job remembering from then."
"It's only been a year."
"It seems like a day."
"I know how you feel." They were up on the Hill, their own private sanctuary. It was a meadow covered in soft blades of grass and wildflowers, and you could see all of Ashland's woods and the town lights in the distance. It was the perfect place for a first date, in Wybie's opinion. Coraline agreed.
"It's so beautiful up here..." she breathed quietly, picking a purple flower and twirling it between her fingers.
"I found this place thanks to Cat," Wybie said, smiling. "He ran off one time while I was hunting for a spider and I followed him up here. This was the place where I found my first banana slug."
"Really? What'd you name him?" Coraline asked.
"I was about five, then. I named her Mustard."
"...It was a girl, and you named her Mustard?"
Wybie chuckled quietly and pulled Coraline closer. "Well, I found her here. Do you think any guy banana slugs would like the flowers? Too bad Cat had to go and eat her."
"I bet she tasted like ketchup."
They both laughed, and continued to stare up at the stars in the sky, until Wybie cleared his throat.
"Um... Jonesy?" Just do it!
"W-well... I.. wanted to... erm..." Be a man! Come on!
Get your eye to stop twitching!
Don't faint – deep breaths.
Slowly, he reached down and pulled off the glove on his left hand, revealing three white scars running from his knuckles to his wrist.
"R-remember what happened there?"
Coraline scoffed. "Of course I do. What are you getting at, Why-be-born?"
"Well... I want you to always remember." Wybie took the girl's pale, small hand into his and slipped the skull-patterned glove onto her fingers. There were stitches that sealed up the slices where the metallic hand had swiped into the fabric. The girl looked at the boy, who stared soberly into her hazel eyes.
"You want me... to keep this?"
Coraline licked her lips slowly, flexing her fingers, testing out the fitting of the glove.
"As long as I can wash it." She smiled. He smiled back, holding his now bare hand in hers.
"Of course. As long as you promise to wear it."
"Forever, you dork."
Wybie will never forget this moment as long as he lived. Coraline gave him a sly grin, reached up, and kissed his lips with a gentle fervor that he copied with passion.
She entwined his left hand in her's, and pulled back. Wybie could still taste her lips. They tasted like cotton candy, and strawberry lip gloss. He gave her a goofy grin.
"This makes you my partner in crime." he said.
"Oh, God, two village stalkers?" she groaned.
"No, two troublemakers." his smile turned devilish, and she raised an eyebrow.
"That's more like it."
A/N: So... Like it? Love it? Hate it? Can't stand CoralineXWybie? Well, don't worry, this story won't have just fluff. It'll have angst.
this is the part where you all go "YAY, ANGST" by the way.
I hope you liked the first chapter! Tune in sometime soon for the next!