The Winter Dance

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Scott's Perspective-

Scott looked at himself in the mirror.

"Do I look okay?"

"You look fine, Scott." Gem said.

Scott was getting ready at Gem's house.

They were going to be leaving with fWhip and Sausage in a couple of minutes.

"Are you sure?" Scott spun around in the mirror, "I feel like this dress might not- "

"It's fineeee Scott!" Gem said, walking over to Scott.

"Here." She grabbed a snowflake pin and put it on Scott's dress.

Scott was wearing a spaghetti strapped dress that stopped at his knees.

It puffed out and twirled nicely.

It was a white dress that faded into cyan.

"Are you sure?" Scott looked unsure.

Gem sighed, "Jimmy is already head over heels for you, this is going to make him pass out from how cute you look."

Scott giggled and then fixed his hair.

"I'm nervous about wearing a dress."

"Well don't worry about what everyone else thinks, just know that Jimmy's going to love you."

Scott smiled and blushed.

"Now come on! Let's grab my brother and his boyfriend and take a picture!"

-

Scott stepped out of the car, nervously fixing his hair, and looked around for Jimmy.

Jimmy was rocking back and forth on his feet, a red poppy in hand.

When he saw Scott he froze, his face as red as the glowing poppy.

Gem pushed Scott forward and Scott walked up to Jimmy.

"H-hey Jimmy." Scott said, blushing.

Jimmy's mouth was moving but no sound came out.

Scott laughed and that seemed to make Jimmy even redder.

"What's with the poppy?" Scott asked.

Jimmy snapped back.

"Oh yeah, I got it for you." Jimmy put the poppy in Scott's hair.

"Thanks!" Scott smiled, "How do I look?"

Jimmy blushed; it looked as though he was trying to decide what answer would be the least embarrassing.

"Y-you look." Jimmy stuttered, "Adorable." He whispered.

Scott blushed as well and kissed his boyfriend.

Jimmy kissed back, his hand in Scott's cyan hair.

Scott smiled.

He had found his home.

His home with Jimmy.

I love you.

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