jason didn't know what to expect. he liked you— a lot. his heart would race at the faintest glimpse of you, butterflies would fill his stomach at the mention of you and when you were close his palms grew clammy.

just like right now; jason awkwardly and anxiously wiped his hands against his pants, cutting a look at you from the corner of his eyes.

you suggested something ‘chill’ for your first date, which jason didn't mind whatsoever. better than making uncomfortable small talk over an even more overpriced dinner. so, movie night at your place it was.

here you were, dressed in sweatpants and oversized t-shirt with your head in his lap and a bowl of popcorn huddled close to you, looking better than any designer suit or dress he could've thought up. should he touch you? should he say something? this environment was much different than his usual first dates; he was lucky to see the inside of his date's place after the first outing.

he'd been so lost in thought he hadn't seen the credits begin to roll, or your head turn to look up at him with that smile. he was doomed.

"did you like the movie?" you ask, nearly making his flush as red as a tomato. what had the movie even been about? a girl. and a guy. and... yeah, that was all he had caught. maybe another guy somewhere in the mix.

"yeah," he lied smoothly, lips cracking into the slightest hint of a smile, "it was good. we watching another one?" he hoped you said yes. even if he wasn't quite sure of what to do, he was enjoying this time with you. jason just hoped you didn't find him boring; he was the farthest thing from boring.