Summary: Colt and MC (Ellie) go on their first date and Colt puts his foot in his mouth.
Notes: This is a fic for the prompt from @desiree-0816 : “Colt x Ellie…in a vehicle / first date” from this list of Kiss Prompts. It takes place about a week after my First Kiss – Colt x MC fic. Thank you for the request!
“So where are we going?” Ellie asked as she drove her car aimlessly through the streets of LA.
“You tell me,” Colt said, smirking from where he sat in the passenger seat. “You’re the one driving.”
Ellie sighed, annoyed as she exhaled loudly through her nose. “Dammit, Colt.”
“What?” he asked, voice dripping with false innocence.
“Nothing,” Ellie muttered. “I don’t know why I expected.” At the next light, she made a u-turn.
“Where are you going?” Colt asked.
“You know what? It’s my fault,” Ellie said. “When you asked me out, I thought you had some kind of plan.”
“Did you think we were going to sip a milkshake with two straws before I took you to a movie?” he asked, amused. “Because that really sounds more like the kind of thing Logan would do. I’m sure he’s available if you want to head back to the shop and go out with him inste–.”
“Jesus, Colt, SHUT UP!” Ellie shouted, her voice filling the inside of her car. “God, why are you like this? You asked me out and you’ve been a jerk ever since we left the shop. I thought after last week when…” She swallowed, fighting back the tears of frustration that threatened to fall. “We…we kissed, and I thought you–“
“Ellie, stop,” Colt interrupted. “Hey, pull over there,” he said, pointing to a nearly empty lot. Ellie did as he said and pulled the car into a spot before putting it into park. She stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. “Look…I’m sorry. I thought I was being funny.”
“You’re not funny,” Ellie said, still refusing to look at him.
“Oh, come on, I’m kind of funny,” Colt said.
Her silence filled the void after his words.
“I’m sorry,” he tried again, voice softening. When she didn’t respond, he sat back in his seat and stared out the windshield. Finally, he spoke again. “When I was in high school, my mom made me go see a shrink. She thought I had anger issues. Anyway, the shrink told her that I used what she called ‘hurtful humor’ to keep people away from me. Like a defense mechanism or something. I thought that was stupid at the time, but since…well, since I met you, I’ve been thinking more about that.”
“Why?”
Colt sighed deeply, not wanting to watch her while he said this. “Because I like you and I want to get closer to you, but I don’t know how to do that.”
“Not being a dick is a good start.”
“See? I’m learning so much from you already,” Colt said, finally cautioning a glance in her direction. He noticed she still wasn’t smiling, but she didn’t look angry. That was an improvement.
“You can’t be mean to me,” Ellie said quietly. “I have too much else going on in my life right now to deal with you being mean just because you can’t handle your feelings.”
“I really am sorry,” Colt said. When she reached for his hand, relief flooded his body, relaxing his muscles. “I’ve been really looking forward to tonight and I feel bad that I’ve already ruined it by putting my foot in my mouth.”
“We could start over,” she offered.
Colt started to make a smartass comment, but he stopped himself. Instead, he said, “I’d like that.”
Ellie finally turned to look at him. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“So, where are you taking me?” Ellie asked.
“To a diner for a milkshake before we go to a movie.”
Ellie yanked her hand away. “Seriously, Colt? You can’t go more than three seconds?”
“No, I’m serious!” Colt protested.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am,” Colt said. Even in the darkness of her car, Ellie could’ve sworn she saw his cheeks redden in the light of a nearby streetlamp. “This is stupid, but I wanted you to have the perfect first date, so I thought I’d go old school and take you to a diner before a movie. Separate straws and separate milkshakes though–I have my limits.”
Ellie stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious? You want to take me on a 1950s soda shop date?”
“Well, modified. In the 1950s, someone of my ethnicity wouldn’t be allowed to sit at the counter, but yeah.”
Ellie laughed, covering her eyes with her hands. “You are infuriating.”
“Because I said we should have separate milkshakes? I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to draw the line there. I can be seen at a diner, but I can’t be seen sharing a milkshake with you. I need to maintain some kind of street cred if anyone sees us.”
Ellie dropped her hands in her lap and turned to look at him. “You could’ve just said so at the beginning instead of starting a fight.”
Colt shrugged. “Oops.” She lightly smacked his arm and he caught her hand in his. “Ouch! Fine, I’m sorry. But if you’re not too mad at me, I’d still like to take you out.” He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her palm. She lightly took his chin in her fingers and tugged him closer, kissing him sweetly. Ellie felt his fingers splayed across her knee, the heat from his hand warming her in more ways than one.
“Does this mean we’re going steady? Are you my beau?” Ellie teased. Colt smiled.
“Only if you’ll have me.”
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