Mikey and Jenna oneshot ships

i'm trying to flirt.

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Two eighteen-year-olds, Max and Vada, found themselves in Vada's cozy bedroom, engrossed in their homework, studying diligently while indulging in a bag of chips. Their relationship had blossomed over the past three months, and Max was eager to inject a playful dose of flirtation into the atmosphere.

Max, reclining on her stomach with a mischievous grin, decided to initiate a lighthearted conversation. "You know, do you come here often?" She playfully popped a chip into her mouth, her legs playfully kicking in the air.

Vada, engrossed in her notebook, glanced up at Max with a puzzled expression. "Um, well, this is my place, so yeah," Vada responded, a touch of confusion evident in her voice.

Max paused, realizing that her attempt at flirtation had fallen flat. Propping herself up on her elbows, she let out a chuckle. "Okay, maybe I should work on my pick-up lines," she admitted, a playful glint shimmering in her eyes.

Vada couldn't help but smile at Max's candidness. "Well, you don't need pick-up lines to impress me," she responded sincerely. "I'm already impressed by your intelligence and your ability to make me smile."

Max's cheeks flushed, a delightful blend of embarrassment and joy coloring her face. "You really know how to make a girl feel special," she expressed, a genuine tone of appreciation in her voice.

Vada extended a gentle hand, tenderly tucking a loose strand of hair behind Max's ear. "You are special," she softly whispered. "To me, you're more than just smooth lines or flirtatious banter. It's the way you listen, the way you support me, and the way you make me feel seen and loved."

As Max gazed into Vada's eyes, her heart swelled with affection. Her cheeks radiated warmth as a mix of annoyance and adoration flickered across her face. The ease with which Vada could make her flustered both frustrated and delighted her.

"How do you do that?!" Max blurted out, her voice tinged with confusion. She stared intently at Vada, hoping for an explanation.

Vada appeared genuinely puzzled. "Do what?" she innocently inquired, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Max's irritation grew, her frustration mounting. "Don't play coy with me, Vada Cavell," she retorted, her tone slightly exasperated. "Tell me how you always manage to leave me flustered."

Vada's smirk widened, clearly relishing in Max's flustered state. "I'm pretty," she teased, mischief twinkling in her eyes. She gently placed her notebook down, cupped Max's cheeks, and drew her closer for a tender kiss.

As their lips met, Max's annoyance melted away, overwhelmed by the sweetness of the moment. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable, even if it meant Vada had the power to turn her into a blushing mess.

When their lips finally parted, Max couldn't help but smile. "You know, it's unfair how you can disarm me with just a single kiss," she confessed, her voice exuding a blend of playfulness and affection.

Vada chuckled softly, her fingers continuing to caress Max's cheeks. "Well, perhaps it's because you're simply too lovable," she replied, her voice brimming with tenderness. "Your reactions are priceless, and I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment when I witness that blush on your face."

Max playfully rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. "You're impossible," she declared, although her tone betrayed her true feelings.

Drawing closer, Vada's forehead lightly touched Max's. "But you love me anyway," she whispered, their breath mingling.

Max's annoyance melted into a warm smile. "Yeah, I do," she softly affirmed.

The following day, Max arrived at school armed with a hundred pick-up lines meticulously memorized. Determined to fluster Vada, she seized every opportune moment to unleash her flirtatious prowess. Yet, to her surprise and amusement, with each attempt, it was Max herself who ended up becoming the flustered one, falling deeper under Vada's enchanting spell.

Throughout the day, Max attempted to employ her arsenal of pick-up lines on Vada. She playfully slipped them into their conversations during lunch breaks, study sessions, and even in passing between classes. However, much to Max's delight, Vada effortlessly deflected each line with a witty comeback or a coy smile, leaving Max feeling both exhilarated and captivated by her charm.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Max caught up with Vada by their lockers. She leaned against the adjacent locker, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Okay, Vada, you win. Your ability to deflect my pick-up lines is truly impressive," she admitted, a playful grin on her face.

Vada chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I guess I've become immune to your pick-up line tactics," she teased, her tone filled with affection. "But you know, Max, I don't need fancy lines to be captivated by you. It's your genuine presence, your infectious laughter, and the way you make me feel like the luckiest person in the world."

Max's heart fluttered at Vada's words, her playful demeanor giving way to a tender vulnerability. "You always know just what to say," she murmured, her voice filled with admiration.

Vada stepped closer, their hands naturally intertwining. "That's because every word I say comes straight from my heart," she confessed, her gaze unwavering. "Being with you feels like discovering a rare treasure—a connection that goes beyond words or lines. It's something real and beautiful."

Max's eyes shimmered with emotion as she squeezed Vada's hand gently. "I feel the same way, Vada," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "You make me believe in magic, in the power of love. And even when I stumble over my words or get flustered, you see right through it and embrace me for who I am."

Vada leaned in, their foreheads touching tenderly. "You're perfect just as you are, Max," they murmured, their voice a gentle caress. "Your flustered moments are endearing, and they only make me fall for you even more."

A surge of warmth enveloped Max's heart as she melted into Vada's embrace. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, connected by an unbreakable bond.

As they stood there, lost in each other's presence, Max realized that it wasn't about the pick-up lines or the playful banter—it was the genuine connection they shared, the way they made each other feel seen and cherished. In Vada's arms, Max had found a love that transcended words, a love that was built on authenticity and vulnerability.