A/N: I'm so sorry that this took me forever to write this and it's only sort of edited? Please if you see any dumb mistakes just PM me and I'll fix it because there's always something dumb that I skim over. Anywhats, enjoy!

Jaime stared at the phone that lay on his hastily made bed. The phone didn't move. Jaime didn't move. He blinked and started pacing again. He looked over his shoulder at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 12:43 PM it informed him, bright green letters glaring.

Learning to be a superhero had not been this hard. Being in the same room as Batman, for any amount of time had not been this nerve-wracking. He decided he'd rather go one on one with Superman. But that wasn't an option.

Next to his bed again, he stopped pacing. He looked at his phone. He looked at his clock.

After taking several deep breaths, clearing his throat multiple times, and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he picked up his phone.

And then he put it back down again.

This cycle repeated for a solid half hour before the phone stayed in his hand. The number was punched in weakly, and then cancelled, and then furtively replaced. By one-thirty he was finally able to hit send. Luckily, the connection was made and the rings started up before Jaime had the chance to throw the device out his window. On the second ring (but what felt like to Jaime the second hour), a voice came through from the other end.

"Heelloo, Garrick's residence!"

"Hey, Bart," Jaime started out feebly, mentally kicking himself. He cleared his throat again.

"Jaime! What's new, Blue? Woah, that rhymed, I gotta remember to use that more often."

"Yeah, right," Jaime said not really hearing Bart over the ringing in his own ears. "Listen, I… are you doing anything later? Tonight, I mean." His face scrunched at how un-suave he was being. He had considered asking Tye for advice, but he thought that would lead to questions and he was definitely not ready for that conversation. So he'd had to figure it out on his own.

"Nope, nothing going on here, but the Garricks are pretty old, they don't do much." Jaime heard a faint whap! from the other end where he assumed Joan was smacking him over the head with a newspaper. At that image, he couldn't help but grin and shake his head softly.

"So then…" Jaime sucked in a breath. "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

"Yes! Uh, what constitutes a 'date'? Is this a black tie affair or a more 'au natural' type event?" Jaime nearly choked.

"Okay, first: I don't think that means what you think it means." Jaime paused a second to let that sink in. One the other end Bart frowned, considering that. "Second, just come in whatever you want to wear."

The rest of the conversation went smoothly, with Jaime growing more relaxed by the minute. At a quarter to three, Milagro burst into his room, spouting something about mom saying he was supposed to take her to her friend's house, and who was he talking to in there for so long?

"What have I told you about knocking, Milagro? I'll be out in a minute!" Jaime exclaimed, exasperatedly pushing his sister through the doorway. He closed the door firmly behind her and grabbed his phone again, nearly hitting himself in the face in his rush to get back to Bart. He laughed sheepishly, and apologized, and quickly told him where they would meet and what time. Bart agreed, and said a goodbye before they hung up.

"Who was that?" Milagro asked in a singsong voice through a mischievous grin. She leaned in through the doorway, her legs still planted in the hall. How long had she been there? What had she heard?

"No one," Jaime replied firmly. "Let's go." He slipped his phone into his pocket and pushed past his sister on the way out the door. She twirled around on her foot and ran a few steps to catch up with his swift pace. Jaime grabbed the keys from the bowl by the front door, and started outside, only waiting for Milagro to pass through so he could pull the door shut behind them.

Just after Jaime turned the key in the ignition and began backing the car out of the driveway, Milagro opened her mouth again.

"Was that your girlfriend?" She drew out the word "girlfriend", as children tend to do. Jaime slammed on the brake.

"No?" he spluttered. "No! No, that was most definitely not my girlfriend." The little girl peered closely at his face.

"I think you're lying," she accused.

"Sit down," Jaime said, continuing to back up the car. "Do you want me to get a ticket?" Milagro huffed and plopped back into her seat. Jaime was determined to stay silent the rest of the ride.

Jaime stepped out of the shower at four. He dried off and stood next to his closet, debating what to wear. He went to his parents' room and opened his dad's closet, wondering if he would look more sophisticated in one of his shirts. Jaime thought this over, and then went back to his own closet and pulled out a neat button down shirt with blue and white vertical stripes. Setting the shirt aside to iron later, he pulled out a pair of dark jeans that he thought would flatter him.

Jaime slipped into the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet for some of his dad's cologne. He sniffed at two different bottles and wrinkled his nose, refusing to use either one and hoping that the scent from his shampoo and deodorant would be enough to keep him presentable.

At eight o'clock he couldn't have been more ready to get out of the house. He closed the door to his room, opened the window, and launched himself through the air once he was armored up. He flew to the spot where he and Bart were going to meet and wordlessly prayed that his directions had been clear. Not that the speedster wouldn't be able to find him after running around El Paso a few times anyway.

The world was moving too slowly, the hours stretching into years. It struck Jaime that he really, really cared about Bart. He tried to remember when that feeling had started, but he couldn't think of a specific moment. Bart was always there when he needed him most, and with all the secrets he had to keep from his family and his friends, that was the most valuable thing Jaime could ask for. This date was a big deal for him. At least, it was going to be whenever Bart showed up.

"What time is it?"

One minute and seventeen seconds since you asked previously, Khaji Da informed his host. Your heart rate is considerably above average. You would do well to relax, Jaime Reyes.

Jaime let out a sigh. This time, his annoying personal demon was probably right. He inhaled and held his breath, then exhaled slowly. He opened his eyes just in time to catch a blur of color pass by him, and then come back, stopping beside where he stood.

"Heya, Blue!" Bart said excitedly. "I mean, Jaime," he amended, slyly elbowing his date. Jaime was relieved that at least one of them wasn't nervous. He noticed that Bart held one hand suspiciously behind his back, and before he could ask about it, he got an answer.

"Oh, um, I brought you some flowers, but it turns out that they don't really travel so well, sorry about that," he said, thrusting out a fist full of wilted crocus and chrysanthemum. "Is it too girly? Joan said that everyone loves flowers, and they're really romantic. Well, not these ones I guess since they're all beat up-" Bart abruptly cut himself off with a confused and slightly hurt expression when he saw that Jaime was laughing softly.

"No, no, Bart, I'm not laughing at you! I think it's really sweet that you even tried to bring me flowers. I love them, cariño," Jaime assured him quickly, and gently took the flowers into one hand. With his other hand, his fingers found Bart's and squeezed. "Are you ready to go? I don't want to get there too late."

"I was born ready! Wait, where did you say we were going?"

"I didn't. It's sort of a surprise. I'll tell you when we get there," Jaime said, tugging Bart alongside him on the sidewalk. Bart huffed, but couldn't help but smile. He decided right then that he didn't mind this era so much. Especially this holding hands stuff. And maybe later he could kiss Jaime again. He smiled extra hard at that thought.

The walk wasn't very far and in twenty minutes, when the last rays of the sun had faded from the sky, their destination came into view. There hadn't been a sidewalk for some time, and Jaime pulled Bart off the side of the road and in through some trees, before darting across the empty street and slipping into the bushes. He put a finger to his lips to signify that Bart should be quiet and follow his lead. Not fifteen feet to their left was a dirt driveway with a ticket window on the side. A bored looking teenager sat inside reading a magazine with her feet on the counter.

They moved to their right, running once they were out from the cover of the plants, they ran up to the back of a concrete building. Jaime silently suited up and lifted Bart into his arms and flew up until they were both standing atop the roof of the projection building, and Bart was looking around.

Behind them lay the road and the way they had come, but in front of them lay a plot of land with a huge white screen at the other end of it, and several parked cars in the stretch in between. Then over his shoulder he saw the bright yellow and pink sign by the road light up, proclaiming, Drive-In Theater! with lots of little light bulbs around the edges lighting up in a trail one after the other.

"I guess they probably don't have these in the future, there are barely any left today," Jaime said as he moved to grab a dark green duffle bag that he had stashed on the roof earlier. He pulled out a thin sheet and a thick blanket before he continued. "And tonight they're playing Back to the Future, a movie involving time travel that I personally can't believe no one has made you watch yet." He spread the sheet out on the ground, and gestured for Bart to sit beside him.

Bart sat close next to Jaime, and nestled his head on Jaime's shoulder for a moment. Jaime pulled the blanket over them, since the sun had gone down and it wasn't quite summer yet. They chatted quietly until the movie started, and Bart laughed in all the right places, and Jaime explained things were he needed to. By the ending credits, Bart's head was resting gently in Jaime's lap while Jaime traced lazy circles into his back.

"So what do you think, as a former time-traveler?" Jaime asked.

"Well, you can tell it was made way before actual time travel was even conceived, but other than that, I'd say it was pretty crash!" Bart tried not to yawn, but it happened anyway. "So, does this make us boyfriends?" Bart asked suddenly. Jaime froze, but only for a second before he recomposed himself. Though he knew it was a date, and obviously romantic, he hadn't really thought about labeling it before. He supposed that this was what living in the moment was like.

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully. "I think it does." Bart tilted his head to look up at Jaime with a smile on his face and sleep in his eyes, and Jaime couldn't resist leaning down to press his lips against Bart's.

They lay on the roof for a little while, even after the last car pulled out of the lot and all the neon lights were turned off. Just the two of them and the open Texas sky, the night around them softly coming to life with the songs of crickets and grasshoppers and cicadas, and the stars dancing overhead. Jaime looked at the speedster curled in his lap (who was currently fighting off sleep and losing) and rested his mouth on his crazy reddish hair. Boyfriends, he thought. He smiled to himself and leaned back with his head to the heavens and thanked God for sending this beautiful little light into his crazy little life.