Starlight and Checklists - A Hailey's On It Fanfic, Made By Me

 It was supposed to be just another task on Hailey's ever-growing to-do list: "Climb to the top of Haleakala Crater and stargaze." Easy in theory—until she realized the crater was colder, steeper, and windier than she expected.

Scott, of course, was all in. He always was. “You’ve already survived a collapsing library, an underground cheese heist, and that one time you accidentally shrank yourself. A little hike’s nothing.”

“Easy for you to say,” Hailey panted, half-jogging to keep up. “You do parkour for fun.”

Scott slowed his pace. “For you, I’ll walk. Even uphill.”

By the time they reached the summit, night had fully fallen, and the stars began to shimmer above them like scattered diamonds. The view stretched on forever, vast and quiet—no to-do lists, no impending disasters, just wind and stars and the thrum of possibility.

Hailey wrapped her arms around herself against the chill. Scott shrugged off his hoodie and handed it to her without a word.

“Thanks,” she said softly, slipping it on. It smelled like citrus and campfire—somehow exactly like him.

They sat down on a smooth boulder, close but not quite touching. She glanced sideways at him, the checklist still tucked in her pocket, and felt her heart beat faster—not out of anxiety, but something else.

“Hey, Scott?” she said after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“If I crossed everything off the list… like everything… and I had no more goals left, what do you think would happen?”

He tilted his head. “You’d make a new list. You always do.”

She laughed, but the nervous flutter didn’t leave. “What if the next list isn’t about saving the world? What if it’s… more about what I want?”

Scott looked at her then—really looked—and smiled, soft and sure. “Then I hope I’m on it.”

Her breath caught. The world spun a little faster.

“You already are,” she whispered.

And under a sky full of stars, with checklists forgotten and futures unwritten, Hailey leaned in. So did Scott. Their hands met first—fingers shyly twining—before a kiss as quiet and meaningful as the night itself.