Brave Chapter 1 #Project ReWrite
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mindcrackloveHey y'all!!! So I've got something new for ya. This is the gonna be the first thing that's part of a little thing I'm calling #Project ReWrite. I actually never posted any of this story here, it was only ever on my wattpad, but I can promise you it was cringy and horrendously written. But! I've started rewriting it, hence the project title. I'll be posting every Friday at no specific time. But it'll be every Friday! Hope you guys are excited for this!
Shout out to my lovely Beta, TheAmazingPikachu!
When skype rings, Kurt answers it.
“Heyo!” Is Zisteau’s greeting.
He just can’t help but chuckle. “Well aren’t you enthusiastic today?”
“Well duh! I get to spend time with you.” Zisteau laughs, sounding mischievous.
“That doesn’t sound promising.”
“Oh it is.” he can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both.”
He laughs, because what else is he supposed to do when Zisteau is being like this. “Should we get started?”
“Sure, just give me a minute to get over there.”
He nods, even though he knows that Zisteau won’t see him. But that’s okay, Zisteau understands his silence now, knows that words aren’t always his strong suit, and that if he’s quiet, he means more than he knows how to express with words. Somehow, they’ve gotten to this point in their friendship, and he doesn’t quite get how. He’s never been close to anyone like this, hasn’t felt like he can depend on someone like this, like he can be himself, even if he doesn’t always like who he is, he can be himself with Zisteau and it doesn’t matter.
He can’t pinpoint the exact moment they clicked. He knows it happened during UHC season 7. But there wasn’t an exact moment where he can distinctly remember himself being like “okay, this is your new best friend”, but it happened. And, sometimes he wishes he could remember exactly when it happened; he wants to take that moment, stick it in a jar and savor it forever, never letting that feeling go.
“Alright, so what’s the plan?” Zisteau asks, his character appearing on his screen.
“Digging out the silo?” he says with a smirk, snark clear in his deep voice.
“Oh har har, so funny.”
“I know I am, thanks!” How he got to this point, he’s not sure, he’s never been like this with anyone, not without it sounding extremely forced, or it being his sister. But, this is nice, it’s new and he hates change, but this change is nice.
Zisteau laughs, and it’s a great thing. “Alright Mr. Snarky, let’s get to work now or we will seriously never get anything done.”
“Never getting anything done, now doesn’t that sound familiar.” he chirps, because he loves Zisteau’s laugh. And that’s a weird thought, loving someone’s laugh, he doesn’t think he’s ever loved someone’s laugh before.
“Oh you hush.” Zisteau says, and it’s soft, not like the playfulness before.
“Let’s get to work, I have TNT to speed up the process.”
“Awesome.”
“Indeed?”
“Indeed!” Because this seems to be their thing now.
They do end up getting quite a bit done. The TNT only goes so far and prompts a trip to Etho’s base, which inquires even more joking around. And so much laughing. He can’t stop laughing, Zisteau is a funny person, and there are these moments, where maybe he doesn’t sound quite so funny anymore, it’s more soft, in the moment, something he can’t quite place as to what it is. But, these moments don’t last, they are gone just as quick as they started and then they’re laughing again, and he never realized it could hurt to smile so much.
“I seriously can’t believe you,” Zisteau laughs, “How have you never seen that movie! It’s a classic.”
“It’s a classic.” He mimics, smirking, but can’t stop laughing.
“It is!” Zisteau defends, but he’s laughing too. “We’ll just have to change that then.”
“Oh will we?”
“Yeah, you’ll have to watch it.”
“Is that so?”
“Why yes it is.”
It’s quiet for a moment, but only a moment.
“Shit. I’ve got to go. I’m running late for a date.”
“A date?” Kurt asks, and suddenly it’s not really funny anymore.
“Yeah, something my friend Sam set up. He likes to think I’m lonely,” Zisteau quips, and that gets a laugh out of Kurt.
“Well you better get going then, Mr. Lonely.”
Zisteau chuckles, and it’s slightly breathy. “Alright, see ya.”
And the call disconnects. And he’s still laughing. And he really doesn’t want Zisteau to go, wants to keep talking to him and laughing, and hearing his laugh. He doesn’t want Zisteau’s date to get that, to get to hear and see how wonderful it is… how wonderful he is. And he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get why that’s so important, this is his best friend, his best bro, he shouldn’t want Zisteau to miss opportunities like this, but he does, and that’s the problem.
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Zisteau is quick to get dressed, seeing as he’s already running a bit later then he’d like to be. He likes to show up a little early; he is a gentleman after all. And even though he doesn’t always enjoy these, he knows how to act. After he’s got on a decent long sleeve button up and dark jeans, he’s out the door, car keys in hand. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll actually enjoy himself this time. But, he kinda really doubts it. He never really has fun on these dates. None of the girls he’s ever set up with are his type. In all honesty, he doesn’t really know his own type. Dating has never really been a thing for him. Not even in high school when everyone was pairing up and flashing heart eyes like it was nothing, he never really went for it.
He arrives at the restaurant right on time, and the waiter seats him. And, surprisingly enough, his date isn’t there yet. So, he sips his water, and tears off a bit of a breadstick and pops it into his mouth. Five minutes have gone by and his cup of water has started sweating, dripping slowly onto the table, getting the white cloth wet. He pulls out his phone, shooting Kurt a message.
Z: I may be getting stood up.
His phone pings a few seconds later, and that makes him smile softly.
K: Oh no, how long have you been waiting?
Z: Only about 8 minutes, but I’m losing hope here.
K: I could always come keep you company ;)
That startles a loud laugh out of him, and he smiles, and just keeps laughing.
Z: That would be way better than this for sure
“Tyler?”
His head snaps up, taking in the woman in front of him. She’s pretty, long blonde hair falling to her mid-back in gentle waves, framing her slim face, and she’s fairly short, but her black heels make up for it. She’s got a nice smile, and it seems teasing, in a gentle way.
“Um yes, hi,” He says, standing up to greet her properly, “May, right?”
“Yup. Got a cute date you’re talkin’ to on there?” She’s got a lilt to her voice, very playful and mischievous.
That makes him blush, and shove his phone in his pocket. That is one hundred percent not a thought he needs to ponder right now, definitely not.
“Ah no, just a friend.”
They both sit down and order drinks; a glass of wine each, before ordering their food.
“So, tell me about yourself.” He tries, feeling awkward and totally out of his element. This is a date. This is how to act on dates, right? Is there even proper date etiquette at all?
“Well,” She starts, tugging at the end of her dress. “I actually own the small bakery downtown, that really takes up most of my time.”
Now that she says it, he can notice the calluses on her hands, and the slight circles under her eyes, but she wears a happy, easy smile. “How long have you owned it?”
“Going on ten years now.”
“That’s awesome.”
“Pretty boring actually,” She tucks her golden locks behind her ears, “What about you, handsome?”
He really is feeling quite uncomfortable. “I’m actually a youtuber.” Just keep it simple, then maybe she won’t question it too much.
“Youtuber? That’s pretty awesome.” She bats her eyelashes. “What do you record?”
“Generally just gaming videos, really nothing special.”
“I think that’s pretty special.” She comments, and leans over the table slightly.
And, that’s when the food arrives, just in the nick of time, because he was getting very uncomfortable with this whole situation. The waiter hands out the food and tops off the wine glasses, of which his own he has barely touched, just a few sips. He doesn’t want to drink too much, he wants to be himself because he knows what he gets like drunk.
It gets quiet while they eat, and he’s okay with it, though it’s still awkward for him. Why is he like this. He should enjoy going out on dates with beautiful women, and enjoy the teasing and flirting of it, but he doesn’t. He always feels so off his game every time, and not in a good way. He just wants to be back at home, digging a hole with Kurt. And isn’t that a crazy thought.
The rest of the meal is equally as unpleasant with small talk and May progressively getting flirtier as she drinks more wine. He doesn’t even wanna think about the bill right now. Eventually, he can make the excuse that it’s late and he should really be going to get out of the date.
“You sure you don’t wanna take me back to your place?” She asks, playing with the collar on his shirt, painted red lips pulled back in a filthy smile.
He takes a deep breath and carefully removes her hands from his shirt. “I’m actually not interested. Plus you’re definitely not sober, which is a no go in my books.”
“Awww, what a party pooper.”
“Alright, I’m getting you an uber.” He sighs, already in the process of ordering it.
She actually pouts, and it’s kind of adorable, in a way. While they wait for the uber to arrive, he pays, and it’s not an amount he’s particularly comfortable forking over. Once the car shows up, he walks her out to the curb where it’s parked, and she stops before climbing into the car. “Here’s my number handsome, call me sometime.” She winks, slipping a napkin into his hand.
“Have a goodnight, May.” He says as a way of parting, and gives a small wave as the car pulls away.
He heads to his own car, and drives home, ready to be done with the day. Once home, he tosses his keys into the bowl by the door and unbuttons his shirt, chucking it towards the hamper, and more than likely missing before falling backwards onto his bed. The sudden sound of his phone ringing startles him, and he almost flings it across the room, but manages to keep ahold of it and answer.
“T! My dude how was the date? “ Came Sam’s overly obnoxious voice.
“Awkward. Very awkward.” He says with a grimace. “She got drunk and was basically throwing herself at me.”
“And you didn’t go after that?”
“A. Not gonna do that if they aren’t sober, and B. I wasn’t interested.”
“Didn’t like her?”
“No, not really.”
“Huh. This is like the fifth time dude, and I’ve known you practically your whole life, and I haven't seen you interested in a girl since Amanda, what’s up with that. Are you just not into that?”
“I’m….. I’m not sure anymore.”
“Well it’s whatever dude, I support you no matter what. And if you want another date, just let me know.” He can practically hear the wink in his voice.
“Alright Sam, well I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Yeah, see ya man.”
He hangs up and just stares at his phone for a second, so much on his mind. But mostly, why am I like this? Why can’t I just go out on dates and enjoy myself? Is it really too much to ask to feel normal? To be able to do what other guys do with no problems? The little Skype notification is blinking on the top of his screen, and has obviously been there for atleast an hour, so he opens it, and immediately drops his phone, just from seeing the message, with a slight gasp and he feels a blush rising to his cheeks.
K: I’m always willing to be a distraction if you need it ;3
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