Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

29) Getting ready

Note: This is chapter 29. I messed up posting and posted 30 in front of 29. Please read this one first and then chapter 30. Sorry for the inconveniance.

Chapte 29) Getting ready.

Brett is standing front of the mirror in the living room. He is fixing his hair, again, for the thousands time in the last half an hour. It makes Vincent snicker. He's sitting on the couch pretending to watch some films, but actually secretly watching Brett in amusement.

"Stop it already! You look fine enough, mate. Wow, you're so anxious, mate!" Vincent voices, hitting the nail on the head.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Brett tries to squash an unwilling lock of hair, without much success. "But I haven't been on a dinner date since like... forever?! And I'm going with Eddy. So yeah, I'm a bit nervous." He sprays some more water on the strand in the hope it will stay down, hoping it will give up by just the persistence of its owner.

Vincent snickers seeing his distress about his hair. "That's why I don't get it. Like you said: you're going with Eddy. You know he has seen you before. So why worry?"

"Eddy's exactly the reason why I'm nervous. Need to make a good impression now, don't I? I don't want to blow this opportunity."

"I don't think that's the right word you should be using here," Vincent laughs, not wanting to waste the possibility to tease him, "because I know you'd like the blowing part." That remark earns him a death glare from Brett, making it even better for him. "But without kidding now: You know he likes you, right?" Vincent looks at his friend, nothing but kindness in his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

"Does he really? I do hope so. I still need to earn his trust after all the shit I have pulled at the Club." Brett tries to add a bit more hair gel in a last attempt to get his hair flat. Maybe he should have dried it better after his shower? He normally doesn't pay that much attention to his appearance, so he doesn't know if that would have worked either. Maybe he should it look up some time. There is so much useless stuff on YouTube, Tik-Tok and the like, so there should be something about getting Asian men's hair decent, right? Or ask his barber. He seems to be able to manage his hair just fine every time he pays a visit to him.

"Of course. And you will be the most trustworthy person on earth now, won't you? But he really does like you already. Otherwise he wouldn't have asked you on this freaking date in the first place." Vincent answers with conviction. Nobody doubts it, so why would Brett? Judging from what happened last week, it is very evident for the people in this house that Brett's serious. He just has to make it clear to Eddy.

"You really think so, Vin?" The mirror shows a doubtful face glaring back, eyes dark and brooding. He hopes Vincent is right.

Vincent laughs. "Who would have thought that womanizer Brett would start doubting himself in the face of love."

"But that's it, right? Maybe because he's not a woman. He is and acts differently from anyone I have ever laid eyes on. He makes me feel different." He nods in the mirror, concluding this will be it. It has to be enough.

Vincent gets up, walks over to Brett and hugs him from behind, startling Brett out of his thoughts. "You will do fine, mate. Don't worry so much. You two have a thing already." He runs a hand through Brett's hair, messing it all up again, making Brett swear. "But you know what I like most about this conversation? You; not denying the mentioning of 'you' and 'love' in one sentence." He winks at him before he sits himself back down on the couch, smirking from ear to ear.

Brett rolls his eyes to the ceiling, as a teenage kid would do to his parents, and opens his mouth to say something in return. But before he can sneer something back, the doorbell rings. Vincent is immediately forgotten and Brett is already at the front door before anyone else can even think about getting there to open it.

"Later!" he yells towards the living room, while rapidly putting his shoes on and taking his coat off the hanger before running out.

Vincent hears him greeting Eddy fondly before the door is slammed shut and smiles.

Mason enters the living room at the same time the door falls in its lock.
"Oh. He's already gone? I wanted to wish him a nice night and good luck. Bummer."

Vincent beams. "You should have been here the last half hour. It was so wonderful Mason. He kept fussing about his appearance, nervous as hell. Has his nicest shirt on, hair issues, everything. I have never seen him like this. And he didn't deny my remark of him being in love."

"Yeah? That's nice. He really likes this bloke. I hope it works out tonight and that he dares to follow through." Mason looks happy. "Peter and I go to the Club in an hour. I texted Timo and Luke a few hours ago to let them know we will be there and Timo messaged me that they will be there too. You coming too?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting Emma again. Think we have a nice thing going. Hope I can stay the night again. "He wiggles his eyebrows. "I'll go and get myself ready then." He hesitates for a moment before leaving the room. "But shouldn't someone stay here in case Brett comes home early?"

Mason shakes his head in denial. "I think he would kill us if we did that. Even that we are thinking about doing that. He is twenty six you know."

"I know. But it's Brett..." Vincent looks doubtfully at the door, as if he can see him standing there.

"It'll be okay. And I will trust Eddy in this. We have to. We won't be far anyway."

"But does he know everything about..., well, about before?" Worry shows through in Vincent's voice.

"You mean if Eddy knows what happened with super-bitch? No, don't think so. But he knows some of it, I dropped some small things after the Club incident when you were already home. But it will work out. It has to." Mason is determined. Brett deserves it. He needs it. It just has to work out.