Random Oneshots from my Tumblr (@bad268)
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The only new chapters of this book are part 2s. New stories are posted in book 2 on my profile
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Includes stories from the following fan...
Warnings: language, jokes of domestic violence (trust it's light-hearted)
Summary: The day after the infamous Truth or Drink stream.
W.C. 1283
!! A/N Side note !! I am running out of chapters in this book, so I started another one! It is literally called Random Oneshots 2, and it is up on my account. It will follow the same upload schedule as this one. Please, don't forget to head over there as this book will be ending soon.
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The ride to the nearest iHop wasn't bad. I had ridden with Pezzy before, and it wasn't any different than the hundred other times I rode with him. When we pulled up to the iHop, Pezzy shut off the bike and held out his hand to help me off.
"Well, thank you, kind sir," I joked in a posh accent as I stepped off the bike and pulled my helmet off.
"Oh of course," He joked back, taking his helmet off as well before standing up and gesturing toward the door. "Shall we?"
"We shall," I took his hand as he led us inside. There weren't many people, so we got seated pretty quickly. We got to our table, ordered coffees, and sat quietly as we looked over the menus as if we both didn't already know what we were getting.
"So," I trailed off as I put my menus down and took a slow drink of my coffee. "Do we wanna talk about last night?"
"Let me just say this first," Pezzy rushed as he put his menus down too. "I just need to know if it was a bit for the stream."
"No...? What made you think it would have been a bit?" I asked confused. Everybody knows that alcohol brings out the truth in people, and I was certain he felt the same. At least, that's what Grizzy told me, so I left loose for the stream. I decided before I started drinking that if I said anything, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
"It's just," Pezzy hesitated, looking anywhere but at me. "With our job, we like to exaggerate things, and I don't know if that's one of the things."
"Max," I stated, and his attention snapped to me. In all the years I had known him, I never used his name unless I was being serious. He was always Pezzy or Pez to me. Always has been. "I wouldn't fuck with you like that. What I said, I meant. You don't understand how long I've been trying to figure out how to tell you, and when y'all invited me for the truth or drink stream, I thought I would just go with the flow. If I confessed, I confessed and we would figure it out later. We've always been a team, and I couldn't stop myself from falling. I'm sorry if that's not what you want."
"I never said I didn't want you," Pezzy said quietly as he reached across the table to hold my hand. "I have waited years for my dream to come true, I'm just a coward and never took the first step. I would have rather been your friend than risk losing you altogether. Your confession was the best thing ever." He stopped for a second and looked expectantly at me.
