Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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I can't help the silly smile that takes over my face.

"What is up with you and taking me out to eat?"

He sucks his teeth at me and grins. "Nothing since you won't let me be great!"

"Whatever! Where do you want to take me anyway?"

He shrugs. "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to go somewhere child friendly Mr. I'm 22 and can handle a child."

He holds out his hand to me and I hesitate before taking it, not interlocking our fingers. We go back into the house where the guys and Blake are watching Peppa Pig.

"I'm going to go ahead and take Blake and Astin out for dinner."

I could feel B and Austin staring at me, but I ignore them. What they don't know won't hurt them.

"Blake already ate." My head snaps to B. I know what he's doing and I hate the fucker for it.

"Brandon-"

"He's right. No need to stuff her. You guys go; we'll watch Blake."

I glare at the quartet as I hear Kyle's low chuckles next to me. He turns to me and raises a thick, untamed eyebrow. I roll my eyes and send a sarcastic wave to the group in front of us, determined to make my life harder.

"Bye Blake!" I call, hoping she'll cause a scene about me leaving her.

She doesn't answer, too busy focusing on the cartoon pig who can't whistle in front of her.

Kyle tugs me out the door and into his small sports car.

"What?" He asks.

I hum with a shrug. "Just looking. Your car is really small for you to be so tall. What's the appeal in sports cars, anyway? I mean, you live in L.A. which is infamous for bad traffic and your knees are literally on either side of the wheel. But that's my opinion."

He gives me a sideways glance and mutters something under his breath.

"You're so blunt." He gives me a playful glare that still makes me feel bad.

"I'm sorry."

He wordlessly grabs my hand and I bite my lip.

"This is what friends do?" I ask. He rolls his eyes, but doesn't let go. We keep driving until we're close to North Cal Vineyards.

"We're going to the vineyards?"

"That overpriced, miniature food place? Nah. There's this good burger spot I found close to it one day when I-. It's a good place."

I allow a teasing smirk to come over my face.

"When you what? Got lost?" I was only joking, but his silence and the pink tint on his cheeks are enough to confirm.

"H-H-How did you get that l-lost?" I screech, laughing at Kyle.

"I was new!" He tries to defend, but it doesn't make it any better. The Staples Center and the LAL practice​ facility are nowhere near the vineyards.

"Sure, Jan." I tease as he drives into this quaint, little building.

"Wait, Astin." He gets out his side and jogs over to my side.

"Thank you." I say, sending him a smile.

He grabs my hand again and leads me into the restaurant. It's smaller than I would've originally thought, but the lack of filled seats make up for the lack of space. We go into a blue, rubber booth and Kyle picks up a menu from the condiment caddy while looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What're you doing, Astin?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I've never been to a place like this."

His lips curve and he nods before coming onto my side of the both.

"Right. Millionaire parents. Got it."

"That's not what I-"

"It's cool. Alright, so look at this menu, and whenever you decide on what you want you get this," He takes some kind of buzzer thing from the caddy. "And they'll come greet you. You put your order in and they bring it back out."

I nod slowly. I was used to being waited on from the second I stepped into a restaurant and then being served the chef's choice without question. You could say this was a bit of a change.

"What do you recommend?" I ask, turning to him only to lean back when I see we're already too close.

He slyly puts his arm over the back of the booth and I ignore him.

"Well," he says, leaning into my side more to see the menu we're sharing. "I always get the loaded fries with everything on them."

"Everything?" I shoot him an incredulous look.

He nods. "Cheese, bacon, ham, jalapeños, pickles, sour cream, steak, etc."

"That sounds like high cholesterol. I want it."

He laughs at my excited face and presses the button and within a minute our waitress is taking our order and going into the back.

"Alright, now tell me about yourself." I demand lightly.

He shrugs, lazily. "You know pretty much everything, I don't know. Uh, grew up in Flint, did my last three years at Utah, graduated, hit the league, and now we're here."

"Boy! Are you kidding? I don't want to know about your generic ass story. I want to know how you were as a kid, what's your favorites, your best friend..." I trail off.

He opens his mouth to say something but our waitress comes in with the largest plates imaginable, filled both high and wide with steak fries loaded to the brim with junk food.

"It's bigger than me."

Kyle laughs and grabs his fork.

"Eat up."