They enter the kitchen and Wyatt takes a seat at the table while Brandon grabs him a glass of water, walking over to the table he sets the glass down. Sitting across from his friend, giving him a cheeky smile as he drank.
"Dude I know you like Gage"
Water sprayed everywhere as Wyatt did a spit-take. He wiped his mouth and turned to the blonde red as a tomato.
"How" Brandon laughed at his lack of denial.
"Wyatt you're my best friend I'm going to notice your strange behavior" Wyatt stood muttering under his breath.
"Nononononono" he walked over to the kitchen and dumped out his glass.
"Do you think he feels the same way"
Brandon shrugged.
"Don't know, probably. Gage doesn't really want to get involved with romantic stuff since well him and Debbie"
Right, Debbie. The break-up.
"Yeah you're right, what do you think I should do"
Brandon stood shoving his hands into his short pockets he made his way to the door.
"You should talk to him"
Wyatt nodded as he left striding in front of the blonde.
"Yeah you're right"
"Hey guys"
Wyatt yelped and jumped about two feet backward.
Gage blinked.
"You okay"
He cleared his throat.
"Yeah, yeah, good, I'm good"
Gage placed a hand on his hip tilting his head.
"What were you talking about"
Wyatt looked over his shoulder at Brandon, who was making a pushing motion with his hands and mouthing the words 'go on'
He turned back to Gage and smiled.
"Nothing"
Brandon facepalmed both mentally and physically.
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The Gala
FanfictionWyatt is dealing with some things. One there are terrorists on the lose, two there's a big two year anniversary party for the team... and three he's got a big thing for his friend, Gage. he's been pressured into confessing during the party, but some...
