Not a Couple, I swear
V-Day Fic for @blasteroftheass featuring cute fluffy H2OMoo. And no, I haven’t read Darius’s Fic but I’m 90% sure I’m going to get my heart broken because he’s really good at that and it scares me sometimes. Tissue Box is on standby. But enjoy!
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Word Count: 1645
Prompt: You’re my best friend, and we’re both single for Valentine’s day. Let’s go on a platonic date. What’s the worst that could happen? (Also said by Del pretty early on.)
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Delirious: What are your plans for Valentine’s Day?
Moo: Nothing exciting. I’ve got all the stations playing the Olympics queued up and ready.
Also a lot of Ice Cream for When figure skating comes on
Delirious: Boring!! We should do somethign
Moo: What and why?
Delirious: You’re my best friend, and we’re both single for Valentine’s day. Let’s go on a platonic date. What’s the worst that could happen?
Moo: You “accidentally” set something on fire
Delirious: that was one time
Moo: is there a way I can glare at you through the screen
there have been several intances of that
Delirious: look I admit I’m not perfect
Moo: From any stretch of the imagination
Delirious: but I have a plan
HEY
Moo: 🙂
God I have to turn that setting off
Delirious: okay
so plan
two of us go see Black Panther movie everyone including me is so hyped about
then we kid out with the carnival in town
Moo: Black panther comes out after vday
I know
me and ev have plans to see it opening night
Delirious: fuck!
okay, what movies are out?
15:17 to Paris
The Tom Hanks Meryl Streep one
the new Liam Neeson movie on a train
Proud Mary
Peter Rabbit
Fifty shades freed
Delirious: the last one plz
Moo: but Proud Mary looks soooooo good
plus Marcel would kill me if I didn’t see it
Delirious: it’s Valentine’s Day. We’re going as cheesy as possible
we’re watching the rom com
Moo: Del, no
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Brock wished there was something he had to cover his face. The blush was very apparent in his cheeks as Jonathan talked to the older woman at the ticket counter. A platonic date, he was assured. As the two friends went to see the most romantic movie of the season and Jon was not. Holding back. At all.
He had shown up at the door in a dress shirt and clip on tie (“little dressed for casual, isn’t it?”) with a heart shaped box of chocolates under his arm (“Thanks. But you know this isn’t a romantic date, right?”). Jon had even tried to get Brock to hold hands as they came into the theater (“Platonic, Jon. Are you sure you know what that means?”). It was a little over the top, considering they were two friends going out because they had nothing else to do today.
“Two tickets to Fifty Shades Freed.” The woman said, handing the tickets to Brock. “Theater 5 on your left. Just remember, be mindful of other patrons if you do decide to become … intimate during the film.”
“Oh, we’re not …” Brock began to say, trying to gesture to himself and Jon. But the other man had already run off to get onto the concessions line, determined to get as many sugary snacks before Brock could get there. “We’re just friends.”
“Standard procedure, sir. We have to do this for every romantic movie.” She smiled, but Brock didn’t have to worry if she truly meant it. Jon was already coming toward him, candy snacks piled in his arms.
“I got you your favorite.” He said guiltily, passing over a package of M&Ms Brock’s way. Brock didn’t budge, the disapproving motherly look still on his face.
“I told you before, only one sugary snack, popcorn and maybe a soda.”
“Well, you left me unsupervised. And that’s kinda your fault.”
“You’re an adult, Jonathan. You should not need my supervision.”
“We both know that I fail at adulting.” Jonathan refuted. Brock sighed. If there was one thing he had learned from their friendship, it was that Jonathan could not be argued out of something he believed in. Arguably very frustration at times for the Mom friend, especially when he knew he was right.
“Fine. But don’t blame me if you end up throwing up at the carnival.” Jonathan nods furiously, before Brock grabs his wrist and drags him toward the ticket guy. It’s an older gentleman again, and Brock tries to hold back his eye roll.
“Tickets please?” Brock hands the guy the two tickets, and he hands the stubs back equally as fast. “Enjoy the show.” The man’s voice is flat, clearly eyeing the two with contempt.
“We’re not boyfriends, just guy friends.” Brock assures him, before Jonathan jumps in.
“Brosexual, if you will.”
“Not helping.”
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“I told you. You wouldn’t believe me, but I told you.”
“Shuch up!!” Jonathan yells in response, before beginning to feeling queasy again. He leaned once more over the bucket they had found, letting the contents of his stomach go once more. Brock patted him on the back, making sure none of the vomit got on him. The smell of food around him didn’t help, buttered popcorn and funnel cakes drifting toward their noses.
“Is … he okay?” Brock turned to face the girl who asked him. The teen is extremely pale, like she went on too many rides as well. Her auburn hair was messily tied back, and black glasses still lay loosely in her sweatshirt pocket.
“He just went on too many rides, that’s all.”
“Ditto.”
“I blame you.” Jon stated, using a nearby napkin to wipe excess vomit. “You made me go on all those rides after eating that pretzel.”
“No. After the pretzel I specifically said, ‘Jon, we should take a break. You’re going to throw up if you keep going on all the spinny rides.’ To which you responded, ‘You can’t tell me what to do.’, before going on all the rides.”
“You should have been taking better care of me then.”
“I am not your mom!”
“You are the mom friend. Does that count?” Brock hears the girl besides them giggle at their bickering.
“You guys are honestly couple goals.”
“Platonic!” Brock refutes, clearly getting flustered at the topic again. “Look .. look it up. In the dictionary.”
“Sorry. Geez, didn’t mean to hit a sore spot.”
“KATIE!!”
“Coming Mom!” The girl shouted, slipping on her glasses before walking toward the rest of her family. Brock sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. Why did people assume he and Jon were on a date?
“Can I have a teddy bear?” Jon blurted out, “Not like one of the tiny ones, but the big ones that you win at the games. Can you win me one?”
“Jon, you know I don’t have an athletic bone in my body and my luck is even worse.”
“But I want a TEDDY BEAR!!”
“How about this.” Brock proposed. “I run out to the Walmart shopping center and see if I can find one. While I do that, you can wait in line for the Ferris Wheel. Okay? Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah!” He cheers excitedly. God, he really is an overexcited child.
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“This is was a good day. Did you enjoy it? I enjoyed it.” Jonathan squealed, clutching even harder to the giant bear Brock had gotten him from Babies R’ Us (but don’t tell him that). It took up about a third of the seat, but Jonathan never care. And neither did Brock right now. He was just glad that one of his best friends had managed to drag him out of the house and just enjoy the 14th of February. The smile on his face was genuine as the car they were in stopped right at the top. The view of the lights of the city was breaktaking, even if they weren’t that high up.
“Wow.” Brock breathed, the car swaying back and forth.
“Yeah, It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“Beautiful.”
“I just wish I could see the stars.” Jonathan reminisced. “I remember Luke and I would just drive for hours to find this nice quiet place away from the lights and noise of the city. We’d take turns driving while the other goofed around in the back, singing to the radio at the top of out lungs off key. We’d leave at the beginning of the day and just get to the spot around midnight. Both of us would be tired but we’d pull an all nighter just to watch the stars disappear and the sun rise. I miss that. The two of us for three days.” Brock didn’t say anything, just tried to formulate words as the wheel started up again, pulling the view away from them.
“Why didn’t you guys do that this year?” He finally asked.
“He met Genay. And while I love her, I really do, it’s just don’t have that much time to hang out with him anymore. I just … I needed to get out of the house and do something. Sorry, if this is making you think I think you any less or you were just my second choice. You’re one of my best friends, if not the best. Just .. yeah.”
The two sat in silence the rest of the ride, which wasn’t long. Brock kept replaying Del’s confession in his head, trying to remedy what his friend had told him. And when the two had gotten off the wheel, Delirious was clinging to his teddy even tighter than before.
“Hey, Jonathan?” Moo spoke finally as the two headed toward the exit, the night getting late and Jon’s eyes struggling to stay open. “How about next Valentine’s Day, if the two of us are still single, we take a road trip?”
“Where to?”
“Oh, I was thinking maybe the middle of nowhere.” Jonathan’s eyes widened, and before Brock knew it he was being lifted into the air via Delirious’ hug.
“OMG YES!!! BEST VALENTINE’S DAY OF MY LIFE!!!”
“Best Valentine’s Day of your life so far.” Both men smiled, having a feeling the comedic remark was going to hold true. That next year was going to be even better.
