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westfrosts · 6 years ago

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Apple Pies - Colt x MC

You rushed across the halls, trying to avoid the busy students before they crammed the stairways, eager to get home just like you. You knew you could chunk in some extra studying at home and maybe watch a movie if you got home fast enough. But as you thought about home, your heart ached as you remembered everything you hid from your father. Guilt was inevitable. I'm the worst daughter on the planet. I really don’t deserve a father like him. Shaking your head with a sigh, you decided you would stop dwelling on it.

The fresh, crisp air hit you as soon as you got to the parking lot. The buses were getting ready to leave. Frantically, you broke into a sprint, but before you could make any distance, you saw Logan step in front of you.

Damn it. Just what I need right now.

You couldn't stop your eyes from rolling. “Is there something you need? I have a bus to catch and I'm tired of seeing you at my school unannounced. Borderline creepy, if I may add.” There was no point in biting your tongue anymore.

Logan raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smile on his face is unmistakable. “Phew, easy there, Tiger! I was actually here on business, another car deal success, as you know.”

“Riiiiight. I'll just be on my way,” you looked around and saw the buses had already disappeared. “Ugh, give me a ride, you're the reason I'm gonna be late.” You sighed, already walking towards his ride.

Logan laughed, but still let you into his car. “Home?”

“No, duh. Gotta study,” you shook your head, putting on your seatbelt, “I still intend on being the valedictorian.”

“I see, the double life isn't for you,” said Logan, as he turned the wheel, “I have to see the gang first and grab something, is that okay?”

You sighed. “Can't you do it after you’ve dropped me off?”

“Let's say it's time sensitive.”

You snorted at his attempt at being mysterious. “Never change,” you quickly added, “I'm being sarcastic if you couldn’t tell.”

Logan rolled his eyes as he drove into the M.P.C garage hideout and then unlocked the door for you to get out. “It seems like you’re not in the mood today, Y/N. I'll be back in a couple minutes to take you home.”

“Great,” you said, extra cheery before you grabbed your bag. You looked for a place to chill until then, but you suddenly felt arms surround you from behind your back, wrapping you up tightly in a bear hug. You went rigid as you attempted to get them off of you, until you heard Ximena's voice. “Y/N! I haven't seen you in awhile!” she cheered, as she continued to give you a bone-crushing back hug.

“God, Ximena you gave me a heart attack!” you almost shouted, trying to breathe through her vice grip.

“You wouldn't want to kill her before she becomes top of her class, Ximena,” said Colt, you heard him before you saw him.

Ximena laughs at the jab before letting go, “Damn, can’t a chick hug someone around here?”

You brushed yourself off, raising your eyes at him, “Actually, I am at the top of my class,” you covered up a smile before you said, “By the way, your fly is open.”

Colt's eyes widened as he fussed over himself and went to zip up his jeans before he realized it wasn't true. By then his face was already flushed, seeing his reddened face brought a smile to your own. You just wanted to squeeze those cheeks. You laughed. “You really fell for that!”

“You're not funny,” Colt grumbled, before folding his arms across his chest, “What are you even doing around here, come to see Logan the Lover Boy?” he taunted.

“Nice to see you too,” you rolled your eyes.

Ximena clasped her hands as she said, “Okay you two, quit it. Kaneko wants these cars repaired and in top shape before he comes back.” By then, you’d lost track of Logan but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care, though the idea of turning up late at home again gnawed away at you and the guilt you felt earlier today felt like a ton of bricks on your shoulders.

You were distracted from your raging thoughts when Mona came out to fix her own car and stayed off to herself. You couldn’t help but marvel at her outfit, how she constantly managed to look good while pretty much being off the grid was beyond you.

You set your school bag down and took a seat next to Colt as he worked on a car. You rested your chin on your hand as your eyes watched him working with intrigue. Damn, that jawline could cut a bitch...

Colt glanced curiously at you before returning his gaze to his car. “Do you need something? Why are you so obsessed with me?” He grunted, as he tweaked the engine.

Your eyes widened as you chuckled. “It's actually the other way around. You're the one that approached me when we first met, you know, always dropping your little comments every time I was around.”

Colt narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth, but you quickly interrupted him, “Not that I mind.”

“...You're bold.”

“I know. You like it?”

Colt pressed his lips together, slowly moving his eyes towards your face with thinly veiled curiosity, before moving his gaze back to the car in front of him. “Just what game are you playing, Wheeler?”

“...Alright then,” you sighed quietly, looking down in disappointment. You took out your phone to see the time and gasped when you saw how long it had been. “Ugh, just where is Logan? He was supposed take me home after he grabbed something.”

Colt rolled his eyes, seemingly irritated, “How would I know? I guess your Prince Charming left you behind.”

��You stood up and pulled on your backpack with a sigh. “Shut up. Can you give me a ride? Please, I need to get home.”

“No.”

“C’mon Colt, pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“Hmmm, let me think about it… No. Go ask someone else.”

“Pleeease?” You asked with a pout, stretching the word out and grabbing one of his hands in both of yours. His spanner clattered to the ground noisily as Colt blinked up at you, almost unseeingly. Colt stared into your eyes, with an unreadable look in his own. “...Okay, fine,” he sighed, shaking your hand off and rubbing the back of his neck instead.

You squealed, jumping up and down before running to his motorcycle, “Well come on then, Pretty Boy, I don't have all day!”

He tossed you a helmet, “You owe me,” he said, while putting on his own, “and try not to scream in terror, I’m hoping to keep my eardrums tonight.”

“Oh really? So on any other night, I’m free to scream as loud as I want and rupture your eardrums then?” You winked at him, a cheeky grin on your face. Colt’s mouth opened and closed like a fish before he shut it abruptly and got onto the motorcycle, seemingly lost in thought. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself.

…

Colt sped up across the street, steering his motorcycle as you screamed, “Oh my goooooosh!” You clutched his waist tightly, your head resting on his back. You tried to focus on the warmth emanating from his body and how nice your arms felt around him, but the wind whipping at your face and hair took your breath away faster than Colt ever could, so you squeezed the seat of the bike harder with your legs, wishing for the journey to be over already.

“What were you saying before?” He laughed and it seemed to vibrate through him. For some reason, you thought it was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever heard. It was carefree and soft, not bitter or mirthless this time. You didn't get to hear it as often as you'd like. From that moment on, you decided to make it your mission to hear that genuine laugh as many times as you could.

He took a shortcut, but it led to a bumpy road. “Hold tight!” he yelled over the noisy engine, before you both began bouncing around on the bike. You did as you were told, this time looking up to see the landscape around you. The houses and trees passed by quickly, almost blurring. You sighed contently, you could get used to this. For a moment, you hadn’t a care in the world, only Colt and the peaceful night life as your backdrop.

Colt stopped in front of your house and you took your time getting off the motorcycle, not just because you didn’t want this moment to end but also because your legs felt like jelly. Colt laughed as he watched you wobble around slightly and you narrowed your eyes at him, keeping a good grip on the bike. You took a good look at him, before opening and closing your mouth a few times, lost for words. His eyes were dark and deep like you could get sucked into them, his olive skin complimented his features, his arched eyebrows were the most stunning. He had a rigid look, but managed to look gentle. You didn’t know why you were suddenly bewitched by his appearance, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. In this moment, he was all that mattered.

Colt coughed awkwardly at the silence, staring at you a little weirdly. “Are you… okay? Damn, that ride must’ve done a number on you,” he said with a chuckle.

You scratched your neck, your face feeling hot, “I’m fine, anyway, thank you for the ride. I guess you don't suck like the rest of them.” Colt rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Suddenly, his eyes were brighter in the dim streetlight, almost glinting and gleaming. Wow… Was that a trick of the light making him seem ethereal or had that motorcycle journey really ruined you? You shook your head.

“Gee, thanks. You really have a way with words. You sure you're the top of your class?”

You gasped. “Shut up! ...Although, maybe you have a point. Ingrid really seems to be on top of the game lately...” You sighed, muttering the next part, “Both academically and appearance wise, she’s so pretty, I could never...” Your voice had become a whisper by the time you finished your sentence. When you looked at up, Colt had his mouth open like he was about to say something, but he closed it immediately upon seeing your gaze now on him. He looked away, fiddling around with his motorcycle with his lips pressed together.

Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what to make of him. When you finally regained your balance, you walked up the steps of your house and quickly gave him a wave before heading inside. Wouldn’t wanna ruin the moment with my embarrassing brain.

Colt watched you leave, his hands now in his pockets. The hell, what am I? A nervous schoolboy? Leave already. Clearing his thoughts, Colt moved onto his bike, gripping the handlebar. He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting back toward your house as he contemplated everything that had happened today. He didn't know what to think of you yet, but if the happiness and warmth that he had felt around you was anything to go off of… Are we friends now?

…

In the Wheeler household, your dad's cheery voice rang through the kitchen. “Y/N! How come you’re back so late? It’s 4:30 PM, did something happen at school, is everything OK?”

You smiled sheepishly at the tone of his voice and felt bad as you once again formulated another a quick white lie. “Same old, same old. I stayed to get help from one of my teachers. Also, I think Ingrid and I are gonna be friends! I'm tired of competing with her. She doesn't seem so bad,” you said, taking off your shoes and throwing your bag on the couch, “How was your day, Dad?”

Your dad placed a warm, steaming meat casserole on the dinner table as he removed his oven gloves, waving you over to the table. “Come on, we can talk all about my boring day later, for now, feast your eyes and mouth on this! It’s one of your mother’s recipes, I can’t believe it came out so well after not making it in years! I even put your favourite cheddar cheese on there, you know, the one you’re always snacking on in the middle of the night?”

You gasped as your dad laughed at you, “Dad?! How do you know about my midnight missions, I thought I was being quiet.” You said with a pout.

“How can I not know? The packet is always so loud and you chew like a dinosaur!”

“I do not!” you gaped, “Daaaaad!”

Soon enough, the Wheeler household was filled with laughter and joy, and the warm, yellow light streaming through the curtains onto the street was enough for Colt to feel a little melancholy. As he thought about his empty apartment, he felt a pang of jealousy. He couldn’t remember the last non-aggressive interaction between him and his father. He scoffed. Can I even call him a father? Colt shook his head, something he found he’d done a lot today.

As you and your father finished up your meal, you sighed, sitting back with both hands on your very filled stomach. “That was amazing as always, Dad, thank you. It’s almost like Mom made it herself, though she wouldn’t put nearly as much salt in as you did…”

Your dad gaped at you, looking severely affronted. “Excuse you, little missy! I happen to think that was a perfect replica of your mother’s recipe!” He had his hands on his hips as he narrowed his eyes at you playfully.

You pressed your lips together before bursting out with a laugh. “I was kidding, Dad! It was perfect, Mom would’ve been proud, I’m sure of it.” You smiled sincerely and your father mirrored your expression. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you began tidying and washing up. As you turned around from finishing the dishes, you saw your father stood by the window, holding the curtain aside and looking intently at something outside.

“Dad? What’s up, is something happening outside?” He seemed distracted looking out of the window.

“There’s someone just sat outside on a bike out there, who is that? Do you know them by any chance?”

Your eyes widened. A bike? Shit, it can’t be Colt, right? No, there’s just someone else with a motorbike... in our area... sat on our drive, no big deal… Right? You hurried over to your father’s side, pulling the curtain with more force than you intended before scanning your driveway. Shit! You found Colt on his bike with his hands in his pockets, looking down somewhat forlornly. Why is he still here?!

You stammered out slowly, “Oh, yeah... that's Colt! He took me home because I missed the school bus.” That could work, you hoped. You eagerly watched your father’s face, looking for any signs of disbelief or doubt. Please work, please work, please work!

“You've never mentioned him before,” he said, surprised, “You're making new friends even in your last year. I'm so proud.” He gave you a little side hug, but the guilt still ate away at your heart.

“Yeah, we just met a couple of days ago at lunch.” Your hands were starting to sweat. You were never one to lie to your dad that often. You felt extremely bad, but knew you couldn’t tell him about the M.P.C, you feared what would happen to the both of you if you did. “You know what, his bike is probably broken, I’ll go out there and figure out what’s up.”

Your dad clapped your shoulder affectionately, “Well, let me go invite him in! I haven't seen you hanging out with anyone besides Riya and Darrius.” By the time he’d finished his sentence, he was already on his way to the door and ready to step out.

“Dad, wait! I'll ask him...” you said, trying your best to disguise the nervousness in your voice, “He's probably got a lot to do anyway. So don't be surprised if he can't.” You put on some slippers to get ready to go out, but your heart hammered as you thought of what you could possibly say Colt.

“I hear ‘ya. Am I not cool enough for your friends?” He asked, jokingly. You wondered how he managed to still be happy and playful even after everything he went through with your mother’s death. He's probably doing it for me. I really don't deserve him.

“On the contrary, you're cooler than cool. The coolest amongst everyone.” You said, hoping the humour would help distract your father from inviting Colt in. Your dad crossed his arms, but still wearing his sweet smile, “I do not appreciate that sarcasm, Y/N. I’ll have you know back in my day, people begged to hang out with me,” he squinted his eyes at you a couple of seconds later, “You're stalling aren't you? I'll ask your friend myself.”

Fuck.

Before you could intervene, your dad opened the front door, bounding over to Colt, “Hey, son, would you like to come in? We just finished having dinner but I’m sure we can spare a plate for you,” he called out, his voice kind and trusting. Colt jumped a little when he heard your dad’s voice, looking around as if he’d forgotten where he was. He blinked a couple of times before looking between you with your widened eyes and your dad. “Sorry, what did you say?” He asked.

“I asked if you wanted to come in, son. Come on, it’s the least we can do for dropping our Y/N back home. We’ve got some meat casserole on the menu and apple pie for dessert!” Your dad said with an easy smile. You gasped. “Apple pie?! Dad, why didn’t you tell me before? I love that!”

“Well because I knew you’d demolish it in five seconds and I didn’t want our lovely guest to not have anything for dessert,” said your father with a shrug.

“Wh-what… how did you know there’d be a guest? You’re not a psychic, dad.” You crossed your arms while narrowing your eyes.

“Maybe I am, I predict this lovely fellow on this motorcycle is going to accept my invitation and he’s going to love my apple pie.” Your father said, turning to Colt and trying to wink discreetly at him.

You gape towards Colt and shook your head briskly. “No.” You mouth towards him, shaking your head and making an ‘X’ with your arms. Colt, who was looking between you and your father in that moment with a pensive look on his face, seems to catch on and a lovely smirk appears on his lips. If your two lives collided, you knew the future would spell danger for you. You couldn’t let this happen. “Wait, Colt! Didn’t your friend Logan invite you over for dinner tonight? Yeah the one from school in Physics class. Oh no… I’m so sorry, maybe another time. Bye Colt!” You waved hurriedly at him before grabbing your father’s arm and trying to drag him back inside.

“Oh wait! Didn’t you hear, Y/N? Logan’s car broke down and he took it to the garage after school. Looks like had to cancel. So... yeah, dinner would be great! Thank you Mr. Wheeler, if it wouldn't be too much trouble.” He got off his motorcycle, sauntering over to you with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. You gape at him, sure that your eyes would come out of their sockets any second. Your hands fall to your side as your dad slings an arm around Colt’s shoulders, telling him all about the meat casserole you just ate. Colt, however, doesn’t take his eyes off yours and the smile on his face is cheeky enough to leave you speechless.

…

“Are you sure you're not a new student? I think I would've met your parents.” Your dad questioned, oblivious. He looked at Colt with soft eyes, looking like he actually wanted to get to know him. In that moment, you almost wanted to let Colt and your father get on, uninterrupted. You knew how much a father figure would mean to him but you also knew you couldn’t leave this conversation unchecked, lest your secrets be spilled.

Zoning back into the conversation, you almost choked on your food thinking of a lie to say before Colt could try to reveal anything. The M.P.C crew, your double life, anything. But before you could open your mouth, Colt glanced at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he said, “No, I'm not. My family just keeps to themselves.”

The rest of the time, you were hyperventilating over what Colt would say or if your dad would figure out Colt's father led M.P.C, the very gang he was after. But for the time being, he seemed to understand your situation and kept quiet about it. You squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was up to.

You could tell Colt was enjoying being in control. But even he knew that he couldn't give away too much or else Kaneko's crew would be in danger and he sought his father's good graces. Not that you could blame him.

Soon enough, your dad brought out his famous apple pie and set it down on the table. “Ta-daaaaa!” he said, as he showed it off with a flourish. You momentarily forgot about everything else and only focused on the pie. Gosh, that’s one beautiful pie, I can’t wait to dig into you…

Colt chuckled to himself as he watched you nearly drool over it. How cute. Colt thought to himself. ...Wait, what?! No! Not cute! Shut up! You quickly reached for the knife to cut your slice, paying no heed to Colt shaking his head and his inner turmoil, but your dad slapped your hand away. “Ow! Dad, why?” you said, annoyed, “This is my favourite dessert, what are you doing?!”

“Our guest gets the first slice, and we both know you'd just cut half the pie for yourself,” your dad said, matter of factly, “You know it's true, don't try to deny it.” He’d already slid the pie to Colt and you could only watch in horror as Colt smirked at you over the pie, dramatically licking his lips.

“Sorry, (Y/N), looks like your beautiful pie is mine now. How does it feel being a loser?” Colt snickered.

You stuttered as you tried to come with a reply defending yourself as Colt sat back and started laughing. “This is so embarrassing!” you whined, “Dad, I bring one guest and suddenly you slander my name. You have no right.”

Your dad shrugged as he said, “I do, you know, being your father and all. I might actually have to disown you for your pie obsession, your midnight-cheese-eating obsession and your coming-home-late obsession and adopt Colt instead. I’m sure he wouldn’t worry me nearly as much as you do,” your father sighed dramatically, placing the back of his hand on his forehead, “You’d make a good son wouldn’t you, Colt? Wouldn’t leave me worrying if you were gonna come back from school late?”

“Hey, Dad!” You complained with a pout.

Colt knew it was a joke, but even the thought of a father like yours was enough to change the mood. Colt found himself blinking a few times, not sure what the watery feeling in his eyes was. What would've happened if he had a normal dad like yours? One that loved him and didn't constantly push him away? He looked up towards the ceiling and blinked a couple more times in hopes of drying his eyes, but failed. All the built up anger and remorse he had tried to bury was bubbling up to the surface. Great, I’m really about to cry in front of the Wheelers. Just great.

You watched the change in Colt’s demeanour, how his shoulders were pushed back, almost as if he was trying to act strong and like everything was fine. Are those tears? Oh no… You immediately knew this was about Kaneko and you bit your lip, unsure of where to go from here. Your dad quickly glanced at you, confused, “I'll, uh, give you two some space?” your dad said, though it sounded more like a question than anything else. He quickly took up some plates and left for the kitchen. A short silence followed, you tried to make eye contact with Colt but he was making it his mission to not look at you.

Colt pushed his chair back and made a motion to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Is this about your dad?” you asked, already knowing the answer, “You know… I’m here for you… if you need me or anything.”

“No!” he replied, bitterly, but even he knew he wasn’t convincing anyone, “I-I just need to go. Don’t worry about me, it’s nothing… You’d just laugh at me, anyway…” His voice almost disappeared towards the end of his sentence.

You shook his head, your eyes filled with worry. “No. I'd listen to you and try to understand. I'm always willing to listen, Colt. I care, you know.” You sit patiently, and for a couple of minutes you think all is lost as the silence goes on. But Colt inhales slowly, dropping his head to look at the repeating patterns on the carpet instead. He traces the patterns with his eyes and you shift your chair closer to his, trying to show your support. You knew this would be hard for him and you could sense how he was taking a huge risk by telling you, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to open up that easily.

Colt moves his head even lower, his voice soft now. Something about you made him trust your words. Hesitantly, he said, “It's just... I want my dad to be proud to call me his son. I want him to appreciate me, the way he does Logan.” Colt murmured, though the ending came out with malice, “That's it. There's nothing I want more in my entire life. Why can’t I have a loving relationship the way you and your father do? Why does everyone have it better than me, what have I done to deserve this?” His voice cracked, his head shaking miserably.

“Colt, look at me,” you placed your hands on either side of his face, bringing his head level with yours, “First, you’ve not done anything wrong. Know that. None of this is your fault, it’s your dad’s fault for not being a good enough father, OK? Colt, you’re not alone. I’m here for you, I’m sure the crew would be there for you… not sure about Logan though, fuck him.” You murmured somewhat pissed off, more to yourself than to Colt, but seeing how it brought a smile to Colt’s face brought a grin to your own. You wiped away the tears on his cheeks with your thumbs and almost lost yourself in his warm gaze again. “Stop distracting me, I’m trying to give you advice and console you here!” You admonish with a slight blush. This is why I don’t do eye contact!

“Me? How am I distracting you? ...Let me guess, you’re getting lost in my eyes like all them other girls do?” Colt raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up. He looked positively charming despite the teary eyes and wet cheeks.

“What would you do if I said yes?” You countered.

Colt was left speechless once again, before he quickly averted his gaze. Suddenly, you remembered how you were cupping his face, and moved your hands down to his instead. “Colt, you shouldn’t feel guilty, you shouldn’t feel bad. I don’t think you should worry yourself grey over your father and this matter unless your father is willing to put in some work himself. Maybe you have to let go of this one relationship and instead focus on, I don’t know, a ‘chosen family’ instead? It isn’t just that blood connection and that parental figure that makes a family. It’s the bond, the connection, that innate need to help your ‘family’, your peers and your friends, to repair damage and to create new, healthy bonds. You can still have a healthy relationship with a father or a parental figure, whether that’s Kaneko a few years down the line or a completely random person you could meet tomorrow, I’m sure of it. I’m sorry it can’t be Kaneko right now, I’m sorry he, I don’t know, appreciates Logan more. But there’s one thing I’m not sorry for, even if it did put my secrets at risk,” you roll your eyes playfully, and Colt seems to know where the conversation is heading, as a small smile makes its way onto his face, “I’m glad about you being here today. It meant I could tell you everything I just did, but it also meant you met my father, who, pretty much sees you as his son already. So, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or a meat casserole and apple pie to dig into, you know where to find us. All you have to do is act like you’re in a sad Justin Bieber song on your motorbike outside for a few minutes.” You finish off with a smile, rubbing your thumbs over the back of his hands.

Colt burst out laughing at the end of your speech and the tears in his eyes were no longer from his sorrow. “Justin Bieber song? Really? I can’t believe you said I looked like a JB song! I’m obviously way better and hotter than that numpty. He couldn’t ride a motorcycle as well as me even in his dreams. He wishes he was me.” Colt shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly back to his debonair self again. There’s a small silence between the two of you, but all it takes is one look for the both of you to burst out laughing again.

After settling down, Colt speaks slowly, “(Y/N), I don’t know what to say… Thank you. Honestly. I really appreciate that, I doubt anyone else would’ve gone to the effort that you just did. You’re right, you know, I can’t keep waiting for Dad to do something about us, I have to move on I guess, until he’s ready to rekindle this relationship. But that’s if I’m even ready to forgive him, I don’t know if I ever can. Weird, I know, I was desperate for him to,” he pauses, “Come back to me, I guess, but I don’t think I was ready to forgive him. How dumb of me, huh?” Colt almost whispered.

Your eyes softened, “No. Not dumb of you. You’re allowed to feel everything you feel, if anything, you should feel that way. You’re the one that was cut off, you don’t have to worry about whether your reactions and feelings are out of line because they have every right to be… You’re perfect the way you are, Colt.” You said, with a soft smile.

Colt stared at you, almost incredulously, “...What did I ever do to deserve you, (Y/N)?” he asked.

“Everything and nothing,” you grinned, “you merely had to exist for destiny… fate… whatever to throw me in the works. Maybe it was meant to be, huh?”

Colt shook his head, but there was no mistaking the small smile on his face, “Thank you, truly.”

“We should finish this off with a hug, don’t you think?”

“What, no? Honestly, thank you for everything but we really don’t-”

“C’mon Colt, bring it in, bring it in.” You say with a cheesy grin, your hands slide up his arms before wrapping around his back and you slowly move closer to Colt, leaving him time and space to decide if he wants to back out.

“I-” Colt looks flustered and isn’t sure what to do other than rest his chin on your shoulder and place his hands awkwardly on your back. “...You know, we really don’t have to do this.”

“Is that why you’re here in my arms right now and not running screaming for the hills?” You teased.

“...Well. I heard hugging does does wonders for your oxytocin levels, so, maybe just this once.” Colt mumbled to himself, before wrapping you up tighter in his arms. You smile down into his jacket as your head comes to rest on his shoulder, glad that he can’t see or feel the heat currently rising in your cheeks. But unbeknown to you, Colt had a similar feeling and soon enough his cheeks were red from your embrace. Before today, it would’ve taken a lot more persuading for him to hug someone, but now, he couldn’t help but wonder if hugging people was all that bad. This is fine... My oxytocin levels are positively yelling, that’s the only reason I’m hugging her right now...

“You don't need him, at least, not now. You may not believe me because you’ve been seeking his validation for so long, but it's true. You will get through this, we will.” You say, your voice slightly muffled because of his jacket. “Remember, you ever need anything, the Wheeler household is right here, and we’re not going anywhere, not until the Wheeler household gets wheels.” You say confidently, pulling back with a grin in time to see him rolling his eyes and laughing.

“I can’t believe I found that funny, you Wheelers must be rubbing off on me already.” Colt shook his head. He looked down, still sporting a blush on his cheeks. “This wasn’t so bad, you know, maybe I should put meat casserole and apple pie on my schedule each Monday night, just to come here and be the first person to cut the pie.” He said with a grin.

“Watch yourself, Kaneko,” you said while narrowing your eyes, “You ever open my pie up again and you’ll be meeting my fists.”

“Oooh, that was so scary. I’m quaking in my boots, how will I ever be free of this reign of terror you have over me?” Colt said with a gasp, shivering and shaking in his seat.

You laughed, “Shut up. Anyway, since you love the apple pie so much, wait here, I’m sure Dad won’t need that much convincing to let you take a couple slices away,* you said with a sigh, as you stood up and walked away, “I can’t believe I’m choosing to give away pie leftovers, who am I?”

Colt watched you walk away, unsure as to what the warm feeling in his heart was. Is this was having a friend is like… or a girlfriend? Wait, what? Shut up, why the hell am I even thinking of that? He shakes his head. What you’d said about your father being there for him had really struck a chord, not only had he never felt that bond before, or felt it as strongly as he had with his own dad, but he’d never seen a friend offer themselves and their family in that way. She really is something else, huh… Colt stared at the few stray plates on the table, still not believing anything that had happened. Your speech resonated within him. He looked up into the direction of the kitchen. Anyone that has (Y/N) in their lives is really lucky… I don’t know what I would’ve done or where I’d be right now if her dad hadn’t invited me in.

You came out of the kitchen, laughing, with your dad in tow. Once he caught sight of Colt, he grinned, “A little birdie tells me you wanna take some pie home, huh? I knew it was good.” He laughed, in a moustache-twirling type of way while rubbing his hands together.

“Dad! I was the one that offered to let him take some away, shouldn’t you be praising me for my selflessness?” You asked with a huff, putting your hands on your hips.

As you start bickering playfully with your father once again, Colt zones out while staring at you. He takes in the way your brown eyes glisten when you’re happy, the way one side of your mouth has a dimple, the way your cheeks move up your face and get flushed as you smile, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you fiddle and fuss about with your face when you’re embarrassed. An angel I don’t deserve...

Colt closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat with a happiness and weightlessness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Thank you.

FIN.

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