Some Things Are Meant to Be
NurseyDex, 7100 words, Rated Teen, AU, Fake Relationship, Meet Cute, Wedding, Fluff (here on AO3)
“You want another one?” Will yelled, and Chris made some sort of loud, affirmative noise from the living room.
Will took a second beer from the fridge, balancing both in one hand while he grabbed a container of guac with the other. He slammed the fridge door shut with his hip but misjudged the necessary force, and several papers affixed to the front floated to the ground.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He set everything on the counter and crouched down, picking up the notice about his rent going up, his reminder card for his dentist appointment yesterday, and—shit.
Will plopped down on his ass, staring down in horror at the piece of heavy cardstock in his hand. Goddamn, he can’t believe that he forgot.
“Hey, what happened to that—shit. What’s wrong? What’s that?”
Will looked up at Chris, who circled the breakfast bar and sat down in front of him. He vaguely waved the paper. “An invitation. To my ex’s wedding. It’s…it was hidden on my fridge. I forgot about it.”
“Do you still love her or something? Is this an existential crisis type of situation?”
Will rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. But I said I was bringing someone, back when I got the invitation, and I totally forgot. It’s on Saturday.”
“And you don’t wanna go alone?”
Will made a face. “Not after I RSVP’d with a plus-one. She’s still an ex, you know? Not that you would know anything about that,” he added dryly, and Chris grinned.
“You’re just jealous of me and Cait.”
“True,” Will murmured. He stared down at the invitation and sighed. “I guess I could text her and pretend to be sick or something.”
“No, you can’t do that!” Chris plucked the invitation from his hand. “Just pretend to be dating someone and bring them.”
Will lifted his eyebrows at him. “Uh, that’s not an actual thing that people do.”
“You don’t know that!” Chris protested, and Will snorted.
“Oh, yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find a fake boyfriend?”
Chris grinned. “So I have this friend from college.”
“Yeah, and I bet he’ll do it. He’d totally be down for something like this. Here, I’ll text him right now,” he said, raising his voice over the sound of Will’s seemingly-fruitless protests. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and spoke slowly as he typed. “Hey dude, you wanna pretend to be the boyfriend of my friend from work for a wedding? Saturday night.”
Will groaned, bracing his elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. “Chris, you can’t just—”
“He said yes,” Chris reported, staring down at his phone, and Will’s jaw dropped.
“Are you serious?”
He scooted around to sit next to Chris, who helpfully tilted his phone so Will could see the message. Sure. He cute?
Very, Chris wrote back, and Will grimaced. “Don’t—don’t oversell it, jeez.”
“You’re super hot, Will, deal with it.”
“Is he cute?”
“Very,” Chris repeated, and Will snorted. “I’m giving him your number. His name’s Derek, by the way.”
Will sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.”
“Worst case scenario, you’ll have a great story to tell.” Chris got to his feet and held a hand out to Will to haul him up. “Grab those beers, third period’s about to start.”
I don’t think I could keep a straight face if someone called me sugarplum in public.
Ok, strike that one from the list. Lovebug?
Just my name is fine. Which is Will.
And this whole thing was Chris’s idea, btw.
Oh, I have no doubt.
I just wanted to feign illness.
But this will be way more fun!
Yeah? You pretend to be people’s boyfriend often?
Nah, you’re popping my cherry.
Ok, what did I say about that.
This is gonna be fun. So where’s this wedding? Saturday, right?
Yeah. Brooklyn Botanic Garden
Ooh nice. Dress code?
Suit, no tux. Should we meet up beforehand?
You know that random bar/bakery @ Union/Franklin? Wanna meet there?
Awesome. See you then, studmuffin.