Three years after graduating, Matt finally proposed to Dan, who got so excited she climbed him like the tree he was to kiss him. They ended up having to set the wedding date out almost a year later, so they could get the whole team back for the wedding. And absolutely no one was surprised when Matt asked Neil to be his best man at his wedding, but almost everyone was surprised when he said yes, and then did actual best man duties. Ok, yeah, the bachelor party was a little awkward at first, but Matt didn’t really want a traditional party anyway, all things considered. Matt was more than content with just getting trashed while playing Mario Cart.
The day of the actual wedding, Matt almost bolted because even though he loved and adored Dan, Matt had one of those, she deserves so much better than a washed up Exy player, oh gawd Neil just let me go! moments. But Neil wouldn’t let him and the first thing Matt did post-ceremony was kiss Neil full on the mouth. Most of the Foxes laughed even as most of the other guests stared in horror. Only Andrew didn’t laugh, just finished off his flask after staring at them for several long moments. Eventually he got up and downed five champagne glasses.
Neil wandered back towards their table and looked around for his boyfriend, smiling when he saw him despite Andrew’s grimace. Andrew grabbed another glass, and sipped it as he walked unsteadily towards his boyfriend.
“Hey, you good?” Neil asked as Andrew took his hand.
“Wanna dance?” Andrew asked pulling Neil towards the dance floor. Neil looked around, alarmed, but no one had seen him yet.
“Come on, let’s go get some fresh air,” Neil suggested, tugging Andrew towards a set of stairs. Andrew let him take him to the roof without much comment. Once alone, Neil turned to Andrew and opened his mouth to ask him what was going on, but Andrew spoke before him.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Neil shook his head. Andrew pulled out of Neil’s grip and curled in on himself.
“Andrew, what’s wrong?” Neil asked. as Andrew walked to the ledge pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Andrew shook his head as he lit a cigarette. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Andrew shook his head, no, again. They could just hear the slow music from the roof. Andrew chugged the rest of the champagne.
“I wanna dance,” Andrew repeated. Neil sighed and closed the gap between him and his boyfriend; he held out a hand and Andrew took it, pulling Neil close. Neil could smell the cologne Nicky had picked out from him. Andrew surprised Neil, pulling him close and leaning into him. They’d been together for years, but Andrew still had very strict touching rules which just made Neil more nervous. They didn’t so much dance as lean close to each other and sway together. As soon as the song changed, Andrew pulled away and took a long drag of his cigarette.
“You gonna talk to me now?” Neil asked. Andrew didn’t say anything for a long time, just stood there smoking. When he finished with his cigarette he lit another with the burning stub. Once done with the second, he turned back to Neil.
“Do you like dancing?” Andrew asked, and Neil shook his head, no.
“What? No! Not particularly.” Andrew nodded and picked at his armband.
“You know I can’t give you this,” he said bluntly, waving his hand about. Neil blinked, not comprehending what Andrew was really saying. “Jeeze, Josten! Why do you have to be so dense?” Neil blinked and waited. “A wedding,” Andrew finally said and Neil sighed.
“Andrew, I don’t want a wedding,” Neil said and Andrew glared at him. “What could possibly make you think I did?” Andrew fiddled with his collar and then shrugged.
“I mean, we’re here aren’t we? You’re the best man, aren’t you?” Andrew asked. Neil sighed a little.
“My best friend asked-” Andrew squawked despite himself.
“I thought I was your best friend.” Neil’s face fell a little. He’d never seen Andrew like this in the past three years, and couldn’t think about the weirdness of the situation.
“Jeeze Minyard, dense much? How much have you had to drink?” Andrew opened his mouth to reply, but Neil interrupted him. “You’re like my best best friend. You’re my boyfriend. I don’t want or need anything else from you. I can’t believe weddings make you the biggest drama king,” he laughed. Andrew made a face.
“I’m not-” Neil pointed at him and Andrew closed his mouth. He closed the gap between them again and leaned into Neil’s space but didn’t touch him. “Can I kiss you? Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” Neil whispered and Andrew brushed his lips gently against Neil’s and leaned into him so they could slow dance some more even though a fast song played in the background. Neither of them noticed Nicky and Kevin until it was too late. Nicky ran across the roof from Andrew holding his phone high, laughing at Andrew’s threats if he didn’t fucking delete it right now.
“It’s too cute,” Nicky yelled as Andrew wrestled him to the ground, tugging the phone away. Yelling triumphantly, Andrew got to his feet and threw the phone over the side of the building just missing some wedding guests. Nicky shrugged. “I already saved it to the cloud.” Andrew growled and walked away as Nicky called out to him he owed him a new phone. Shrugging, Andrew stalked down the stairs and Neil followed him, shaking his head a little. He never would have thought that weddings would have such an impact on Andrew.
Do you know the thing where it’s ‘I know he’ll catch me no matter what he’s
doing’ and ‘don’t I’m holding coffee’ but they still catch them anyway and drop
the coffee. You should totally do a Warren one like that.
“He wouldn’t. I’m telling you now, he wouldn’t.”
You shook your head. Peter was wrong. There was no way if you fell right now
from the tree you were climbing that Warren would catch you. He had coffee in
his hand, and honestly, you weren’t sure he liked you that way.
“Wanna bet?” Peter cocked an eyebrow. “If he
catches you, which he will, you owe
me five bucks. Or a box of Twinkies. Whichever you find first.”
“Fine. But if I splat on the grass, it’s on
your conscience.” You told him, letting go of your branch. You screamed on the
way down, the wind in your face, but not for very long. In instants, you were
caught in a strong pair of arms, slowly drifting downwards on feathery wings.
“Warren,” you looked up at him wide-eyed.
Dammit. Now you owed Peter five bucks. On the bright side, the hottest guy at X
Mansion probably liked you, or at least cared about you enough not to let you
die. On the other hand, now you owed Peter five bucks. Or Twinkies.
“Be careful. You could have died.” He told
you, his blue eyes very serious. There wasn’t even a smirk on his attractive
“Thanks. For saving me. You’re like my
guardian angel,” you smiled softly. He kissed your forehead.
“Please don’t ever fall from that high again.
You’re lucky I have wings.” He shook his head, his feet finally touching the
ground. He held you for a second, just staring at you before he put you down.
“I am,” you nodded. “I really am grateful,
“You better be,” he smirked. “I’ll see you
around.” He bent down to kiss your cheek before walking away. There was a blur
of silver. You held out five dollars, a dazed expression on your face.
“Told you.” Peter grinned. You nodded
wordlessly, still taken aback by Warren’s sudden affection. “You know, he’s
liked you for a while. If all it took was you falling out of a tree for him to
finally make a move, I should have pushed you sooner.”
“Peter!” you elbowed him in the chest. He
“Hey, it’s true!” he shrugged. You rolled
your eyes. Maybe he was right. You supposed you would have to wait and see.
He’s strong, dependable, and is solid like a big, heavy rock. - (They mention it at least twice)
He might not be showy like some other Ninja we could name - (Lego throwin shade)
Cole was a student at the Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts as a dancer … for two days. - (I’d like to image him in class on the second day and just go “I don’t wanna be here anymore” then get up and leave)
Cole likes all kinds of climbing: Rock climbing, cave climbing, tree climbing and dragon climbing … whatever that is! - (the fuck?)
Kai jokes that Cole is the only ninja he’s ever heard of who brings a book to battles, so he won’t get bored. - (What does Cole even do during battles that’ll make him get so board he would read a book?)
Cole’s favorite color is actually orange … but don’t tell anyone. - (Why not? Why is it a big secret? You think they’re gonna torture him with the orange? BAD GUY: Tell us what we want to know or the orange gets it. *Holds up a orange paper* COLE: NO NO PLEASE NOT THE ORANGE!)
When Cole was a child his friends jokingly called him Cole Bucket - (What…)
Hobbies: Climbing, strategic planning, dancing - (Really lego? At least it’s better than Skylor’s hobbies)