[It's a friend's brunch. There's absolutely no reason to be nervous about a friend's brunch. To which he was invited because he's her friend. But he is. And the worst part is that he doesn't know why.
It's not Cole. He may be bigger, but he doesn't scare Will and honestly? He thinks they could be friends as soon as Cole gets over his whole Coco is a virgin thing. The guy might not even be there.
It's not even Leif and Adler, though they're obviously Coco's best friends from the way she talks about them.
So when he knocks on Coco's front door, he still hasn't identified the source of the butterflies in his belly.]
[Okay, so maybe she went a little over board. Just a little. The ham, bacon, sausage platter? (Sorry, Leif's Jewishness.) The Belgian waffles? The omelets and juice and bakery-purchased bagels, muffins, and danishes. Dear sweet lord, she even flat ironed her hair and managed to incorporate the shortest skirt in her closet into her outfit, despite being over a pair of warm, thick black leggings.
When Will knocks on the door -- and she knows it's him because she'd told him to be sure to arrive fifteen minutes early so they could get all their obnoxious morning make-out session out of the way so she could give him a quick once over before sending him to meet the parents and/or her better halves -- she opens it with the biggest, stupidest grin on her face.] Hi, handsome.
Hey, Gorgeous. [He smiles, but it falls fairly quickly, his head tilting to the side, looking generally confused.] ...You straightened your hair.
[He tugs on a strand gently, but only smiles when it doesn't bounce, leaning in for a kiss.] Look at you, all phosisticated.
[Will, in his own defense, doesn't look much different. Nice jeans, red t-shirt and a black cardigan (that Hailey insisted he have in his wardrobe. But he thinks Coco would like it.). 'S all good, Coco. See? He didn't even button it, so it looks totally manly.]
[It takes everything Coco has to keep herself breathing. Immediately, her breath catches in her throat as he leans in to to grasp at a lock of hair. She doesn't exhale until their lips are no longer touching roughly 45 seconds later.]
I figured you might be getting sick of my frizzy hair. You look nice, honey.
[Being married is a big commitment. Being emotionally married is also a big one. And dating someone's emotional...commonlaw...wife? Whatever the term is -- it warrants meeting the friends. Even if they are Just A Married Couple and Two Folks Who Are Just Friends Meeting Casually For Brunch.
But Leif's being good and not dressing up and/or compiling a list of probing questions. He's wearing nice casual things and compiling a quiche and sitting calmly in the taxi. He's also mussing with Adler's hair because a) it's messy and b) it calms him down.]
I like brunch. Brunch is lovely. Is this the turn? This is the turn. [As if he hasn't been to Coco's only every day.]
[Adler probably should be freaking out, or nervous, or anxious, or anything really but instead he's just drowsy and excited, so he leans against Leif's chest and let's his husband let out his stress on his hair.
Thankfully, Leif took the time to dress Adler today so he looks nice, casual but wearing matching socks. That is quite the feat, even for formal functions.]
[Poor Adler-curls. They're going to be suffering a wee bit, what with Leif tugging and twirling them -- one-handed, because the other hand is holding quiche.<.small>]
It isn't. Is it? It's not. We're fine. We are the married couple who go to brunch. We are...we are? Mmm. You look nice. I'm holding quiche, otherwise I would get up to funny business. Are we there yet? I hope we're respectable.
No funny business while on the way to brunch. That's a rule. [Adler smiles, and runs his hand along Leif's leg, up and down, and pats his knee.] Calm down. You are going to hurt yourself.
[Once Will heads off into the bathroom to wash the lipstick off his face and Coco uses the living room mirror to fix hers, Coco decides it's time to set out all the dishes silverware and cups to keep them distracted... you know, from each other. Heading into the living room, she digs her iPod out of her purse and hooks it up to the stereo. The iPod is left on shuffle.
Somewhere in the kitchen, Coco can be found humming and swaying along to the music.]
You won't regret it, no no... young girls, they don't forget it... loooove is their only happiness, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Oh shit. [Will's drying his face when he enters the kitchen.] Love this song. [And, of course, since Coco is already swaying...well, no need reason why he shouldn't sneak up behind her and kiss her neck, before spinning her under his arm.]
[Oh, thank God, the boy has decent taste in music. She allows this spinning, arms wrapping around his waist as she moves them along to the music. Without any real sense of rhythm. She barely even notices when Leif and Adler enter and thank God they've entered during the dance session as opposed to, you know, awkward heavy petting session all of five minutes ago.
Coco peeks out from behind Will, all smiles and excited waving.] Oh my God, good morning, star shine~
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It's not Cole. He may be bigger, but he doesn't scare Will and honestly? He thinks they could be friends as soon as Cole gets over his whole Coco is a virgin thing. The guy might not even be there.
It's not even Leif and Adler, though they're obviously Coco's best friends from the way she talks about them.
So when he knocks on Coco's front door, he still hasn't identified the source of the butterflies in his belly.]
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When Will knocks on the door -- and she knows it's him because she'd told him to be sure to arrive fifteen minutes early so they could get all their obnoxious morning make-out session out of the way so she could give him a quick once over before sending him to meet the parents and/or her better halves -- she opens it with the biggest, stupidest grin on her face.] Hi, handsome.
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Hey, Gorgeous. [He smiles, but it falls fairly quickly, his head tilting to the side, looking generally confused.] ...You straightened your hair.
[He tugs on a strand gently, but only smiles when it doesn't bounce, leaning in for a kiss.] Look at you, all phosisticated.
[Will, in his own defense, doesn't look much different. Nice jeans, red t-shirt and a black cardigan (that Hailey insisted he have in his wardrobe. But he thinks Coco would like it.). 'S all good, Coco. See? He didn't even button it, so it looks totally manly.]
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I figured you might be getting sick of my frizzy hair. You look nice, honey.
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But Leif's being good and not dressing up and/or compiling a list of probing questions. He's wearing nice casual things and compiling a quiche and sitting calmly in the taxi. He's also mussing with Adler's hair because a) it's messy and b) it calms him down.]
I like brunch. Brunch is lovely. Is this the turn? This is the turn. [As if he hasn't been to Coco's only every day.]
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Thankfully, Leif took the time to dress Adler today so he looks nice, casual but wearing matching socks. That is quite the feat, even for formal functions.]
Your heart is all fluttery.
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It isn't. Is it? It's not. We're fine. We are the married couple who go to brunch. We are...we are? Mmm. You look nice. I'm holding quiche, otherwise I would get up to funny business. Are we there yet? I hope we're respectable.
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Somewhere in the kitchen, Coco can be found humming and swaying along to the music.]
You won't regret it, no no... young girls, they don't forget it... loooove is their only happiness, yeah, yeah, yeah...
[Door's unlocked, Leiler.]
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Hellooo -- oh. [Cue a look somewhere between "d'aww" and "omg".]
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Coco peeks out from behind Will, all smiles and excited waving.] Oh my God, good morning, star shine~
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