Special: Brian/Wensleydale
Special
Wensleydale could never see why everyone else seemed to think Brian was so special, anyway.
You'd think it'd be Adam that got the girls' attention, really. He was all big blue eyes and blond hair, and he had that wicked little grin that always made him look like he was plotting something, which he generally was, too. And then there was (he could get them if he wanted, if he tried) something in the back of Wensley's mind that he never quite admitted to that made it a bit strange that he didn't get the girls. Only... when you thought about it, it wasn't strange, not really. There was a secret. It was a secret only 'cos they never said it aloud, 'cos they all knew it. They all knew the way Adam looked at Pepper, sometimes, and the way she looked at the girls that did try to get his attention.
Wensleydale sometimes got frustrated with it, because he knew and she knew and it was all self-evident, actually, and it'd save on arguments if they could work things out a different way... Brian always grinned at him, when he ranted about that, and ruffled his hair, and told him they'd work it out. Eventually.
Sometimes he really hated how much taller Brian was.
He'd never really been good with girls, himself. And the really annoying thing was that Brian wasn't, either. He treated everyone exactly the same, and grinned at them all with his big stupid Brian grin, and for some reason him not noticing girls made them notice him even more.
Brian wasn't that weird looking, Wensley conceded that much. He was too tall, it was true, and he'd look a damn sight better if he washed his hair more, but the hats covered that up alright. And his big stupid Brian grin was kind of nice to see, especially when it was the extra-wide one he seemed to save up for Wensley.
But no one else got the special late-night Brian chats that he did. The weird tangents, and the way he sometimes showed that he did have a brain in there somewhere, under the endless parade of hats. And no one else got the bounding hugs that almost knocked him over, 'cos Pepper would've punched him and Adam... you just didn't do that kind of thing, when it was Adam.
And maybe there was another reason that they were just his, too.
'cos no one else knew what Brian's mouth tasted like after he'd been eating junk food. And no one else got to find the ticklish spot, right on his hip-bone, that somehow became a different kind of sensitive altogether if you were careful about it. No one else saw the way he smiled, when he was asleep.
Wensleydale could never see why everyone else seemed to think Brian was so special, anyway.
They didn't know the half of it.
Wensleydale could never see why everyone else seemed to think Brian was so special, anyway.
You'd think it'd be Adam that got the girls' attention, really. He was all big blue eyes and blond hair, and he had that wicked little grin that always made him look like he was plotting something, which he generally was, too. And then there was (he could get them if he wanted, if he tried) something in the back of Wensley's mind that he never quite admitted to that made it a bit strange that he didn't get the girls. Only... when you thought about it, it wasn't strange, not really. There was a secret. It was a secret only 'cos they never said it aloud, 'cos they all knew it. They all knew the way Adam looked at Pepper, sometimes, and the way she looked at the girls that did try to get his attention.
Wensleydale sometimes got frustrated with it, because he knew and she knew and it was all self-evident, actually, and it'd save on arguments if they could work things out a different way... Brian always grinned at him, when he ranted about that, and ruffled his hair, and told him they'd work it out. Eventually.
Sometimes he really hated how much taller Brian was.
He'd never really been good with girls, himself. And the really annoying thing was that Brian wasn't, either. He treated everyone exactly the same, and grinned at them all with his big stupid Brian grin, and for some reason him not noticing girls made them notice him even more.
Brian wasn't that weird looking, Wensley conceded that much. He was too tall, it was true, and he'd look a damn sight better if he washed his hair more, but the hats covered that up alright. And his big stupid Brian grin was kind of nice to see, especially when it was the extra-wide one he seemed to save up for Wensley.
But no one else got the special late-night Brian chats that he did. The weird tangents, and the way he sometimes showed that he did have a brain in there somewhere, under the endless parade of hats. And no one else got the bounding hugs that almost knocked him over, 'cos Pepper would've punched him and Adam... you just didn't do that kind of thing, when it was Adam.
And maybe there was another reason that they were just his, too.
'cos no one else knew what Brian's mouth tasted like after he'd been eating junk food. And no one else got to find the ticklish spot, right on his hip-bone, that somehow became a different kind of sensitive altogether if you were careful about it. No one else saw the way he smiled, when he was asleep.
Wensleydale could never see why everyone else seemed to think Brian was so special, anyway.
They didn't know the half of it.