Headcanon PSL for posinglikeaswan

[weedyshyguy]

[Bret doesn't have a lot of friends, despite his best efforts. maybe he's just not trying hard enough. or maybe he's not cool

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[posinglikeaswan]

[cue an ONSLAUGHT OF VOICES]

-Jemaine, can you get the door?

-Why can't you get it?

-Because I'm in the middle of something.

-I'm not getting the door. You get the door.

-MUM.

-I'm not getting the damn door.

-Get the door, Jemaine.

-Yes, mum.

[grumblegrumble, view one (1) Jemaine Clemaine wrenching open the door, jabbing his foot forward as a doorstop. and okay, hello guy he's met maybe once and really doesn't think much of yet somehow knows where he lives.]

Bret?

[weedyshyguy]

Hey, mate! [too soon? ...nah.] Um...Wanna hang out?

[it might've been a good idea to plan something for them to do together, now that he thinks about it.

oops.]

[posinglikeaswan]

No. [TOO HASTY.] Maybe. Where?

[and cue the voices again]

-Who's at the door, Jemaine?

No one. Um. A friend.

-You don't have any friends.

[DOOR SLAM!]

Anyway. Yeah. Let's hang out. [wait wait wait] Bret, how did you find my house? I don't think I told you where I live.

[weedyshyguy]

Oh I was thinking you could come over to my-- [whoa, yelling, okay. shutting up.

he beams when Jemaine turns back to him. and then Jemaine looks at him like he's a stalker and Bret's face falls.

he's not that much of a stalker.]

You didn't. I just...asked around. Thought we could hang out better if I knew where to find you.

[awkward pause.]

Um, d'you want to come over to my house?

[posinglikeaswan]

[WEIRDO. shrugs and falls into step.]

Yeah, okay. So, where do you live? Hadn't seen you around until last week.