Bad Romance? {Garrett/Wayne}

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Around that time, Trey and Wayne were stirring. After a sober shot and twin yells, they went about taking their dad's transports down to the autobody shop.

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Rick glanced over the guys. "You two look like shit."

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"Game recognize game." Trey shot back, yawning as he flopped down in a chair. Wayne just sat and put his head on the table.

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Rick shook his head at the two boys. He was a few years older than them at twenty and already ran his own autobody shop thanks to his deceased dad. He'd hung out with the guys a few times and even with their older brother Jiri, he'd come to gatherings and played sports with the family... At least he had before he discovered his mate of whom was still way too young to claim. No one knew and the guys always hounded him wanting him to come back around but he knew he couldn't. He already felt like a creep for noticing him at such a young age.

Scratching the back of his head, he cleared his throat and strived for a nonchalant tone. "So, uh, how's the family? How's Roux's bunch?"

(Cool?)

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"They're alive. Roman's still a prick, Falon's still a dweeb, Ruski's still adorable." Wayne yawned. "You got any coffee around?" He asked, standing.

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"He's not a dweeb," Rick mumbled, moving over to the coffee pot in the breakroom and fixing the boys some.

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Wayne rose a brow, looking at Rick's back. "Really now?"

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"What?" Rick called out, trying not to stiffen at Wayne's suggestive tone.

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Wayne just smiled slowly, humming in that 'I-know-what-you-think-I-don't-know" tone.

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Rick snorted and thrust teh cup of coffee at the man. "Pssh, you don't know shit, Wayne."

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Wayne looked at his friend. "Don't I?" he asked.

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Scowling, Rick glared at him. "Keep your trap shut. Just what I need, you're brother coming over here to call me a pedo or something."

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That had Wayne frowning. "First of all, did I say I was going to tell anyone?" he hissed. "Watch your damn tone--instead of snapping off at me, you should've waited to hear what I had to say. I'm glad you found him, even if you have to wait--some of us aren't so lucky."

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"Shut up, Wayne. You should mind your own business and I wouldn't have to snap at you," he barked. Then mumbled, "Thanks though... Just don't tell him, alright?"

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"You asked about him! It's not my fault I'm not an idiot." Wayne snorted. "And why the hell would I tell him. He wouldn't even know what to do with you." he said quietly, as Trey dozed in his chair.