Author here, uhh...this was for a friend, but meh, portal fandom needs more fics that don't feature Wheatley. Uhh...not sure what to put here, no trigger warnings, it's just fluff
I like fluff
Disclaimer to say I don't own the characters just my writing, the characters belong to VALVe
The small man huffed indignantly, staring at his inbox. He knew he should have just deleted the first email as soon as he saw the sender, ignored it and never given it a second thought, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it. Upon reading it, he took it for what it clearly was, an attempt to make a cruel joke on his feelings, and accepted it as a challenge to out do the sender. That had been a week ago.
Now, he was faced with a reply to the last one he sent. One he was sure would have tricked Rick into thinking there was even a slight chance there were feelings there, but no, instead they were still at this silly little game. A game in which neither of them were clear on the rules, was it whoever fell first was the loser? Or was it whoever manages to convince the other that they've fallen wins? Either way, Fact wasn't stupid, he wasn't going to fall for Rick, nor would he ever think for a second Rick had fallen for him, no matter how uncannily sincere some of the messages felt. With a sigh, he read the man's reply to him, and, admittedly, flushed a bit. This was bad. So very bad. He hadn't expected anything like that, it was a joke, it had to be. Part of him wished it weren't, but it was, and he knew it. Or, well, what if it wasn't? Thought's raced through his mid suddenly, flooding him with different possibilities, his long fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed up a reply, only half thinking about it. It was only after it sent that he realized he'd just effectively lost their game, and agreed to go on a date with Rick.
The next few days were spend needlessly fretting over every last detail. He wished he hadn't agreed, but he already had, and he was too stubborn to back out now, so, instead, he'd have to make sure he did everything absolutely perfect. He could imagine the smug bastard's face the moment he messed something up, and the thought infuriated him. Rick would just laugh, and pat his head, and say something along the lines of "I knew you couldn't handle this," if he was lucky, he might even make it condescending, or as condescending as someone with the insulting capabilities of a fifth grader could be, anyway.
The day arrived all too soon for his tastes and he showed up precisely on time. He already planned on being stood up, so much so that he was genuinely surprised when he heard the familiar, deep voice behind him, "So, ya actually did show up. Funny, I would'a thought you was pullin' my chain."
"Then why did you show up?" he managed, trying to seem composed. He refused to accept the obvious fact that, while they both assumed the other was playing them, some part of them hoped it wasn't so.
"Jus' ta see if ya were serious~" he replied laughing, ruffling the much shorter man's hair.
Fact huffed, "Fine, let's get this over with, then," and he almost stomped in the direction of the diner, but Rick grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"I've got a better idea." He stated bluntly, a grin on his face that could only mean one thing: he just thought up the most ridiculous, and unnecessarily dangerous date idea ever conceived.
Still, it couldn't be that bad. Okay, maybe he did have some feelings for the brute.
