Hey guys! I'm back with another story :D

This time around, I'm writing a fictional love story between one of my favorite slash ships: Wyatt X Jude

You don't see a lot of this 6teen pair as a couple, which is a real shame because I ship them so hard.

Again, pardon my mistakes, I'm really NOT trying to make them :P

Anyway...here's part one of the WyattXJude story

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. The characters, setting, and other elements belong to the creators of 6teen.


Part 1

Wyatt's POV

"Jude? Jude?!" I snapped over the counter at the sleeping store-owner

The blonde was a tad startled by me and let out a mild yelp. Jude is a rather clumsy teen, almost stumbling into a stack of packed, precooked sausages. I couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. He was always making me laugh.

"Whoa, bro, don't scare me like that," he said to me making a slight frown.

"Sorry, Jude, but you were asleep and I didn't want you to get into an accident."

"Accident?"

"You could have burned yourself or something because you weren't paying attention. Please just be careful next time, okay?"

"I promise," he shot a cheesy smile at me, "I'm sorry I made you worry."

"It's no problem. I just don't want anything to happen to you."

I took a sip of my java and proceeded to head towards The Lemon.

"Hey, Wyatt?" the blonde called out.

I turned back to him. He still had a bright smile on his face.

"What's up?"

"Are you done working for the day?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I was...I was wondering if you wanted to talk for a little while. With Jonesy and Nikki on that ski trip and Jen visiting her grandma, it's pretty lonely here."

"Oh, sure. Was there something you wanted to talk about in particular?"

"Umm, no. Just...just thought we could talk."

"Oh, alright. Well, I'll be at The Lemon. Meet me there when you get off."

"You got it!"

I nodded slightly and proceeded in the direction of the lemonade stand. It was really weird being at this mall when half of our group was missing. When I reached my destination, I found the hangout vacant—as in, Caitlin was ALSO gone. I walked up to the citrus-shaped counter, peering over to see if the blonde teen was behind it, but no luck. On the register, a sticky note was visible. I peeled it off and read the content.

Jude and/or Wyatt,

Went to go get the next shipment of lemons. I'll be back soon!

Love Caitlin ^_^

I balled up the note and parked myself at our usual table, proceeding to sit there alone. With everyone gone, the mall seemed so much bigger and with that, much more empty. Such a sad Thursday, indeed. Who would've thought that in such a large place like Galleria Mall, I would feel so...vacant, of both feelings and presence? I looked over at Stick It! and saw Jude handing over a cooked meat by-product to a young kid. By the pair's expressions, it seemed like the boy said "thank you" and Jude replied with a "no problem" followed by that smile—that illuminating, white grin.

Jude's POV

Aww man, I burned my hand again. This job totally sucks! I finished frying the last sausage and gave it to the customer. That was my ONLY customer in the past hour. If it wasn't for the good pay, I would out of this joint...but then again, I kind of sucked at all my interviews to other places. And the customers weren't that bad. I don't know, Stick It! is confusing.

I couldn't wait to get off. These last five minutes couldn't go by any slower. I really needed to talk to Wyatt and with everyone gone; I could really get a moment with him alone. Lately (well for a while now), I have been getting this strange feeling around the guy. I don't know what it is, but being around him just makes me so happy. Sure, it's good being around all my other friends, but Wyatt...there is something different about Wyatt.

I could see him across the food court, sipping his java, like he usually does; he seemed sorta...upset. Caitlin wasn't at The Lemon and he was sitting all by himself. Poor...Wyatt...

Wyatt's POV

I was at the end of my coffee and towards the end of my patience. I hate being by myself for long periods of time and this...this sucks. I wanted to up and leave until I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Wyatt?! Is that you?"

I turned around and saw it to be Caitlin, strangling along to hefty bags of fresh lemons in each of her weak, bony hands. I rushed to her much-needed aid.

"Caitlin, are you alright?" I frowned, taking both bags from her.

"Thanks Wyatt," she breathed, dusting herself off, "I had to drag those bags EVERYWHERE! The unloading station on the west side was closed I had to go all the way to the one on the other side."

"You should have called me, I would have helped you."

"It's okay, but thanks anyways!"

She flashed a bright, girlish grin at me and returned it. I put the orders behind the counter for her and the two of us sat back down at our usual table. With Caitlin here, everything seemed much better.

"So, were you sitting here by yourself?" she asked me, arms stretching across the table like a yawning kitten.

"Yeah, I was waiting for Jude to get off work. He said he needed to talk to me about some stuff."

"Really? That's pretty cool of you. I hate being by myself for long periods of time, even if it is for waiting for a friend."

"Yeah, well, Jude's my buddy and when he asked me, he seemed very serious and a little uneasy."

"OH NO!"

The girls cry made me jump a little. I shot a puzzled look her way.

"Ah, what was that for?" I asked.

"It's Jude's birthday tomorrow. I almost forgot!"

"Oh, that's right. Man, I can't believe it."

"He's probably bummed that all his friends are gone for the week. I know I would be."

"Then we should do something—"

"HEY DUDE AND DUDETTE!"

Caitlin and I saw our blonde friend coming in on his skateboard.

"Oh, hi Jude!"

"Hey, man!"

The skater parked himself in the seat closest to me. He flashed me another winning smile. Wait...why do I like them so much?!

"Hey Caitlin, where were you earlier?" he asked in his laid-back tone of voice.

"Oh, yeah, it was so lame," she responded, rubbing her temple, "I had to go pick up this week's shipment of lemons for the import station on the other side of the mall. It was so annoying bringing the bags all the way back over here."

"Oh, that sucks! I saw poor Wyatt sitting by himself and I felt bad. I'm glad you are here though."

WAIT WAIT WAIT...Jude was concerned for me sitting here? Wow, what a good guy. I kinda blushed at his statement.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." the girl frowned a bit.

"No worries, you guys. It's not your fault that we have different shifts." I chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, but I did try to finish work really fast so I can meet up with you."

"Oh yeah, what was up?"

Jude's POV

I looked across the table. I really wanted to talk to Wyatt...but at the same time, I didn't. He would probably think I'm weird or something and plus, Caitlin was sitting right there, and I was definitely not going to tell her about it...at least not yet.

"Jude?" Wyatt asked, raising his eyebrow at me.

I had to think of something. I was freakin' out, man!

"Jude, is it about...tomorrow?" Caitlin spoke up, making a sad face at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked back, playing dumb.

"Your birthday, silly! Are you upset that Nikki, Jonesy and Jen are gone?"

"Nah, it's totally fine! I just...I'm having a hard time figuring out what to do tomorrow. I don't want to stay home or anything."

Wyatt looked at Caitlin and then back at me, shrugging.

"We can go see a movie or something?" he suggested.

"The theater is being closed down for that screening of the new action flick. The movies are a no-go." Caitlin remarked.

"What about the amusement park?" he suggested again.

"I don't have money for the amusement park." I said, hanging my head.

"Oh no..." added Caitlin.

Caitlin's POV

Our brainstorming was interrupted when two guys came over our table. They were both really well dressed and smelled really nice, though the scent emitting from them was rather feminine, like a body spray I smelled at the soap store yesterday.

"Hello, you guys!" one of them asked in a sweet and peppy tone.

"Hey there," Wyatt greeted.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we were wondering if any of you guys wanted to the PRIDE festival with us."

"PRIDE festival?" Jude asked, with a puzzled look.

"Yeah, the gay pride festival. It's an annual rally for support of gay rights and it's a fun time for the community. We are looking for a group to go with."

"Ooo, that's sounds like fun!" I squealed, "When is it?"

"Tomorrow at noon. Are you guys interested?"

"We would," Wyatt jumped in, "but it's Jude's birthday tomorrow."

"I...I kinda wanna go, Wyatt." Jude muttered.

"Really, are you sure?"

"Yeah, it sounds like fun!"

"Okay, we will all go then!"

"GREAT!" stated the other guy, "Then it's settled! Maybe we can double-date afterwards."

"Double-date?" Wyatt raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, myself and Greg," he added, pointing to his friend, "and you and your boyfriend."

Whoa, wait a minute! These guys are—.

"Whoa! I think you guys got the wrong idea about me and Jude." Wyatt said, shocked.

"Ohmigosh! I thought that...oh no, I'm so sorry, Wyatt." Greg stammered, looking at his significant other with an embarrassed gaze.

"Whoa, bro, it's okay!" added Jude, shooting a rather sheepish look at Wyatt.

"You have to forgive Johnny, his "gaydar" is all out of whack! Anyway, we apologize—"

"We still want to go...that is, if we are still invited." interrupted Wyatt.

"Really, you won't be uncomfortable?" Greg asked with wide eyes.

"No, absolutely not! We would love to go with you!"

"Aww, that's awesome!" cried Johnny, wrapping his arm around Greg.

Wyatt's POV

Caitlin got up from the table and walked over to the lemonade stand. She was rummaging over the counter for a good minute or so. Not long after, she came back with a post-it note and handed it to the couple.

"Here are all of our numbers so we can meet you tomorrow," she said with a smile.

"Oh, awesome! Thank you, Caitlin!" cheered Johnny with a happy jump.

"Anyway, I think we better go before traffic picks up," added Greg.

"Have a nice night, dudes!" waved Jude at the couple as they turned to leave.

"Goodbye, you guys. We look forward to seeing you tomorrow!"

And with that, the couple walked towards the sun-lit exit hand-in-hand. For some reason, I could help but stare at them. The closeness between the two men was...engaging and oh so beautiful, nothing like I have seen in my entire sixteen years of living. Just before exiting the glass double-doors of the grand shopping center, Greg and Johnny exchanged at a romantic kiss. What was it inside of me that made it feel so...natural?

Upon seeing the unexpected smile grow on my face, Caitlin whipped around in her chair and saw the pair as well, subsequently putting her clasped hands to her smooth, lightly-tanned face.

"Aww that is soo adorable!" she said in an awestruck manner.

"Yeah, go those dudes!" chimed Jude.

After a short silence, the blonde girl began chuckling to herself.

"What's so funny, Caitlin?" I asked, with a raise of my eyebrow.

"Oh, it's nothing," she responded through stifled snickers.

"Seriously, what are you laughing at?"

"Don't get mad, but it's what Johnny said about you two...I thought it was cute!"

"Are you talking about him saying that me and Wyatt were "a thing"? Jude asked, mildly slumped in his chair.

"Haha, yeah! To be honest, I can kind of see it!"

"WAIT, WHAT!" I was shocked at her.

"It's no big deal Wyatt. Besides, ever since this our friends left, I noticed how close you two are."

I started to groan; not out of disgust, but out of pure humiliation.

"This is so awkward..." whined Jude, cowering behind his skateboard, which he was shielding his crimson face with.

"Yeah...no kidding," I added, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry, you guys, but I think you two would make a great couple."

With that, the girl got up from the table and draped her purse over her shoulder.

"It's getting late, you guys. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Caitlin!"

"Bye, dudette!"

The girl was out with no time to waste. Looking up, I can the orange and purple sky though the transparent roofs. Looking at the big mall clock, the time read six o'clock. I rose from the chair, prepping for my own departure.

"Jude, I think I'm doing to head out, too. Would you like a ride home?"

"Oh dude, that would be awesome. Thank you!"

There it was again—that engaging grin of sparkling white.

Jude lives a couple blocks from my house and so driving him home wasn't an issue. Of all of our friends, Caitlin, Jen, Nikki, and I are the only ones who have a license, so we often take turns in taking Jonesy and Jude wherever they need to go. Jude climbed in the front seat of my maroon-coloured convertible, skateboard clutched tightly in his grasp.

"You can just toss it in the back seat if you want." I offered.

"Nah, it's okay."

The car ride was rather silent. Not wanting to take my eyes off the road, I couldn't help but look out of the corner of my eye at the blonde boy on the passenger side. He didn't notice it, but I could see his deep-blue irises falling upon me, followed by a slight smile. It was warm and I really liked it. Jude was always so friendly to everyone—and this week; I really got to take it all in, being one of the two main people he sees regularly. I let out a slight giggle.

"What's so funny, Wyatt?" he asked, rather wide-eyed.

Was I really THAT loud?

"Oh, it's nothing, just...nothing." I answered.

"Oh...okay." he slumped back.

We arrived at his flat in no later than ten minutes. The blonde unbuckled his seat belt and looked at me.

"Thanks, Wyatt. You are a really good friend!"

"Oh, it's no problem, Jude."

Much to my surprise, the guy hugged me and not in a "bro" way, but in a much tenderer way—arms around my neck and fingers intertwined in the dreadlocks growing on the back of my head. He released me in a matter of seconds, his face flushed with crimson.

"See ya, dude!" he waved, stumbling, almost tripping, out of my car.

I felt the back of my head where he touched me. Though he was gone, I could still feel his presence. What's...going on?


Whoa now! What's going on here?! Hahaha. Expect "Part 2" in the near future, but while you wait let me know what you think so far. Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated 3