I wrote this on request for a guest that commented on Everybody Dies On Spawn Island (another fanfic of mine) that wanted a DriftxBriteBomber. I've been more of a DriftxCalamity, but now I think I ship him with all the Fortnite chicks. Let's be honest, Drift is total daddy material *drools*. Also, RIP Lazy Links. You will live in forever in our hearts, minds, and this wonderful beautiful and hopefully not too cringey fanfiction you are about to read.
"Earth to Drift! Earth to Drift!" Maven called.
Drift unzonked out from his nap and sat up, scratching his head. It took the Master Rifter (as he called himself) a few seconds to remember where he was. Oh yeah, at school, seated in one of the warehouses of Frosty Flights for aviation class (in the back row, as usual). Surrounded by eager students who were all staring at him.
"So, as I was asking, where does the pilot sit to control the Stormwing?" Maven repeated, looking expectantly at him through her black framed glasses.
Drift racked his mind for the answer, but the only things he could pull up about aviation was the way Brite's long pink ponytail flew in the wind when they tore down the golf course at Lazy Links to terrorize Gunner every now and then. He studied the blackboard behind Maven containing a hand drawn diagram of a Stormwing in hopes of an answer.
"Umm, the left wing?" He guessed randomly.
A couple of the students snickered and Maven sighed. "It's the cockpit," she said.
"Cockpit, got it," Drift echoed. As his teacher rambled ahead on the safety precautions of a proper flight, his mind wandered back to something more interesting- Brite Bomber. His best friend-turned-crush had been all he could think about these days. When they met a few months ago when Brite signed up for the same Rifting class as him, he never would have guessed what good friends- and potentially more- they would become. They quickly bonded over their love for the color hot pink, anime, and sunshine+rainbows. A bit odd, but Drift didn't care. He just worried of what other people would think.
Finally, the Llama Bell emote sounded from the school speakers, signaling the end to the day of Fortnite Uni. Drift grabbed his stuff, put on his black mask, and went to find Brite; who was situated near the solar panels for her watch duty as usual. Frosty Flights was under constant threat of attack from its surrounding villages, and was in dire need of heavy guard 24/7. Because of this, select students were put on guard shift daily. Drift always worried when Brite was on guard, although she was a swift warrior and knew how to fight. Brite was just.. different.
He easily found his best friend, who was sitting on one of the panels and talking to her unicorn pickaxe she'd dubbed Rainbow Smash. Her hot pink hair was pulled up in it's usual ponytail and her face was solemn as always. Brite had always been a little deranged, and more than a little obsessed with sunshine and rainbows. Drift knew she liked having long conversations with the inanimate pickaxe and he let it be.
He waved to the bright pink haired girl as he trotted over, smiling. "Hey, Bri Bri!" He greeted cheerfully.
Brite didn't respond and kept mumbling to her pickaxe. Drift patiently waited a few seconds until she slowly looked up and saw him.
"Hi... Drifty," she mumbled softly. A pink flush spread across her cheeks and Drift grinned.
"C'mon, we're going to my place now, and then Gunner'll pick you up," He announced, holding out his hand. Brite happily took it and they walked down the snow piled sidewalk to Drift's ATK.
"Man, Sergeant Winters needs to hire shovel duty again," Drift commented as he looked at the high snowdrifts covering the walkways.
Brite nodded in response and sighed.
"Long day?"
"Yeah."
"I bet."
Once they reached the parking lot, Drift hopped into his ATK, and as usual, peeked at a photo taped just beneath the dashboard. It was a selfie of him and Brite careening down Lazy on his ATK just a few weeks ago; Brite looking overjoyed into the camera as they shot down the grassy knolls; crashing into passerby's, buildings, and other ATKs. Drift had happened to whip out his phone camera at the perfect moment for the perfect picture. (AN: that selfie is actually a Season 5 loading screen, look it up!)
"Happy time," Brite commented, watching him. She poked the little dangle charm of Beef Boss and Tomato Head hanging on the rear view mirror and giggled.
"Best day ever," Drift added. He pulled out his key and put it into the ignition, and soon they were driving home.
The frosty snowdrifts of Frosty Flights melded into warm, carefully cropped grass as they pulled up to the golf resort where Drift lived. He lugged his heavy backpack up to his room and helped Brite with her things.
They quickly settled in his bedroom. It was a sparsely furnished room, decorated with a Power Chord poster and a few graffitis of a kitsune mask here and there. A small collection of selfies of him and Brite were growing just above his work desk scattered with unfinished homework. Brite twirled on his spinning desk chair and Drift laid on his undone bed, fiddling with his non working PS4 controller.
"Batteries probably dead," Brite said with a yawn.
"You know what, you're right," Drift said jokingly. He set down the controller and closed his eyes to catch a nap. Yet, his eyes popped open as he felt Brite crawl onto the bed and lie down next to him.
"Lonely over there," Brite explained, looking sorry.
Drift ignored his pounding heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribcage as Brite scooted closer. "It's no big deal," he mumbled, his face turning red.
They laid in a comfortable silence, but thoughts raced through Drift's mind. Did she know about his true feelings for her? Did she even like him back- or like him as a friend at all? Why her? Why him?
A few seconds later, Drift dared to glance over at Brite. The latter was fast asleep, lying on her back. Drift couldn't help but to smooth her bright pink hair out of her peaceful face as she slept. His eyes drifted down to her lips, sharply shaped and a muted pink. With sudden affection, he leaned forward and laid his head down next to Brite's.
"I sure love you, Bri Bri," he mumbled, inhaling the sugary scent of Brite's hair. "I just wish I had the guts to tell you."
He closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
"YO, WHAT THE BOOGIE'S GONE DOWN IN HERE?" A familiar, jovial voice shouted.
Drift snapped awake to see Gunner, Brite's twin brother, gallantly entering the room without bothering to knock. The energetic, hopefully 100% sane alter of his sister waltzed into the room with a knowing smile. Drift scrambled off the bed and rubbed sleep out of his eyes. "N-nothing," he mumbled, his voice croaky.
"Whatever. Hi hi Bombshell, it's time to go home," Gunner poked Brite in the leg with his disco wrapped AR.
"Mmm, five... minutes..." Brite mumbled. She buried her face deeper into Drift's pillow.
"Nah, you're gonna miss the next episode of My Little Llama," Gunner urged.
That woke Brite up. She sat up in bed, grabbed her pickaxe and backpack and eagerly began to trot out the door with Gunner.
"Aren't you going to give Drifty Boy a hug?" Gunner asked, feigning innocence.
Heat shot to Drift's face and he felt himself blush. He was glad the black mask he wore hid it well. His heart began to pound as Brite turned around and promptly threw her arms around him, squeezing him with affection.
"Aww, thanks," Drift gently returned the gesture. "I... I thank you."
"Bye bye, gotta zoot," Brite muttered. She turned and flashed out the door; the lingering, sugary scent of her hair the only reminiscent of the colorful, strange girl that had just occupied the room seconds ago.
Alright! You guys decide the continuation of this for what happens next. I didn't really have any ideas so it's up to you guys! Have fun...