Because TrydeXDevit will be the next big pairing.

XD XD XD XD

I made him SUCH A PANSY. I AM SO SORRY.

And Jasdero's waaaaaaaaaaaaaayy to smart in this. Sorrryyyy.

My first attempt at a humour fic. Plz leave a review!

If words are missing, or some sentences jam together and don't make sense, go ahead and tell me.

xXxX

I don't think this is right, falling in love with someone you barely know.

But sometimes, there are just these times in life when what you think is wrong or right just doesn't seem to matter anymore.

XxXx

Fiddler, Wisely, Tryde, and Jasdero were all sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, with Jasdero holding a clipboard and a pencil.

Why were they all sitting there? Well, to put it simply they were discussing a rather sensitive topic.

Which in other words, means that Tryde had a crush on Devit and didn't gave the guts to admit it.

That's how Fiddler put it, anyway.

See, they had all devised a very fool-proof matchmaker plan, guaranteed to all made sure everyone involved had a role, and made sure everyone contributed to their cause.

Jasdero was there because no one knew Devit better than himself.

Wisely was there because he could use his powers to read Devit's mind, and tell them afterward what he was thinking(Though, Jasdero could do this too,)after each attempt.

Fiddler was there because he had said that every thing needed some eccentric spice added to them (to which everyone had agreed)

And of course, Tryde was there, to put all their carefully put-together plans to action.

Now, if only they could solve their one problem.

"I don't like him" Tryde mumbled .

Their most important member of their plans didn't feel like cooperating.

Jasdero probed and whined but Tryde never changed his answer.

"Yes, you do!" Jasdero had said, exasperated.

"No, I do not!" But Tryde's face would sometime turn a little pink whenever Devit was mentioned, so obviously, he wasn't telling the truth. Besides, Wisely confirmed through his mind-sneaking powers, that Tryde did like Devit.

"Then what about yesterday?" Jasdero accused, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You were totally checking him out! Don't think I didn't notice!"

"I—I never checked anyone out!" he sputtered.

"Did too! And when he took off his jacket, you fell off your chair!"

Tryde pointed at Fiddler. "He pushed me!"

"The first stage: Denial" Fiddler had so helpfully added, shaking his head at the Noah.

"I am not in denial!" Tryde cried indignantly. "I just—I don't need your help!"

"So you finally admit it." Wisely hummed, triumphant.

"N—no! And if I did, which I do not, then I wouldn't need you to instruct me on something as personal as my feelings!"

"Oh yes, you do!" Jasdero jumped to his feet. " You don't the first thing about love! Or Devit! How are you going to make any progress like that?"

Wisely and Fiddler agreed, nodding. Tryde glowered at them.

"I'll find a way." he said, picking at his hairclip. "It's not like I'm bad at speaking to people."

Fiddler chose that time to pipe up. "Then why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Tryde twitched.

"Because he likes Devit, duh!" Jasdero retorted.

"I'm telling you, I don't." he said, monotone.

"He's lying," Wisely informed them.

"It's the truth!"

"Fine!" the blonde Noah huffed. He crawled closer, so that his face and Tryde's were milimetres apart. "I won't help you, and you can just sit here all day, all by yourself, ignoring my offer and sticking to admiring my brother from afar, all lonely and single for the rest of your miserable life, because we all know that you're never gonna wrack up enough guts to say anything to him, and eventually, he'll find another decent guy who could've been you but isn't and you'll end up a total single loser, without achieving any personal hopes and dreams, all because you didn't think you needed help. Is that what you want?Fine!"

Tryde glanced at his two other siblings.

They both shot him very meaningful looks.

And he was still smarting from Fiddler's remark, so maybe, this would be a good for him.

He did want to leave a good impression of him on his crush, after all.

And Jasdero was offering to help for free, and who better to know Devit than his own twin brother?

His shoulders sagged. He sighed. "...What do you have in mind?"

XxX

"Okay," Jasdero said, picking up the clipboard. "I have some info on Devi, and Fiddler and Wisely all came up with some ideas for you to try"

"Go on." Tryde said. Jas nodded.

"'Favourite food:Omelet rice, Least favourite food: Shiitake, Fears: Spiders, Hobbies: Breakdancing, sleeping, Favourite Color:Blue, Extra Info: Like surprises, loves Mint Chocolate and his favorite flowers are roses."

he read.

" Fiddler said we should try and either leave a secret admirer gift at his seat,—"

"It's a classic," the Noah interrupted proudly, earrings jingling. "Works everytime."

"—or put our chicken up in a tree with spiders and have you save it—" He stopped. The blonde Noah turned to Fiddler with a shocked expression. "You were going to use our chicken?"

Fiddler smiled sheepishly, and before an argument could errupt, Wisely took the clipboard. "And my suggestions are—we could watch a movie about spiders and have Devit sit next to you—"

,"That's not a bad idea." Tryde remarked. Wisely grinned generously at him before continuing.

"—or we could push him into a lake and get you to save him."

"No," Jasdero said immediately. "Devit can't swim."

Tryde blinked at him. "How do you know?"

He turned his golden eyes to the floor. "I tried it once. It was funny until I realized he was actually screaming for me to help."

"You're despicable." Tryde said, disgusted.

"Shut up! You want me to help you or not?"

"I say, we go with the secret admirer." voted Fiddler. Wisely frowned.

"I say we go with the movie."

"I'm with Fiddler!" quipped Jasdero.

Wisely looked at Tryde with wide puppy eyes.

He paused. Wisely's eyes got bigger and his pout wider.

"...I say we go with the movie." he sighed, and Wisely grinned.

Jasdero rolled his eyes. "The secret admirer idea would work so much better."

"That's right, That's right!" agreed Fiddler. "Besides, where are we going to find a spider movie on such short notice?"

"Spider Man." Tryde and Wisely answered simultaneaously. Jasdero shook his blonde curls.

"No, no" he informed them "Me and Devi went to see it last Sunday. We'll do Fiddler's idea, and if that fails, we'll do Wisely's. All in favour?"

"Yup," answered Fiddler.

Wisely sighed. "Yes."

Tryde squirmed in his seat. "Will this work?" he asked, a little skeptical. Jasdero fixed him with a determined look.

"Tryde," he said seriously. "With that attitude, Devit would never date you." Tryde flushed. "Yes. It'll work, and if it doesn't, we'll find another way! Now, are you in favour?"

"...Yeah." Tryde had a feeling something was going to go wrong.

XxXx

It was dinnertime, and the plan had been made, prepared and set into action.

Tryde had spent the morning with his siblings in Paris, finding the most expensive, most beautiful, gorgeous red roses they could afford, and after that, Wisely managed to sneak it into the dining room without anyone seeing, and placing it on Devit's plate. How did he do this? Let's just say Jasdero knew that turban would come in handy someday. Afterward, he checked to make sure Jasdero was keeping Devit from arriving to dinner until all matchmakers were present.

"That plan is officially set," whispered Wisely as he slid into the seat next to Tryde. Tyki and Road were staring at the bouquet with interest and raised eyebrows. Cyril grinned, winking at Tryde, and he turned his warm face away. How the heck did Cyril find out? Or maybe he was being paranoid. Cyril was probably trying to be friendly, the pedophile.

"I've got a surprise," Fiddler said happily from his left. "I added something special to the flowers."

They stared at him.

"You what?" Wisely's eyes narrowed. "Why did you do that?You could have jeopardize the whole thing!"

The Noah raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Calm down, Wisely-o. I've got it all under control."

"What was it you put in the flowers?" Tryde was trying to keep his voice as low as possible, so no one would ever suspect him as the culprit. Luckily, his family seemed more intent in gazing at the gifts that had emptied his wallet.

"You'll see," his sibling sang, winking. Tryde didn't like the tone of his voice.

Tryde opened his mouth, about to demand that Fiddler tell him what type of thing he had done when—

The door opened, and Jasdero and Devit walked in, heads held confidently in the air. Closing his mouth, Tryde felt his heart flutter he caught sight of the other male. Devit looked gorgeous.

The Earl entered immediately behind them, taking his seat as the twins made their ways to their own.

"My,my!" the Earl remarked, noticing the red blossoms. "What a lovely surprise!"

"Yeah." Road snickered. "Someone liiiiiikes youuuuu."

Jasdero smiled and Devit raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," he said, picking up the flowers. "Are these for me?"

"Uh huh!" nodded his twin. "It's on your seat, so it must be yours."

Tryde, Wisely, and Fiddler all held their breaths. This was the moment they've all be waiting for.

Accept? Or Reject?

Devit grinned. "Thanks," he said. "To whoever."

SUCCESS! The three Noah silently cheered. They had accomplished their mission! Devit had been wooed!

Devit moved to put it back down when, suddenly, a white envelope fell from between the petals.

The Noah Clan all stared at the paper.

Tryde panicked. What was that? He didn't remember writing a note. What was it? The receipt? His name was on it! If Devit read it, he'd know who gave him the roses! Noooo!

But he couldn't just snatch it from his hands, that would completely give it away! In his moment of terror, he glanced at Wisely, who seemed just as terrified as he was. Jasdero was shooting them frantic looks.

Tryde could only helplessly glance back.

"Aren't you going to open that?" Road inquired.

Devit blinked. "Uh. Yea, I guess. Is it for me too?"

His pale fingers quickly picked it up. He set the flowers down, and began opening the letter.

Fiddler was the only one not horrified at the mysterious love letter.

"Don't is the surprise," he said to Tryde in a low voice. "No one can resist a few words of love!"

Wisely glared at him. "You better not have signed it," he hissed.

The older Noah merely shrugged.

Devit pulled out a pink piece of stationary, folded up neatly, sealed with a kiss. Literally, there was a imprint of lipstick covered lips over the fold. He blinked a few times, as if regretting taking I out of the envelope and opened it.

Fiddler leant back in his chair, thoroughly satisfied with himself.

Tryde,Wisely and Jasdero were staring at Devit, hoping, praying for a pleasant reaction.

Their pleas were ignored.

Devit's eyebrows raised.

His eyes widened.

He started turning a startling shade of red.

Then, silently, without a word, he folded it up. He sat down, and stared at his empty plate, his face the color of a tomato.

A thick silence hung in the air.

"Devit?" Jasdero hesitated. He touched his brother's bare shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Not answering, he shoved the letter in his face.

Jasdero was almost afraid to take it.

But Tryde and Wisely were looking at him with expressions of mad scientists, so he carefully unfolded the troublesome love note and started reading.

His reaction was very much like his twin's.

His eyebrows raised.

His eyes widened.

He started turning a startling shade of red.

"Oh my Goodness," he said.

"What?" Road jumped up onto the table, skirt frills flying. "What what what what what?"

"Nothing!" Jasdero's face was just as red as Devit's as he shoved the note into his pocket. Tryde and Wisely looked stricken.

Oh,no Tryde thought with a moan. Nooo...

"That's not fair!" Road pouted, and glared at the twins. She turned to the Earl and whined "Lord Millennium! Jasdebi are keeping secrets!"

"Brat." Tryde muttered. She whipped her head around to glare at him, but he turned away.

"Well," the Earl said, tapping his chin. "We can't have secrets in our family!Jasdebi, please tell us what was in that delightful letter you received."

"Yes, tell us," Tyki smirked. Devit put his head on the table and moaned while Jasdero looked at a very interesting spot on the wall.

"Jasdebi."

The twins were both silent. Tryde felt sorry for them. They had been so close, too.

"Jasdebi." and edge of warning crept into the Earl's voice.

Jasdero let out a very long breath.

"Let's just say" he said softly "someone's been thinking about Devi in a very physical way."

Tryde and Wisely turned similar horrified expressions at Fiddler, who blinked a few times, then smiled sheepishly at his siblings.

"Ooops,' he mumbled.

"No way!" Road cackled. "Someone wrote dirty things about Devit?" She laughed until tears came out of her eyes.

"A dirty letter?" repeated an amused Tyki. "Well, Devit. Congratulations."

Jasdero glared at Tryde with a look that clearly questioned his sanity and tried to make his brother feel better. Devit didn't raise he head.

"Wisely," Tryde said weakly. "What's he thinking, right now?"

"I don't think you want to know." he whispered back.

Devit was silent for the rest of the meal.

XxXxX

"What were you thinking?" Jasdero screamed.

In the aftermath of the failed secret admirer incident, once Devit was safely back in his room, Jasdero ushered the Matchmakers into a storage closet, where hopefully, no one would hear them.

He waved the letter in the air. "What in the world possessed you to write something like this to my brother?"

"It wasn't me!" Tryde defended himself. He jabbed his finger in Fiddler's direction. "He added it in! I just bought the roses!"

Jasdero turned his glare onto Fiddler,who chuckled nervously.

"O-Okay." he said uncomfortable. "I added the note but, uh, I didn't write it."

"Then who did?" Jasdero's voice was low and dangerous.

"Oh...y-y'know. Cyril."

Jasdero practically exploded.

"Cyril? Cyril? You asked the Noah Clan's most perverted man to write a note to hit on my brother?"

"He was very convincing about it," Fiddler retorted defensively. "He made me feel sure he could do the job."

Jasdero looked like he was going to tear his hair out. " He's a pervert! He's always like that! Now Devit doesn't even want to come out of his room, knowing that some freak thinks of him in that way!"

Wisely had taken the letter and was reading. "My God, Fiddler," He blushed. "This has the most descriptive language I have ever read."

"What's it say?" Tryde whimpered. Wisely turned a lovely shade of pink.

"It says...um..well...'I can't wait to feel...you...beneath..'...ah...nevermind...uh...stuff about his legs...and...things..."

The white-haired noah put the letter down."Can I please not read this out loud?"

Tryde moaned, putting his head in his hands. "What am I going to do? He thinks I'm a pervert!"

"Actually, Devit still doesn't know it was you." Jasdero told him.

"In that case," Wisely cut in. "We can still try something else, like the spider movie?"

Jasdero shook his head. "No, Devit doesn't really want to go out right now."

"Then," Fiddler suggested. "How about—"

"No." Wisely and Jasdero both said.

"You didn't even hear it yet!" he complained. The two Noah glared at him. "We think you've helped enough."

Fiddler protested. "No, no it's a good one, this time! I swear!"

Tryde sighed. "What is it?"

Fiddler grinned. "Devit won't come out unless it's something urgent, right?"

"Yeah..."

Fiddler's smile widened. "So if, someone he really cared about needed his help, then he'd come out, right?"

"Devit doesn't care about anyone," Jasdero said.

Fiddler rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he does, dummy. You!"

Jasdero looked horrified. "I couldn't do that to him! You are sick!"

"Oh calm down!" he snapped. "Nothing's going to happen to you!We'll just, y'know, use the chicken. If it makes you cry, then he'll come out, then Tryde here can show off his charms and Devit will fall madly in love with him. Problem solved."

Jasdero jumped up. "You can't use our chicken!" he screamed. Wisely jumped up and put the Noah into a headlock.

"Wisely?" Jasdero choked. Wisely glanced at him.

"Sorry. But I think Fiddler's plan is going to work." he apologized.

"Traitor!" he screeched, struggling.

Fiddler opened the door. "I'll get the chicken! Where is it, Dero?"

"I'll never tell!" he sobbed.

" In the room down the hall, to your right," said Wisely. Fiddler disappeared.

Jasdero stomped on his foot on the younger Noah's. "Stop reading my mind!"

Tryde sat there, wondering if he had made the right decision by accepting Jasdero's offer. Making his soon-to-be-lover's brother cry didn't seem like the best step toward years of happiness and bliss.

XxXx

OMG. THE END. AUUGH. Horrible! I must revise it.

And yea, there will be a chapter 2.