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*Chapter 118*
"Y'guys okay back there?" Gunner called through a hearty, cute, boyish laugh as he flagged his hand, though Berri choked an annoyed noise the second Wren began to nearly yank Berri deeper into the depths of the tour bus, a luxurious home on wheels.
"We're fine, we'll be right back," Wren called in warm nonchalance, though he grunted a noise as him and Berri tripped over each others feet in the confined hallway they traversed.
"What the heck are you guys doing?" Theo barked in smiling irritation, though as he stood to maybe see what the commotion was about, Wren urgently flagged him down and shook his head in a further show of forced nonchalance.
"NO, we're fine, I just... I need Berri to look at something really quick, it's embarrassing, leave us alone," Wren shouted in teasing urgency as he viciously shooed Theo away, he continued to keep Berri's upper arm in a death grip as he began to attempt to drag her to the farther, more private quarters of the tour bus, complete with two levels, each one being smaller confines of bedrooms for the crew, "Just... We'll be right back, its embarrassing, don't come back here."
"For User's sake, Wren, I'm POSITIVE that mole is benign," Theo barked in tired annoyance, and though Wren's face heated up, he rolled his eyes and vanished into the darkness with Berri.
"... You have a benign mole?" Berri choked in a laughing whisper as Wren finally was able to shove the two into the lower level bedroom and shut the door behind the two. Nearly still tripping over each other in the pitch black, Wren's hand urgently groped for a light switch. The second it came on, he huffed a raspy sigh, straightened his hair and gave Berri a firm glower of whole annoyance as she teasingly carried on, "I hope it's not on your butt, or something, cause, wow... I mean I love you and all, but I REALLY don't want to-"
"No, it's on the inside of my upper arm, I just said that to keep them away," Wren grunted in a raspy whisper as he furiously gestured his hands in sassy irritation, he shook his head and urgently peered tight to Berri's eyes as she visibly shrunk, he continued to whisper for secrecy's sake, "Berri, please tell me what's going on between you and Turbo, I know that's who you're talking to."
"Wren, it's really not a big deal, he just said something funny," Berri desperately tried to brush it off, she nervously glanced to the two decent sized beds in the small confines of the bedroom they had managed to smush into; a bedroom that Gunner and Berri very shyly agreed to share, the gentle shlep of duffles and blankets on their respective beds, Berri flinched once Wren put his hands on his hips and jut his neck out in a deeper glower of irritation towards Berri.
"I'm not letting you leave this bedroom until you tell me everything, Berri Schweetz Kalivar," Wren stabbed in a sharp whisper, he shook his head, and although Berri began to feel her heart race in desperate attempts to allude to Wren's piercingly beautiful blue eyes, she was well aware that he was most definitely telling her the truth, in this instance, "I'm tired of looking over and seeing you giggle to your phone screen, the how many times I've seen you play with that damned necklace that Turbo made for you... You do everything you can to not wear his hoodie every single day-"
"Wren, he's my best friend," Berri defended, they continued on in sharp whispering; Wren meanly narrowed his eyes in a glare.
"I'M your best friend," Wren pressed, knowing full well that Berri's and Turbo's relationship was far different.
"You can have more than one best friend, Wren," Berri pushed, Wren narrowed his gaze even further.
"But you can't have more than one boyfriend whilst keeping all your cute, dainty, virgin morals in tact," Wren volleyed, though just before Berri was due to retorting him another act of avoidance, he could see Berri's breaking point on the brim of overflowing, so he rushed to get a few more final words in, "If you're not going to just flat out tell me you can bet your ass I'll worm it out of you-"
"I'm in love with him, Wren, okay? Is that what you want to hear?" Berri stabbed seriously, still in a full whisper, though her voice trembled in a now very real show of raw uncertainty. She shook her head and was thrilled she got Wren to shut up, in whole stun, "I-I don't know what to do about it. I love Gunner, but... There's something so much deeper, with Turbo, and I'm just... Super conflicted. In way over my head."
Wren sagged back in his stance and relaxed in softness, though he shook his head and now narrowed his eyes in concerned sweetness as he pressed on in secrecy, "Bear, I... I had no clue you'd tell me something like THAT. You're in love with the guy? I-I thought maybe you were just sleeping with him, or something silly."
"... N-No, User, no, w-we haven't... D-Done anything like that, yet, wow," Berri staggered in girly defeat, a shyness that was clearly splashed in blushed embarrassment across her cute cheeks, the cast of the low, dim bedroom light on the single nightstand in between both Berri's and Gunner's bed.
"Yet," Wren choked and gave Berri a cute, cheeky side-eye; Berri largely rolled her eyes, and before she could rush to carry on, Wren interrupted her, "SO what have you done then? What do you do with a man you're in love with but can't have because you have a shiny lead singer rockstar as a boyfriend?"
"Wren, it's... Actually really fragile, and I don't even know how to comprehend any of this, myself," Berri whispered in gentle sadness; Wren eased up even further, noting her tone.
"Well, so... You're just not that into Gunner? What's the problem, here?" Wren navigated gently, he knew he was overbearing and instantaneously a handful, though with the way Berri's nervous eyes aimlessly peered down to her hands, he knew he really needed to reel it in. With as much warmth as he could muster, in such a shred of confined alone time he could afford the two, he lovingly eased his hand into hers and squeezed. The second he finally garnered her eye contact, once more, he shook his head and long-blinked in tender understanding, "You seem conflicted... I'm going to take a wild guess and say that one guy has what the other doesn't, and vice-versa."
"That's exactly it," Berri sighed in cold defeat as she peered into Wren's eyes in whole desperation, "I-I know it's really shitty of me, I know what I'm doing is wrong, I just... Both pros and cons seem to be weighted the same, it's... Really hard to navigate."
"Well, what are Turbo's cons?" Wren shrugged, he held up his pointer finger, to begin counting.
"He doesn't leave Sugar Rush, he can be moody," Berri listed nervously, though as she easily started and finished the list of cons, her eyes scanned the floor for more examples, ultimately coming up short; Wren shrugged and gestured his hand outward.
"Okay, moody hermit. What are Gunner's cons?" Wren held up his pointer finger, once more, though Berri heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes.
"He's a little controlling, he's wary of Turbo, he avoids my mom, dad and brother at ALL costs," Berri started to list, though as Wren opened his mouth to maybe assume her list was done, he flinched as she confidently pressed on, "He strangely gets upset if I don't hug him whilst we kiss. I don't understand that. He'll stop mid-kiss if my arms aren't finding their way around his neck."
"Okay, so we got four points. One of them is nit-picky, if I'm being honest, but it's fine," Wren shrugged and held up four fingers, "So... What are Gunner's pros?"
"Well, he's really warm and understanding... He's not afraid to go out in public, he's very sure of himself," Berri pressed in kindness, though her eyes hooked to Wren's in a rise of understanding, "He's pretty funny, he's very handsome... He's the one lead singer boy I've been crushing on for my whole life."
"I'm STILL crushing on him, do not tell Throttle," Wren muttered as he gestured his hand out and shrugged, "Okay, so you love the guy, he's sweet, he's tall, he's handsome, he says all the right things, he's got it all. You're with the guy that all the girls want, it's an amazing experience, yada yada. So, tell me Turbo's pros?"
Berri froze and peered to Wren in a further show of hot desperation, she eventually lulled her eyes closed and sagged her shoulders in a roll of defeat, and as realization began to lick at her heels, she looked down to the ground and shook her head. Wren sagged in her aura of defeat and finally gave her a knowing smile; he tilted his head, to hopefully gain eye contact, the twinkle in his gaze was loving and boyish with hot knowing.
"... Too many to count?" Wren whispered warmly, Berri finally peered her teary gaze to Wren's in further, crumpling defeat and nodded. Wren heaved a hot sigh through his nose and looked off in confusion, "I... Really don't know what to tell you, Bear. Turbo has the least amount of cons and the most pros, from the information you just gave me. I'd say you should either sit Gunner down, and just say you want to be friends, or..."
"Traipse around the Arcade with a long distance boyfriend that refuses to leave Sugar Rush?" Berri staggered in teary nervousness, she held back the tears though still sniffled as she looked up to the lower ceiling, "Even though Turbo has fewer cons, they're a lot heavier... A lot more detrimental."
"... This is tough," Wren put his hands on his hips and looked off, though he finally peered to Berri and shook his head, "You know I'm here to help you, Berri, you know that. I just want what's best for everything, but babe... You just told me something detrimental to all of this. You told me something that really eradicates every con you could ever discover about Turbo."
"What?" Berri quietly and bashfully questioned in sadness, Wren narrowed his loving gaze in assurance and nodded.
"You're in love with him," Wren eased in warm conclusion, he shook his head and side-eyed Berri in tenderness, "That's not something you should let your heart ignore..."
"What do I do, then?" Berri eased in a gentle swing of new motivation, she shook her head and now looked about the room in rushing confusion, "I-I don't WANT to dump Gunner... I genuinely enjoy being with him, truly I do."
"Not enough, apparently," Wren muttered in a sassy lilt of a tone, Berri rolled her eyes and looked off.
"I can't just dump him right in the beginning of our tour, you know how awkward that would be?" Berri urged nervously, though Wren shrugged and shook his head.
"Well, wouldn't it be more awkward if you got caught cheating?" Wren mumbled, he cocked an eyebrow and gave Berri an authoritative look, "Sure, maybe you and Turbo haven't had sex, but I can see that look in your eye. He's swept you off your feet, in that little loft of his, I can tell."
"He gave me my first kiss," Berri eased in defeat, though Wren bugged his eyes and shook his head.
"Uh, yeah. No wonder you're conflicted," Wren choked, he tried to remain quiet for the sake of their private conversation, "Berri... You either need to sit Gunner down and explain what's going on, or maybe tell Turbo that you need to be faithful to Gunner and lay off on the cheating."
"It'd be much easier to let Turbo down, to be honest," Berri frowned, she looked down her hands and lowered her voice to nearly quieter than a whisper, "I... Just don't want to."
"You can't have your cake and eat it too, Berri," Wren mumbled, though Berri gave Wren a sorrowful look and shook her head.
"Yeah, that one was Turbo's idea," Berri nervously revealed, Wren threw his hands up in irritated defeat as Berri rushed to carry on, "But he said that it's all my doing... It's all in my court, and I can quit it any time I want."
"Then quit it like a bad habit, Bear, you can't keep doing this to Gunner, he's faithful to you!" Wren urged quietly, to which Berri hung her head, peered to her hands and nodded.
"I know... I know what I've done is wrong," Berri mumbled, "I just... Know Turbo has it in him to leave the game."
"If he leaves the game, I can't imagine you'd be able to have your cake and eat it too without Gunner REALLY finding out," Wren whispered, though Berri rolled her eyes and looked off.
"I can't tell Gunner what I've been doing, he'd be so pissed at me," Berri mumbled, though Wren shook his head and eased his hand to Berri's upper arm.
"Don't tell him... Just... Stop seeing Turbo, romantically. You need to focus on the relationship you're already in, babe," Wren wisely eased, he shook his head and hooked his eyes to Berri's, "This isn't fair to anyone."
"Wren... Put yourself in my shoes," Berri whispered desperately, and although Wren looked confident of his own findings, he flinched and peered to Berri in a shrinking bout of lost dominance, "Pretend Gunner asked YOU out before Throttle could get to you... Pretend Throttle was the man you were in love with, but he REFUSED to leave the game, to come see your shows, to meet you at Academy, to do normal things about the Arcade. Please tell me you wouldn't be in the same pickle I'm in."
Wren frowned and peered hard into Berri's eyes, a sweep of understanding that leveled the playing field, Wren finally heaved a hot sigh through his nose and looked down to their fuzzy-sock covered feet. He eased his eyes closed in a rise of dread, and although he wanted to remain firmly planted in his words of wisdom, easily lofted to Berri, he looked off and to the side in a rise of now cold understanding. He bobbed a nod of defeat and shook his head, all in the same shrugging, conflicting motion.
"... Yeah, I'd... Be doing exactly what you're doing," Wren muttered in continued, whole defeat; Berri crossed her arms and peered to Wren in further desperation.
"And now Sama has come crawling back to him," Berri mumbled.
"He texts her?" Wren wondered in a spike of now irritated concern, though Berri shrugged and shook her head.
"Apparently," Berri chimed quietly in confusion, "I guess... She wanted to meet up with him, a few weeks ago, and he declined the hang out."
"Weird, why," Wren hissed in whole confusion, though Berri lulled her eyes closed and gently gripped Wren's arm back in a sense of urgency.
"Life sucks, I'm stressed... Turbo really brings me a lot of peace, he's a safe place for me," Berri begged warmly, "I need him... I can cut back on the romance, but in this weird time of looking out for deleters, and getting rid of my stress marks, and desperately trying to navigate this new life of ours... He's my rock. I can't just... Just...!"
"Bear, I'm not advising you to get rid of Turbo, altogether," Wren cautioned tenderly, "Just... You two are REALLY going to get hurt, over this. I'm warning you..."
"I'm doing everything in my power to keep us from getting hurt, trust me," Berri cooed nervously, "I just... He... Means so much to me."
"Well, then whatever you do after this tour, it needs to be with Turbo at the center," Wren muttered as he crossed his arms, "Even if you guys do spend a weird amount of time apart, it's clear it'd be worth it, to you... Am I right?"
Berri froze and peered hard into Wren's eyes, in whole entire confusion. She bobbed a nervous nod and now felt her heart race with further conflicting feelings. She was well aware she would never properly date Turbo, if he refused to leave Sugar Rush, though somehow, she desperately tried to open her mind to the idea and put herself in that position. She fingered her lip and wondered if a proper, adult conversation needed to happen with Gunner sooner than later. The thought of it all made her nauseous, she shut her eyes tight and tried to get all her ducks in a row, though Wren hissed her a noise of urgency.
"WELL?" Wren blurt quietly, Berri shook her head in discombobulated confusion.
"I-I don't know Wren, I... I have a lot to mull over, now," Berri staggered sorrowfully, "I... I have a huge decision to make, and that's terrifying. Right in the middle of our tour, avoiding deleters, staying in a game we're not coded for, for two weeks. It's a LOT."
"You made your bed, Bear," Wren stated sternly, to which Berri covered her face and shook her head.
"I can't lay in it, just yet. I CAN'T," Berri affirmed, to which Wren put his hands on his hips and shook his head at her, "I-I... I will... I'll choose one. I just... I can't think about it, today."
"Tomorrow?" Wren urged, Berri rolled her eyes and looked off.
"Maybe, I'm not making any promises," Berri muttered, though Wren gingerly held his thumb underneath Berri's chin and brought her line of sight back to his.
A beautiful, dewy, blue eyed being so full of potential and love, Berri nervously peered back to Wren in a stagger of unmitigated confusion. Wren could tell there was a lot of stress inside of her heart, a lot of regrets, a lot of poor decisions made on account of whimsy, the fleeting feelings of new love. Wren huffed a soft chuckle and shook his head in slow, rising, smiling concern for his favorite blue haired niece. He huffed a silent chuckle and gave her a small nod of affirmation."
"Well... Whatever you choose," Wren started in soft, bittersweet sorrow, his eyes peered deep into hers in understanding he desperately tried to reach for, "I know you'll make the right choice."
