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"You got the extra batteries? In case the camera dies."
Ripper nodded, pulling them from his pocket.
"If you slip me some of that "gay potion" or whatever I can stick these up my ass and become a robot."
"Ew! Gross dude!"
Chase laughed hysterically. He finishes drying off the vial he bought off of Amazon for six dollars, and places it on the counter. Ripper checks the batteries on the camera before setting up a tristand in front of the couch of Chase's living room.
You see, after Total Drama ended, Chase had a falling out with his old youtuber friends on his old channel "three guys in a beach house". They told him that apparently they thought cutting Emma's breaks was staged, and apparently he shouldn't have done that. But how was he supposed to know he shouldn't have cut her breaks until he learned from his mistakes? That sort of rhymed.
So, once Total Drama was over, he had to start a new channel to keep revenue coming in. He came up with a genius name. "ImChaseStation". It was perfect, it had his name in it! Since he and Ripper got close on TD, Ripper decided to help Chase film his videos as a camera man as long as Chase promoted his alpha male podcast in his videos. It was a perfect symbiotic relationship of two bros.
But today was different. He had a special guest today. Apparently, after TD, Chase's old "friend" Zee had started his own youtube channel. "Hezee Hills". "Hezee" was short for his full name, Hezekiah. Chase had learned that the name had Hebrew origin after looking on a website for combining names together. What was he doing on a ship name generator website with Zee's name? Well you see, it's actually a funny story.
He's actually been like really really crushing like really hard on Zee ever since Total Drama. Isn't that so funny?
Not really in Chase's perspective.
He's like, the ultimate perfect guy! How could he be gay? It's not like there's anything wrong with being gay, but he's literally perfect! He's never liked men before! Maybe TD turned him gay? Or his brain just confuses Zee for a girl because of his long, silky, smooth, soft, raven hair...? Even that sounded gay!
Chase feels the need to just purge these gay feelings out. So, why not do a gay collab with Zee? Just get it all out of his system, and then it goes away! It will all be over soon. He opened the fridge, and pulled out some fruit punch, and raspberry iced tea. He grabbed the bottle from the counter, and poured the red and purple liquids into the vial. He then put his hand over the top, and shook it up to mix the liquids together. Chase thought for a second before he had an idea.
If I put dish soap in it, I can make bubbles!
Chase searched for the dish soap quickly, forgetting someone would actually drink this. After a little while, he got back on his feet and scratched his head in confusion.
"Where's all my dish soap...?"
Chase was about to continue his search, before the front door was bust open. Chase jumped, and shrieked in fear.
"AAH! WHAT TH-"
Chase whips around, about to attack any possible intruders that could've broken into his abode. But, he was shocked to see his dream boy.
"Hey. I went to the store to buy you more dish soap. I had to use the rest of yours in the shower."
Zee smiled at him as he shut the door, and placed the plastic bag on the table. He took another sip of his soda, before he placed it on the counter. Chase's heart fluttered as he pulled the dish soap from the bag.
He bought me dish soap!
He tried to keep it together as he put the bag in the trash can.
"How did you use the dish soap in the shower?"
Zee looked up from his current task of pulling the bag from the trash can, and putting it into the recycling.
"Huh? Oh, I forgot. Maybe I built a decontamination chamber, like those ones in astronaut movies."
Zee pulled a Mary-pod from his pocket, and took a rip off of it before picking up his soda once again.
"So... what's this video we're doing about again? I thought you just called me over because you... I don't know... missed me?"
Zee's hard-core stoner voice kind of threw off the true passion of a claim like that. Or, it would to anyone else, it didn't throw off Chase. Chase flushed a deep red that Zee didn't seem to notice at all, even though they were looking eachother directly in the face.
"W-Well, I mean... of course I missed you... but I thought you might not miss me because of what happened on the show... you know... when I left you to die by raptor..."
Chase bit his lip, and began to twirl his hair like a school girl. Zee put an arm around Chase's shoulder.
"Don't worry. No hard feelings dude. At least I didn't lose my leg. I wouldn't wanna go to the hospital for another raptor bite... rabies is no joke, man..."
Zee was definitely joking though. Zee had no idea how many lies he'd told about his leg at this point, it felt like second nature. Chase took note of the fable, not knowing that's what it was. Chase has been noting every account of Zee losing his leg. Chase wonders what horrors could've happened the day Zee lost his leg. Did it just keep growing back? Or did all of those horrid incidents all lead up to the amputation?
Zee giggled at what he viewed as a stealthy joke. Chase let go of his hair before answering Zee's previous questions.
"Well, today's video is gonna be great!"
Chase said as he picked the vial back off of the counter, and opened the bottle of dish soap. He put a little drop in, and then shook it up again. Hopefully the fruit punch and raspberry iced tea would cover the taste.
"Woahhh dude, dish soap and purple stuff? Knarly... so what's that for..?"
Zee pushed himself up to sit on the counter next to Chase.
"Well, one of us will drink this, and then that person is gonna pretend to be gay!"
Chase smirked as he began to clean up his materials. Zee raised an eyebrow.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Pretend to be gay, how do you do that? Are we gonna get it on in front of the camera?"
Chase nearly choked on his own spit at the idea. He struggled to push his feelings down, and focused on answering the question.
"U-Uhm... well, one of us is gonna drink it, and then we're gonna... you know... be gay..."
"What does that entail though..? Like, are we gonna... make out? Shotgun? Hold hands? Jerk eachother off? What?"
Zee's indifference to it all made Chase even more flustered. The images filled his brain, and he tried to shove away everything that flooded his peripherals, but it worked barely. The thought of shotgunning Zee's pod was gross, but enough to make him melt. He shook away his flowery posture he'd unconsciously fallen into, and asserted his dominance in the conversation.
"N-No! None of that! We're gonna do stuff like... wear makeup... and suck popsicles... and act like those... what are they called? Nonbinary people? Those are weirdos..."
Zee raised an eyebrow in confusion as he sipped his soda.
"What are nonbinary people?"
He swallowed. He put down his soda and looked over at Chase who seemed to be making himself busy looking for a camera lens cleaner.
"Uhhh they're like those... those uh... those girls who pretend not to be girls, but they're not boys either??? They say they "don't connect with either gender"? I just don't get it. Oh, and they're all gay I think too."
Zee felt this surreal feeling in his chest. He felt... connected? He took his THC pod from his pocket and quickly took another hit. He offered it to Chase, who waved a "no". Zee looked at his reflection in the glass of the pod.
"Maybe I'm a nonbinary person..."
Zee never really saw himself as a man, but he knew he didn't feel like a woman... it all made too much sense. He didn't care about either gender... he was just in the middle. Chase scoffed.
"Awh, what!? C'mon, dude! You don't gotta play the role outside of the video..."
"I don't think it's a role man.... I think it might be... an identity..."
He stuffed his pod in his pocket, and Chase sighed. He guesses if Zee was into the nonbinary thing, it wasn't so bad.
"Ugh, fine. Whatever makes you happy. Are you gonna do that they/them stuff too???"
Chase sat on the counter next to Zee, any pulled a five hour energy from the drawer underneath him. Zee looked confused.
"What's that?"
"It's something the nonbinary people do... they don't call themselves he or she, they use "they" as a "pronoun" or whatever. I don't believe in pronouns, but if you're gonna use them then I guess it's ok..."
Zee's face remained monotonous as always, except for the new stars in his eyes.
"Can you... show me what that means?"
Chase sighed. If he's gonna try to get over his feelings for Zee, he might as well be nice about it.
"Like... instead of saying "this is Zee, he's my friend", I would say "this is Zee, they're my friend"..."
Zee let's out a small gasp.
"Woahhhh dude! Groovy! I like that..."
Chase swallowed his opinions, and silently admired Zee's seemingly meaningless happiness. His crush was now in the they/them club. Oh well, he'll get over it someday.
"So... in this video... we're gonna kiss??"
Chase immediately flushes again.
"D-Don't say it like that! Then it actually sounds gay! We're not gonna kiss kiss... we're just gonna peck on the cheek... I planned out a whole script for this video, don't worry."
Chase's tone in his last sentence made him sound proud of his work. Zee chuckled.
"Wow dude, you scripted an entire thirteen minute script of us being gay? That's so sweet of you, man. I'm really bad at improv."
Zee didn't even sound appalled at the thought. Chase tried to deny that that was exactly what he'd done.
"Don't be like that! It's for the views! I'm not actually gay!"
"Woah dude, don't be dissing gay people, remember that one guy from the show? What was his name? Oh wait, there was two guys! Their names... uhhh... Wayne... no... that was the other guy... oh! Raj and Bowie! Those two were gay right? They were pretty chill to me. I liked them."
Zee sighed as they fondly remembered Bowie the genius, and Raj the hockey player. Chase scoffed at the idea.
"Whatever... but still, just remember Zee, it's all scripted. It's just for the video..."
Chase lied. For some reason it felt so wrong. Zee shrugged, and made their way into the living room to look for Ripper. Chase felt a tinge of guilt about his words towards gay people. Was he a gay people? He sure hoped not. But... maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Raj and Bowie seemed happy when they were together...
So happy...
Always smiling, and hugging, ans kissing, and touching, and being all nice...
Imagine what that would be like with Zee.
Chase shocks himself with a jolt.
Don't think like that. You aren't gay, Chase. You dated Emma, right?
And I didn't like it.
But you still dated her.
Chase debated with himself mentally, before he heard a call from the living room.
"Hey! Ripper's got all the camera stuff ready! What's the script?"
Chase grabbed the vial and made his way to the living room. Zee sat down on the couch with the paper copy of their script in hand. They were using the Mary pod once again. Sometimes Ripper wonders where Zee gets so much weed, but he doesn't stay questioning for long.
"Thanks dude."
Ripper says before taking the pod from Zee's stretched out hand. Once he hands it back, he makes his way over to the camera again.
"Chase, go read over that script again or whatever."
Ripper commanded, and Chase didn't have a rebuttal. He scooted next to Zee, who leaned the script over so Chase could see. Chase remembered typing this out, thinking about what it would be like to do all this stuff with Zee.
"So... we're gonna play rock, paper, siccors, and then we're gonna drink that stuff... and then we're gonna put on some makeup?"
"Not we, the person who loses."
"And what does the other person do?? Do they get the popsicle??"
"No, the gay one is gonna start getting all creepy, and then the straight one is gonna be normal.."
Zee thought for a second, before responding.
"Creepy? Like Scary Girl? I don't remember Bowie and Raj being creepy..."
"No, not like Scary Girl! Like gay people!"
Zee was still confused, but they wouldn't have to worry about it if Chase lost rock, paper, siccors. If Chase won though.... they'd wing it. Go with the flow, man.
"Oh, and then the gay one is gonna suck a popsicle really weird, won't that be funny?"
Chase giggled a little at the thought of shoving a popsicle down his throat, and then "seductively" pulling it back out. Zee hoped they wouldn't get brain freeze if they swallowed the whole thing for the bit.
"Ok, and then what?"
Zee questioned as they flipped through the pages of the script. Chase quickly snatched it away with a yelp.
"I-It's a surprise! Don't look!"
Chase wanted to save the plot point of one of them getting pinned to the floor for later. That's when he suspected that most of his gay feelings would come out. They've been coming out slowly as the day went on, but for some reason he's been feeling more and more gay. Maybe it's just because all the gayness is surfacing that way it can be pushed out easier? Whatever. Just don't think about it. Zee was a bit surprised, but they didn't focus on it too much.
"Alright dude, I can get with surprises."
Get with me.
Chase shocked himself once again. He takes a deep breath, to calm down before he's feral. Zee leans back on the couch.
"Alright guys, I've got everything set up. We can start filming now."
Ripper smirked with pride, as he waved a hand for Zee and Chase to come over. Chase excitedly leaped off the couch, and Zee slowly took another rip before they made their way over as well. Ripper stood up from behind the camera, and adjusted one last lightning fixture.
Chase put the script on the floor, and grasped the vial of purple liquid in his hands. It had bubbles in it too, and that made him really happy. Ripper did a quick countdown, and started the camera.
"What's up guys, it's me, Chase. And today, me and my special guest Hezee Hills have a special video for you!"
Chase proudly stood, rubbing his hands together. Zee didn't know what they were supposed to be doing, so they just copied Chase's body language.
"Today, we have ordered ANOTHER potion off of the dark web... "
Chase pulls the bottle from his pocket.
"This... is the legendary GAY POTION guys... this is sooo crazy... I can't believe we're about to do this bro!"
Zee snapped from their trance of wobbling side to side and rubbing their hands together.
"Uhh, yeah man. This is wild. I can't believe I'm about to kiss a man, dude!"
"Yeah! Like, I'm not gay! I've never been gay in my life bro, I don't know anything about being gay or anything! But if we drink this potion at three AM, we WILL turn gay for exactly ONE HOUR!!!! Yo, dude this is so scary!"
Zee just nodded along, not really understanding anything Chase was saying.
"Ok guys, we're gonna play rock paper siccors, and the loser has to drink the potion... guys I'm so scared! I don't wanna risk it! What if being gay is dangerous!! What if we like... kiss or something!?"
Zee raised an eyebrow.
"Wait... wasn't that the pl-"
"PROBLEM we took into account when planning this video? Yeah. We both know that this is very dangerous, so DON'T try this at home kids... alright, ready Zee?"
Chase stuck both his hands out in the rock, paper, siccors formation. Zee reciprocated, and they counted off.
"Ok, rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
Chase drew a paper, and Zee forgot to unclench their fist, so they drew rock. Chase slammed the paper over the rock.
"Yes! I win! I'm not gay! Yoooooo good luck, dude!"
Zee laughed a bit, not really comprehending. Zee found it a little sweet how Chase didn't let go of their hand after putting the paper on the rock. Chase had a grip on their fist, which slowly turned into an open hand that Chase just held unconsciously. Chase passed the potion over to Zee, and realized he was holding their hand. He quickly let go, trying to not make it visible to the camera. Zee popped open the bottle, completely forgetting there was dish soap in it.
"Bottoms up, dudes.."
They smirked as they tipped the vial towards their mouth. They sipped it, and it tasted like raspberries and other various fruits.
"Woah man, it tastes kinda fruity... I like this..."
Zee chugged the rest of the bottle, and Chase feigned shock.
"Oh my gosh, guys! I think it's working! How long do you think it takes to fully take effect?"
Chase slowly drifted to sit on the couch, and Ripper followed, so Zee followed. Zee and Chase sat next to eachother.
"I don't know man, maybe it'll go slow, and take it's time like the waves of the-"
"Or it could happen within the next thirteen minutes?"
Chase winked at them. Zee just nodded.
"Maybe man."
Zee's attention was caught by Ripper, holding up a cue card that read 'act gay'. Zee thought for a second before they finally felt like they understood.
"Oh, yeah."
Zee just sat still.
...
"What's going on? Is it working? Wink wink???"
"Yeah man, I'm feeling soooo gay right now."
Zee just thought gay people would also sit the way they did right now. Ripper face palmed, and held up another cue card. 'put on the makeup'. Zee made a noise of acknowledgment before playing into it.
"Y'know, I think I should put on some makeup, man."
Chase plays it up.
"WHATTT???? NO WAYYY, I THINK ZEE'S TURNING GAY, GUYS... NOOO WAY..."
Chase fake gasped, and Zee was discreetly directed to the bathroom by Ripper behind the camera. Once there, Zee just got to work on their face, and Chase just acted like it was the most horrible and horrific thing he'd ever seen. Zee wasn't really paying attention to anything Chase was saying, they were in their own little world. They didn't have alot of options when it came to the selection of makeup Chase had picked, but they thought they could make a look that would work.
Once they were finished, it actually looked pretty good. They'd seen alot of those videos on YouTube where people just get high and do their makeup and talk, so they were practically an expert. When Zee finally turned away from the mirror, and Chase turned to face them as well, Chase had planned to make a comically horrified scream... but he couldn't... Zee looked amazing...
"Uhhh... wow..."
Chase stared in awe at the detail and carefulness put into every aspect of their face.
"Awe, thanks man. I worked really hard on it... that means alot to me dude.."
Chase and Zee slowly got closer to one another, before there was a quiet cough from behind the camera. Chase shook himself awake from his tranced state, and got back into character. They could just cut that out of the video later.
"Oh my God, guys! Zee literally has makeup on! Oh no, I think the potion is working!"
"Sure dude."
Zee complied. Ripper put up another cue card. 'popsicle'. Zee nods, and makes their way to the kitchen with Chase and Ripper following close behind.
"Oh my gosh! No way! Zee, where are you going!?"
"I'm gonna get a popsicle man."
"Oh no... what are you gonna do with that popsicle!?"
Zee opened the freezer, and grabbed a blue popsicle.
"I'm gonna eat it."
Zee smiled as they unwrapped the popsicle, and bit into it. Chase was a bit startled, and Ripper face palmed.
"No, don't eat it! Suck it!"
Chase and Ripper couldn't hold back their giggles at the sentence. Zee shrugged and started to do as they asked as everyone made their way back to the couch. Chase started to play it up again.
"Oh my God broooo... what are you doing!?"
"I'm just eating this popsicle man. It's good."
'act gayER' Ripper cued from behind the camera. Zee didn't really know what that meant.
'pretend you're sucking dick'. Zee doesn't know how to do that... oh well, they'll just have to wing it.
Zee began to shove the entire popsicle down their throat, and they gagged a bit as it sort of melted and fell down their esophagus. They didn't wanna choke. Chase was a little surprised, since it looked kinda dangerous what they were doing with the popsicle.
"Haha... oh my gosh, no wayyy dude... yo, they're actually gay!!"
Chase tried not to sound nervous as Zee began to actually choke on the popsicle. They spit it out across the room in desperation for air, and gave Chase a silent nudge to let him know they'd clean it later. Ripper flashed another cue card signifying the bit was over. 'pin him against the wall'. Zee raised an eyebrow, and looked over to Chase for some form of consent. Chase discreetly nodded as he kept spewing the same five words into the camera. 'gay', 'bro', 'dude', and 'no way' is all Zee heard as they tried to decipher a script for a situation that would lead to them pinning Chase to the wall.
Woah... I just idea'd again...
Zee thought before they set their plan into motion.
"Put your hands up! We've got uhhhh... a SWAT team outside!"
Zee claimed with a smile, standing up to point finger guns at a confused Chase.
"What-?"
"I said hands up man!"
Chase frightfully put his hands up, with fear visible in his eyes. Zee dropped their left finger gun, and grabbed Chase by the shoulder. They picked him up and guided him toward the wall, still pointing their right finger gun at him for intimidation. Zee pushed Chase's face into the wall, and and held him in place by the shoulders.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
"No, Zee! That's not what you're supposed to do!"
Ripper called from behind the camera.
"Don't arrest him! Make out with him!"
"Ohhhhh.."
Zee flipped Chase over, and placed their hand above Chase's head on the wall. Now both of their gun's were gone. Both hands above Chase's head. Chase absorbed the moment, and looked up at Zee, who was strangley pretty with the makeup still on. There was a part of Chase, his heart, that wanted to just let this happen. Zee couldn't help but notice the abnormal red hue on Chase's face. It seemed natural, they felt their own face be met with this same redness. They didn't understand why. But as Zee was slowly leaning down, Chase's brain quickly put a stop to this.
"W-Wait! No! That's not what we're doing either!"
Zee immediately took two steps back, not wanting to over step Chase's boundaries. They were just going with the flow.
"We're cutting this out later, Ripper."
Ripper gave a thumbs up, and backed the camera away a few paces.
"You have to just start... I guess, flirting with me while we're on the couch. And then, I have to run away, but you catch me! And then you pin me against the wall."
Zee thought for a second, questioning Chase's command.
"Hmm... but, isn't that like... weird? It doesn't sound like you're giving me consent in this scenario, man."
Zee took another quick rip off the pod, and Chase watched as the smoke dripped down their neck, and floated all over their face. It smelled good.
"Well, yeah, I'm not supposed to give you consent."
"That sounds like the role play of a mentally ill sexual assault survivor. Are you ok man? I'm open ears, you can talk to me, I'm always here for you."
Zee placed a hand of support on Chase's shoulder. Stunned, Chase stumbled and fumbled like a buffoon over his response.
"W-What!? I-I-I don't-! That's not-! You-! No-!, No! That's not what's happening! It's gay, not that!"
"But Raj and Bowie weren't like this?"
Zee asked confused, Chase sighed and sat back down on the couch.
"Well not all gay people are the same, Zee."
"Then how are we supposed to accurately represent them if no two of them are the same?"
"Because-..."
Chase was stumped.
"Well there are certain parts that are the same, like makeup, and popsicles, and this! Just forget about Raj and Bowie. It's only for the video."
Chase leaned back, and Zee came back to sit next to him to redo the scene.
"Alright... three... two... one.."
Ripper called from the camera. Zee took that as their cue to start flirting as Chase had asked earlier.
"Hey man... if you were a fruit, you'd be a fine apple.."
Chase was about to make a comment to the camera about how gay it was, but instead he flushed.
"W-What?"
"If kisses were snowflakes, I'd send you a blizzard, man."
Zee did a little wink, and Chase felt broken. His brain fried as he turned a bright red. The urge to lay on his stomach and kick his feet like a school girl was following him closely.
"You... you... you..."
"Did your license get suspended after driving me crazy?"
"My-... My license..?"
"Aren't you tired of running through my mind all day?"
"You-"
"Let me tie your shoes, cus I don't want you falling for anyone else, bro..."
"Sh-Shoes!?"
Chase's flush was ignorant to the fact that Ripper was watching, and this was all scripted. Zee was on a roll with these pick up lines though, points to them.
"Do you fish? Because you have me hooked..."
Ripper held up the cue card, getting sick of watching Zee flirt. 'pin him against the wall'. Zee slowly started to crawl towards the practically dizzy, swooning Chase.
"Are you a boy scout? Because you tie my heart in knots..."
"I'm not a boy scout..."
Chase was wearing a goofy smile with his blush as he slowly adjusting to the advances. It all felt so real, that he forgot about the cameras, he forgot about the script, he forgot about the video, and he forgot that he was supposed to say no. He didn't wanna say no as Zee slowly climbed over him.
"Have you seen a doctor lately? Cus I think you're lacking some vitamin me.."
"I am..."
"Are y-"
"Oh my god!"
Ripper wailed, and smacked himself in the face, dragging the hand down dramatically.
"Am I filming a three AM challenge or a porno!? Just get on with the skit!!"
Chase was immediately pulled back down from his high, and cleared his throat.
"Uhm! Right!"
Chase adjusted himself on the couch, so he could take off as planned.
"Oh my God, Zee! No! Get off me! I'm not gay!"
Chase slipped from underneath them, and dashed towards the stairs. 'chase him, haha, get it? Chase wrote this card >_•'
Zee quickly got up, and started to chase Chase up the stairs, with Ripper filming from behind them. Chase kept saying how he wanted Zee to stop, and leave him alone. And they would, but then they would be urged to continue by Ripper, it was so confusing, but they just tried to keep going along with it.
When they arrived at the empty guest room, Chase fake trips over a wire, and lands on the floor. He turns over to face Zee, and slowly scoots back on his behind like a victim in a slasher film. 'climb on top of him'. Zee reluctantly did as they were told, feeling that this would be a little too graphic for Chase's mainly child audience. Chase remembered scripting this, and how it played out exactly in his head. It was near identical in real life.
Zee looked much more into it in the dream, but that didn't really stick out. Because they still looked sort of into it in real life. Chase slowly stopped scooting back, and looked up into Zee's eyes. They were half lidded as always, and staring down at him, piercing him like daggers to the chest. He felt his heart basically convulse as Zee got closer, and closer. So close that he could smell them. You can guess what they smell like, it's not a hard game.
Chase almost found himself lifting his hands off the ground to touch Zee, but they were glued to the floor in shock that this was actually happening. Zee got closer, and even closer until the only way to get any space between them was for Chase to lay on his back underneath Zee. Zee felt their heart pounding out of their chest, for some reason they couldn't explain. A heat flooded their face, presumably assuming a color no different than Chase's hoodie.
There was something different about Chase now. He seemed more... they didn't know how to put it... alluring? He seemed very much so, if Zee remembered the definition correctly. Zee had remembered moments where they'd seen this exact side of Chase. Moments like in the kitchen, or on Total Drama...
Zee remembered one specific moment on Total Drama, when Zee literally had to grope Chase or they would both literally die. The feeling of touching Chase with their own hands was something not easily forgotten. As unpleasant as it was in the moment, they remembered it fondly.
Zee's hair in a ponytail drifted, and fell next to Chase, catching his attention. Chase slowly moved a hand to grasp it, and he twirled it in his fingers. Zee didn't even feel any tugs on their strands of hair, but it felt so nice for Chase to run his hands through their hair like that. Such a gentle, and patient touch. Unlike how Chase usually was. But somehow, Zee didn't find it hard to connect the feeling with the Chase they knew and had grown to love.
Love?
Love?
They questioned, as Chase stopped struggling and completely melted into the floor, and Zee's hair. Zee questioned more.
Love?
Is that what this is?
This feeling...
Man... this is wild, I can't believe this...
An unreal magnetic pull started pulling Zee down further, and neither Chase nor Zee could resist the force. Chase felt himself start to sweat as he accepted something he'd unknowingly anticipated this whole time. This felt so good, but he knew this was wrong. He isn't gay, this isn't supposed to feel so right...
'right'...
That was the word Raj used...
But it's fine. This is supposed to get out all of his gay feelings, this is them coming out. It's almost over. Chase is almost done being gay. He can get through this. Both of their half lidded sets of eyes slowly drifted further shut, and the air between them slowly squeezed into nothing as they felt their mouths-
"Hey! Over here queers!"
Ripper broke them from their trance. Chase and Zee immediately pulled back, and stared dead into the camera. They had completely forgotten it was even there. It seemed whenever they got close like this, everything felt like it disappeared, they were the only thing that mattered. Zee caught a glance at the final cue card.
'stop being gay'.
Zee quickly leaped off of Chase, and sat back infront of him. Chase sat back up, now they were both in mirroring poses.
"Uh... you... uh..."
Chase tried to come up with something straight to say, to divert the attention from his previous gay exertion. He found his mouth dry, and empty.
"That was gay dude, crazy..."
Zee said, trying to finish it off. They kinda didn't wanna do this anymore. They didn't wanna be in front of the camera, they just wanted to be with Chase.
They just wanted Chase.
And Chase just wanted them.
A sigh was heard from behind the camera.
"This was a bad idea, Chase. You're gonna need another red pill after this one. I think you actually turned gay there for a second. You too, Zee."
Zee slowly sat up with a look of disappointment on their face. Chase couldn't help but notice, being similarly disposed. But it felt surprisingly good. The disappointment on both ends. The disappointment meant that Zee was also probably struggling with these gay feelings.
Ripper cut the cameras, with an annoyed look on his face.
"We'll film an outro later dudes. You guys need a break to... sort things out or whatever... I'll be editing the footage we already have."
Ripper rolled his eyes, and made his way to Chase's special editing room. He shut the door behind him, leaving Zee and Chase to their own devices.
"I-..."
Chase stuck a hand out, feeling he had prepared to say something, but nothing came out. Zee averted their eyes for only a second before looking back at Chase. Zee was so worried, and that was bad. They've never been worried before, or they haven't since they were below the legal smoking age. Zee hated feeling worried. They just wanted to get it all out. The anxiety clouded and boiled, eating away at them. It's been like this forever, ever since Zee was young. Always so anxious and nervous and scared.
But there was something that made all the fear go away.
As they stared at Chase, they quickly snatched their pod from their pocket and took a concerningly large rip, causing them to cough out the smoke everywhere. They did that again, and again. Chase could only watch in pity as they did that again and again until suddenly, Zee felt fine again. They sighed a sigh of relief, feeling like their old self again. Their happy self.
But they were so much happier around Chase.
Zee went to grab the pod again, but they were stopped by a dark, crisp and well kept hand.
"S-Stop that! You'll make yourself sick! Why are you doing that!?"
In Zee's distraction, Chase had crawled over, and grabbed their wrist to hold it in place. Zee shamefully dropped the pod onto the carpeted floors, and looked up at Chase. Chase just wanted to kiss them. He wanted to kiss them so bad, so unbelievably bad. But he didn't understand. It was just too complicated. He wasn't gay, but... Zee...
Zee...
"Zee..."
Chase swallowed. He tried for just a little while longer, fighting his up hill battle to convince himself he wasn't gay. But all the bloodshed was for nothing as he crumbled down for Zee, it seemed so futile in the end.
"Zee..."
Zee looks into Chase's eyes filled with shame, Chase makes the bold choice of reaching to snatch Zee's second wrist. Chase breathed his final breath of denial before he finally admitted what he's been wanting to say for so, so, so long.
"Zee... I... I really like you, dude! I can't hold back anymore! Ever since Total Drama I've been crazy about you, and I'm sorry I tried to use you to get rid of these feelings, I'm sorry!"
Zee's eyes widened. Apologies were so out of character for Chase, they almost couldn't take him serious. But there were no cameras, no microphones, no one to hear but Zee. Just Zee. They couldn't help but believe it was real. And surprisingly, it was. Zee was usually too trusting for their own good, but it seemed to work in their favor today.
But the apology aside;
"You... you like me, dude?"
Zee felt their wrists be clutched just a squeeze tighter, and Chase wailed.
"Like you!? I love you, man! I love you..."
Chase looked at them like a sick puppy, and brought their hands to cover his teary face.
"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou..."
He whimpered into Zee's palms. Zee looked at him with a flutter in their heart. They were now sure of themself as well.
"I... I think I love you too bro..."
Chase brought their palms away from his face, revealing Chase to be increasingly flustered. He leaned closer, and closer. Zee didn't evade, they didn't want to.
"I don't wanna be your bro..."
Chase's breath smelled of toothpaste. Zee's was the same as always, and then finally, came the moment Chase had been waiting for, for a long time.
Their lips slowly, any softly clashed against one another. Both felt so gentle, and light. The textures were something they both had never felt before. Chase's grip on Zee's wrists loosened as their hands slipped up Chase's jaw, to hold him in that place. For once, Zee felt... so... so...
So calm. They didn't even have to kill any brain cells, they just had to kiss Chase. Kissing Chase was much nicer than expected. Chase slowly slipped his hands down Zee's wrist, and slid up their arm, and to their jawline to reciprocate the attention he'd been receiving. They cupped eachother's faces in a way Chase could only describe as 'better than Emma, way better.'. Chase drifted his hands down Zee's neck, and to their shoulders. The grip strengthened a little as Chase only crawled closer to them.
And then once it was sadly, all over, Chase slowly pulled his face from Zee's beauty. He used his sleeve to wipe some of the makeup off of their face. Zee was still in a bit of shock, and didn't seem to have a reaction. Stunned, they replied:
"You... kissed me..."
"Yeah... I don't wanna be your bro anymore... I want more... I want you, Zee... is that ok..?"
Zee couldn't imagine saying no after a kiss like that. They tilted his head down, to gently reassure him.
"Even better than ok, man..."
The nicknames were an unconscious habit of their's, but it somehow didn't ruin it at all for Chase. They had stars in both of their eyes, as Chase collapsed onto Zee's shoulders in a hug. They were a bit stunned at first, but then followed by wrapping their hands around his waist. They pulled him closer as Chase buried his face in the crook of their neck.
"You always smell like weed..."
"Sorry, dude..."
"No... it's fine... it smells like you..."