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It’s a little funny how things turn out.
Like, it seemed his bandmates at home were always talking about fate, possibly incorporating it into one of their songs. Blitz just didn’t get it. For him, fate was just something in rom-coms or fairy tales. Stuff he didn’t particularly care about. They were boring and corny.
But the second he stepped off that plane, and laid his eyes on the muscular, tanned guy with all the luggage that towered behind him, he could have sworn his friends weren’t messing around. What was that feeling in his chest, the screaming of his heart in his ribcage—the twisting and wringing of his stomach…
Was this stupid concept real?
Whatever that feeling was, it held up everyone else in that line.
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Blitz and his band had traveled all the way to this one specific airport to get to that place. His friends would be staying in the area for a few days before heading back to Washington. That meant two plane rides back to back for the poor singer…
“Here! Take my lucky Blink rabbit!”
“Oh, OH! And a tube of the best eyeliner EVER! You’d rock it-!”
“HAVE MY DENIM VEST DUDE!! YOU’VE BEGGED FOR IT!!!”
A band of punks outside the entrance of an airport isn't something you necessarily see all the time. A band of punks outside the entrance of an airport giving away their most prized possessions to a friend is even rarer than that. Wow.
As Blitz was getting overwhelmed with gifts and lucky chotchkies, he started getting ideas about where he was even going. When he signed up it promised an island, one in the middle of nowhere…and the chance at a good chunk of money…a chunk so large it’d buy all new equipment and instruments…
“OKAY! NOW GET INSIDE DUDE OR YOU’LL BE LATE!!”
His drummer ushered him in, all of the bandmates waving goodbye and cheering for him. He was getting second thoughts but, let's just say, he was really…in too deep!
HAH! There’s a few of those in here. Just a fair warning.
Alright, so the punk went through security, grabbed a coffee from a nearby café, then relaxed at his gate for a little while. Beside him sat a petite woman in an orange uniform, one made with some rather uncomfortable looking material. He could just tell it was itchy and probably made of nylon.
While being as nice as possible, he elbowed the woman and caused her to flinch. Whoops.
“D’you…mind? Can a girl get some decent rest around here..?”
“...in an airport, surrounded by a shit load of people? And not to mention that outfit. Are you not irritated or at the very least sweaty?”
“mmmi’m used to it…” She was dozing off again.
“Oh, yeah. I get it. Um, just- one more thing,” Blitz completely forgot what he was gonna say…c’mon, think!
“...yuh.?”
“‘re you on…Exotic whatever? Jeez, I already forgot the name.” The small woman next to him rubbed her eyes, put on her glasses, then looked up and smiled.
“Mhm. I’d like to be in anything but this uniform right now…don't wanna let my job define me as a person…but my bitchy boss insisted on me wearing this the whole. Stinkin’. Time...for advertising value. You’re right, it’s so itchy.”
“‘M no stranger to discomfort, y’know, you kinda gotta be desensitized to it as a rocker n…stuff…”
“That’s neat. Oh, I’m Pamela Paquette, sorry for not introducing myself sooner,”
“Blitz. Or…Hugo Bauer, if you ask my parents,” Bauer shook Pamela’s hand before taking off the spiked jacket he wore and stuffing it in his bag. He hadn’t even gotten on the actual island yet, but here he was making a friend. Potentially, later on, an ally.
Just then, their flight was boarding. Finally, he thought.
Loading, surprisingly, wasn’t all that slow. People (other contestants), lined up at the entrance, scanning their tickets then heading down the narrow path leading to the plane. He found a nice seat next to Pamela, letting her sleep this time, as he listened to music through a pair of headphones.
Aaaand that’s how he got caught up by this random dude’s beautiful chocolatey brown eyes, not letting anyone else go through.
“YOU’RE LIKE, HOLDING UP THE LINE, YOU FREAK!” a whiny voice came somewhere from the back, which startled the daydreamer and caused him to lose his balance and fall back-first on the sand below. Ouch.
Pam ran up to Blitz and helped him up, while the guy behind him simply passed by and smiled. Some girl a few spots back in line, one with black hair and a yellow sweater vest, gave him a dirty look. Probably the whiny girl from a few moments ago.
“Was it the guy? Was it his eyes?”
“...if i said yes would you judge me..?”
“Ah, no! Not at all! I don’t see the appeal in romance, just don’t like people that way but…you do you, man!”
The punk sighed as he dusted himself off then grabbed his stuff. With that hottie on the island, this just became 20 times harder.
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Two weeks in. Was this competition more than Blitz bargained for yet? Absolutely.
(another smart music quip, am I good or what?)
So far, four people had been voted off. Granted, they weren’t people he knew very well, but it was still crushing they wouldn’t have the chance at a million bucks.
The only thing Bauer could do with the gorgeous dude, who’s name turned out to be Kaison, was stare from afar. He ogled behind shrubs whenever he’d go on swims or for runs along the shore, which was weird but it was better than getting shunned and probably rejected. He definitely could do more, considering they were on the same team…
…and roommates…
but he was scared! Kaison never bothered to interact with him outside of a group setting, so why should he have to, right? He’ll just wait for Kai to come to him. That’d be the safest option.
At the current moment, he was with Ean and Budley, two others sharing this room, as well as members of an alliance with Pamela. They were talking about the competition, what they would do with the prize money, and life back at home. Blitz sings in a band, Ean is a straight-A valedictorian, while Bud kinda just…showed up one day. How awesome!
Things got a lot more interesting when Kai came back from a run. He wiped something off his forehead with the (now soaked) collar of his hooded tank-top, peeled it off his soaking wet torso, then flopped down on his teammates' bed, coincidently Blitz’s.
“Um…hi?” He awkwardly smiled at the man on his bed, and he smiled back.
“Haah…hey dude…how’s it goin’?”
He felt his face burn up. Completely pink, like he was just embarrassed in public. Just play it cool, you got this-
“Oh, you know just…talkin’ bout life n’ thinkin’ about youuuuoh i just said that.”
Not cool. Way to go, loverboy.
The jock was super confused. “Whaha? whaat?”
“Nothin’.”
“Oh, cool. That's cool, dude…”
He fell asleep. Right there on the spot.
“Really? You’re all sweaty! That’s gonna get in your skin!”
“Shut up Ean…yyou know I shower at the gymmm…zzz…”
Ean scoffed but then realized Kai was right…he’s known him for years, he always showers directly after workouts…not important but now, this meant Blitz would have to share a bed with his crush. Shit.
It’s now or never, he thought.
He (somehow) pulled the sheets from under Kaison, then draped the comforter over both of them. Ean and Bud decided to sleep in the room on the other side of the jack-and-jill bathroom, where Ean and Kai usually slept. This meant they were all alone now.
He decided to peel off that embarrassing band-aid.
“...you’re probably not gonna hear this. which is a good thing. probably,”
He paused his whispering, thinking of what to say before continuing.
“the truth is—you’re smokin’ hot, dude. i…when i first saw you on that plane when we got here…i was just…in awe. you made me hold up that line, man. my gut was being wrung out like a washcloth or something and my heart was racing like the daytona…i…i love you. i really think i do.”
…
…
“gosh, thank the lord you’re asleep. i’m just speaking out loud at this poin-”
“i love you too.”
…
…
“...w-whuh..?!”
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, his lips were being pressed into the best kiss of his life. His spiky hair was being gripped and caressed by a huge hand, and- was that tongue action?! He’d never kissed someone with tongue before…How the hell was he so good at it?
When they pulled away panting, they looked at each other in the dark. It was warm. Really warm.
“some random voice from these bushes told me you were watchin’ and…i ah…i’m not mad…i’m kinda honored i got fans…”
“w-well…why didn’ you call me out?”
“...likin’ dudes is a little embarrassing, i get it. you thought i was gunna reject you, eh?”
Embarrassing, although true…
“...yeah.”
Kaison laughed a little. “there’s nothin’ t’be scared of, bein’ gay is normal. i’ve never been into girls either even though my mom’s been nagging me since high school to get a girlfriend. never had one.”
“...me neither. though my parents know i’m gay. she’s known for a while.”
“lucky. my mom’d kill me.”
Blitz yawned, then cuddled up with his…new…friend with benefits? He wasn’t sure where him and Kai stood, but it was definitely more than that usually good friend status.
So, yeah, I guess you could say fate does exist!