Growing up as a smart person surrounded by a bunch of idiotic dudes as your siblings isn't easy. Especially when they're all idiots falling all over themselves trying to impress a crowd of Isle girls who genuinely couldn't care less.
     "Gil!! Stop!" You hiss at him through your teeth.
     "What?" He says, his mouth suddenly full of eggs.
     "Where did those even come from!?"
     "These?" He holds up his eggs and you sigh.
     "Yes. Those." He shrugs and you give up. You're just glad Gil has stopped attempting to make the girls like him. He doesn't really like the girls anyway, but our dad is prouder of him when people, specifically girls fawn over him. At least, that's what Gil told you. You two are the younger ones, and you're the baby. You two are really close and you both don't really like your older siblings, but Gil strives for your dad's approval, while you really couldn't care less what Gaston thinks. You sigh, annoyed at the fact your older twin brothers are still attempting to impress the unsuspecting Isle girls.
     "Gaston!" They both look up from what they're doing, which is...you don't even want to say.
     "I need another arm guard, this one is worn out. Could you run upstairs and find one for me?" You say with a tight smile. They listen though, because to live here you had to learn how to get all of them to follow your commands like dogs. You gesture to the girls.
     "Shoo! Go! Run before they come back!" They turn to you, eyes wide like deer in headlights.
     "Did I stutter?" You repeat through gritted teeth.
     "I said, get out!" They scatter, tripping over themselves to leave the crossroads. You sigh and run a hand through your hair.
     "C'mon, Gil. Let's beat it. Chip shop?" He swallows down another yolk.
     "Yup." 

     You walk through the streets of the Isle, Gil trotting along a few paces behind like a golden retriever. You check frequently to make sure he is still behind you. He always is, even though he keeps stopping to look at shiny things and wave to people he knows. You arrive to the chip shop and you push the doors open dramatically. Hook swoops in as always, taking your hand and guiding you through the shop to hop over the counter in the back. Gil follows a step behind, and reaches for a fry before his hand is slapped away by Uma.
     "So, Hook, what brings you to the chip shop this awfully dreary afternoon?"
     "Well, I sort of thought you would be around at some point." He smiles maniacally, his eyes mad and dancing. "And, of course, it can't be all that dreary since you're here."
     "Aww hooky. You found my dad's box of horrible pick up lines!" You smirk and hop up onto the counter. He cocks an eyebrow.
     "Was that a quip or does your dad actually have a box of pick up lines?" You snort and toss your hair out of your eyes dramatically.
     "You'll never know, Hook." You hop down from the counter and swipe a french fry off a random pirate's tray.
     "Hey! I was eating that!!" The pirate stands up and growls.
     "But you're so gorgeous, I might give you a pass." He says, and he moves to stand closer to you.
     "Don't touch me." You hiss out. He reaches out and quickly you put your dagger up to his throat.
     "Those of us whose parent's are known" You gesture to yourself. "We make the rules, all right? I'm a descendant of Gaston, and you mess with me, you know you mess with him." Hook swoops over, wrapping his arm around your waist, waving his hook in the other pirate's face.
     "And if you try anything on her, you know son of Cap'n Hook," He gestures to himself. "Will be ready to hook you...and that means Cap'n Hook and Harriet Hook would be just as willing to throw you to the crocodiles!" He ends with maniacal giggles and you tilt your head towards him. The pirate gulps, slams some dollars down, and runs out, forgetting to grab his sword.
     "I didn't need your help." You say with a smirk, but you knew the other pirate would've tried something more even with your blade to his neck if Harry hadn't come over.
     "Oh, sure. And that guy didn't just run away from here, scared out of his wits." You smile and laugh.
     "He sure did. But are you sure that wasn't me?"
     "You're too cute."
     "Aw, stop it, Hook." You smile, and realize it's a real smile. This is new. This is weird. You've always loved to coming to the chip shop, which is strange considering the dump you're standing in right now. You realize with a start, it's because of Harry.
     "I-I have to go."
     "See you later, (y/n)."
     "Bye, hooky."

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     You walk into the chip shop, terrified of what you are about to do. And you're not scared of anything. Gil looks up when you step over the counter.
     "Oh, hey, (y/n)."
     "Hey, Gil."
     "You look scared, are you okay? Did you have a nightmare? Cause whenever I have nightmares I get real scared like that too, do you want a night light? I can find-"
     "Gil, that's really sweet, but I need you to shut up." He swallows down another yolk and nods.
     "Okay."
     "Hey, do you know where Harry is?"
     "He's, uh, I think he's at the ship." You thump him on his back and he just about chokes.
     "Thanks, Gil." He wipes his face with the back of his hand.
     "You're welcome!"  

     You head down to the docks, and see Harry sword fighting with Uma, panting hard with his coat flying behind him. He's agile, and has a slight advantage with the usage of his hook. Even so, Uma and Harry are neck in neck, and there's no sure winner at any given time.
     "Hey!!" You yell to the pair. You swing your legs over the edge of the ship.
     "Hello, (y/n). Haven't seen you in a while." His expression is cold, but there's the slightest bit of hurt in his eyes.
     "I'm sorry hooky, I've been thinking..." He doesn't say anything and leans up against the wall of the ship.
     "Go on."
     "I know we don't date on the isle or anything...but...would you want to try something like it?" He smirks.
     "Are you asking me out? You're not as bad as your dad at it." He giggles, and you huff, expressing your annoyance.
     "Maybe? Yes! Yes, I'm asking you out. What do you say, hooky?" He takes your hand, and hops over the edge of the ship.
     "Yes, (y/n). So, first date. Wreak havoc in the Tremaine's hair shop?" You swing your legs over to meet him and whisper in his ear.
     "I say bring it on, pirate boy."