Money Doesn't Grow on Trees made me want to write more about Wasabi's past, in short, I love this man and he must be protected. I've also had this GoGo meets his family idea for a while, so here we are.

Multi-chaptered.

This is a 2020 update since I've rapidly extended my ideas about Wasabi, now also known as Wesley "Wes" Payton Ginger, and GoGo, and their families. The same premise survives but things will be slightly different. When We Were Younger has even more about Wesley and his family, so check it out if you haven't.

The squeaking wheel on his cart was driving him insane. He just wanted to fix it, but he was pretending that it wasn't getting on his nerves.

"Let me get another cart," GoGo suggested, watching him slowly lose it.

"It's fine," Wasabi insisted, carefully selecting his groceries.

"I will be there and back before you pick a jar of pasta sauce." That sounded like a bet, and he almost rose to accept it. But what kind of person was he if he couldn't survive a squeaking wheel? It wasn't like it was all he could focus on, he was fine.

"Please? You won't let me grab anything on your list because it has to be perfect. So please let me get you a better cart?"

"Okay. But I'll have picked out a pasta sauce before you get back."

"I'm sure you will," She wasn't mocking him. She wouldn't do that.

He went back to the task at hand, deliberating between the options. What he was in the mood for, what would be the easiest to clean off of his pans, which one had an acceptable ingredients list, how many people he anticipated serving with this pasta, what dish he was making. He rushed his pros and cons list a little bit, to prove GoGo wrong, and had selected both the sauce and the type of pasta when he heard someone approach. The footsteps were a little louder than GoGo's but he still assumed it was her, or some other random shopper. He didn't look away from his choices, feeling pretty smug about his sped up decision-making process, and trying his best not to have second thoughts about it. And then he was addressed by name, sort of.

"Hey, Freak." Wasabi immediately flinched, then he remembered that Freak was just what his brother called him, short for Neat Freak, and he relaxed. Then he looked up to see his brothers and he flinched again, the pasta sauce jar leaping from his hands and dying a messy death on the floor. Wasabi yelped and tried to start cleaning it before an employee rushed over and told him to be careful of the broken glass. He'd already cut his hand a little, and his pants were splattered with tomato sauce. In shame, he stepped back and started spewing apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I'll pay for it, I'll pay double, I'm so so sorry."

"It's okay, sir, these things happen all the time, just try to be careful. Let us take care of it." That drove Wasabi crazy too. There was a mess and he wanted to fix it. It was his fault and he couldn't fix it. He wasn't allowed to fix it. He couldn't stop looking at it until his brother started talking again.

"Still messing things up, huh, Wesley?" His older brother teased, nudging him playfully and causing him to cringe.

"Yeah, Damon." He was so stressed out, his hands were shaking.

"You startled him, he wouldn't have dropped the pasta sauce otherwise," Gogo said appearing next to him with a new cart, putting a new jar of the same type of pasta sauce in the cart and taking the pasta box from Wasabi's shaking hands.

"Ah well. I'm Damon, this is Khary, what are you doing with this Freak?"

"I don't really appreciate you calling my boyfriend a freak."

"It's okay, GoGo, they're my brothers…"

"I know, it's pretty obvious, I mean I've seen them before. That doesn't mean they get to insult you." Wasabi was surprised, appreciative, yet apprehensive of GoGo's defense. He just wanted to go home and clean the blood and tomato sauce off his outfit. He was freaking out, he felt sick to his stomach and GoGo could tell.

"It's just a nickname, sweetheart," Damon said, once again commandeering the conversation, exerting his older brother energy per usual. Khary was usually much quieter, probably because Damon was so... Extra. But Khary wasn't without his own flaws. He just kept it quiet, taking after Wasabi just a little bit more in his readiness to push emotions down. Khary's eyes glanced down to Wasabi's shaking hands, and the teensiest edge of a smirk, or maybe a frown, lined his younger features, for just a second. Khary was nearly impossible to read. Then the maybe smirk disappeared and he shoved his hands in his pockets. Wasabi couldn't calm his hands from shaking, so he just tried to hide them. GoGo took the list and tried to rush through it, wanting to get back to his place before Wasabi shut down. She was scowling at the sweetheart comment, rubbed the wrong way.

"Nicknames don't have to be condescending, sweetheart. Wes goes by Wasabi now." Damon chuckled.

"Is that right, Neat Freak? You go by Wasabi now?"

"Yes." Wasabi kept his eyes on GoGo, not even protesting her chosen purchases because that was the least important thing going on right now.

"I like it. It's quirky," Damon complimented, though Wasabi never knew if he was sincere or not.

"Wasabi," Khary tested the name on his tongue, speaking up for the first time since the interaction began. Wasabi nodded. The tomato sauce was soaking into his clothes, and his sliced hand was hidden, bleeding, in his sleeve.

"Listen, Wasabi, you should come over for dinner tomorrow night. I'm back in town for the week and mom's cooking. It'll be great to have everyone together. She talks like you never go home." Wasabi's face was burning. It was so weird to hear his older brother use his nickname.

"Uh, sure…" He reluctantly agreed, as GoGo sped up checking things off the grocery list and they awkwardly wandered down the aisles together.

"You can come too, sweetheart."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," GoGo promised bitterly, pushing the cart towards check out. Wasabi needed to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

"Don't be a stranger, Wesley," Damon called, as they headed out, but they didn't look back.

Wasabi was ready to pass out from that high-key stressful situation, or maybe from losing blood, though he hid his hand and pretended he wasn't injured.

"I'll pay you back." She'd done a shopping speed run and that had included paying for his stuff.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure I'll eat half of this food, we practically live together and I definitely didn't get the right brands," she joked, trying to make him feel better. He laughed but there was no joy behind his laughter. He just wanted to get home, maybe start a pot of coffee. They headed toward his car, but they weren't done running into people today. This was a little better than the earlier run-in. But just a little bit better.

"Hey, guys." Hiro was running errands for his aunt, Baymax tagging along. Baymax looked Wasabi over.

"There is an untreated laceration on Wasabi's right hand." Hiro jumped back in surprise and GoGo grabbed his hand, pulling up the sleeve.

"Dude, what happened?" Hiro asked.

"I broke a jar of pasta sauce and cut myself a little cleaning it up."

"Why didn't you say something?" GoGo asked, but didn't press him for long. Baymax disinfected and bandaged the cut, and GoGo gave Hiro the quick version of what happened. Wasabi wasn't paying attention though. Wasabi was stuck in his head, dreading dinner tomorrow night.

For those wondering where I got the names of the brothers I made up for Wasabi, Damon Wayans Jr. played film Wasabi, and Khary Payton is television Wasabi, so I wanted to appreciate them. That's also where I got "Wesley's" middle name. Wesley was a name I just came up with on my own though because I wanted it to sound a little like his nickname and I also like the nickname, Wes.