Okay, so I've seen these commercials only a mere hundred times. And usually, when a song gets stuck in my head, I end up with all these ideas for just about everything I just have to write down. Among those ideas, was this drabble idea for these two lovelies.

Short, sweet. Anyone up for some Lindsay/Cody? Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own TDI, these characters, and especially not this really good song. Thanks.


Now, every Sunday when Cody set off on his weekly paper route, he always safely tucked his dancing shoes into his pack, just incase. It was silly, but it had become his routine. In fact, he'd gotten used to just leaving them there, in his pack, just waiting to be taken out then put to action for that one time a week.

Now, every Sunday when Lindsay did her vacuuming around the mansion, she always left the TV on in each of the fifteen large rooms, occassionally glancing from the corners of her eyes for her favorite Telus commercials. If she was lucky, they came on at least six times within the two hours she worked, surprisingly diligent as she was. God. She loved them. The commercials. The song featured in the commercials. It made her want to get up and dance. ... or wait, drop the vacuum and dance.

He always delivered to her place last. In between the second last delivery and hers he quickly ran home to fix up, just incase she noticed the rather noticeable quantities of sweat on his forehead. He finished a bottle of Gatorade in a single gulp. He put on his dancing shoes.

She had this gut feeling everytime the commercial was about to come on, always. She'd hear the 'You're the sugar, I'm the spice' in her head, then the same line blaring from the TV speakers seconds after. She quickly switched off the vacuum. She gazed outside, the corners of lips turning slightly as she saw the local paperboy riding down the sidewalk, parking by her driveway. Wearing his dancing shoes.

"Come on, Cody!" He felt himself being dragged into the house, yet he also felt like he was floating.

They made it in for the last four bars of the song. She sang along as they danced.

"So, are you up for next Sunday?" Lindsay asked him at the doorway, while he hopped onto his bike two hours later. He ended up staying for longer than they'd both expected, as they decided to wait for three more commercials.

He smiled. "I'll get my dancing shoes ready."

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You're the sugar, I'm the spice

Yeah we fit, we fit real nice

You're the singer, I'm the song

A side B side, we get along

Everyone keeps trying but they can't tear us apart

Yeah well they all know that you got me from the start, yeah


Uhm, hope this kept you entertained for the last three minutes. :)