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Well, here it is… my first flash fic/drabble for anyone who gives a damn. In an attempt to get back into writing so I can (finally) begin to update some of my other stories, I have decided to post a flash fic or drabble every night (hopefully) until I come up with some good ideas. I have used a random word generator to help me decide what the theme of each passage should be, and I'll be using all the characters in a variety of ways throughout – so expect some slash at a point if you continue to read. =]
Anyway, here it is, my first short (and completely pointless) flash fic!
Random word generator: expenditure.
"Hey, Kari! Did you know the British government plan on spending £137.5 billion on pensions next year? And £125.5 billion on healthcare? That's freakin' crazy – although it would be a good place to break T.S's leg I suppose, what with all the free healthcare and all," the brunet muttered under his breath whilst turning the thin page of the newspaper.
"Oi – I heard that, moron!" the blond glared, glancing up at the tanned boy lounging on the pastel pink sofa, limbs sprawled in all directions, "and it's T.K," he grunted lowly, his light cerulean eyes casting downwards once more to read the politics textbook on his lap.
Snaffling a lemon sherbet into his mouth, Davis reclined back, "yeah, whatever T-Pain, I was talking to Kari."
"Well, it's just a shame she left the room before you attempted to sound smart, isn't it?"
Rearing his head up quickly to look swiftly about the lounge, the brunet sighed heavily once the realisation sunk in that his perfect angel was no longer in possession of her spot in the corner armchair. Curling his lip slightly once he saw the basketball player smirking, Davis shot an unnoticed glare to the teenager on the carpet before uncurling his limbs and bounding for the kitchen.