A/N: It's supposed to be funny. review puhlease!!! and leave challenges/request for more ficlets! thanks for the title crazy4horses. and bunnyangel for the help.
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"You know, you're annoying, Drake?" John closed the refrigerator and sat back down across from Bobby, who was eating his ice cream jovially. He looked up curiously at John, spoon in hand, who had rested his head on his hand, exhausted from the recent danger room exercise.
"I didn't ask you to miss your bed time by following me down here, John," he retorted and took another bite. John looked up, watching Bobby enjoy his ice cream and, like a child, like his spoon.
"Anyway, you're the annoying one," he added, "always flicking that lighter like you have A.D.H.D."
"You're always eating ice cream," John replied, his eyes narrowed at Bobby's ice cream container. Bobby moved the container closer to him, watching John with a warily raised eyebrow.
"It's not nearly as annoying as you flicking that lighter." John sat up, annoyed with Bobby's arguing and not having slept in the last 24 hours, and yanked the ice cream, spoon and all, away from Bobby, shoved the spoon into the container and stuck an oversized scoop in to his mouth. He then proceeded to tell Bobby off, his mouth full of ice cream.
"You!" Bobby retorted, grabbing for the ice cream. John effectively dodged him, pulling the container closer to his body.
"You're a freak, 'dyce," Bobby said, glaring icicles at John's head for having taken his ice cream hostage.
"So's you're mom, Drake. So's your mom," His mouth was half full of melted ice cream, some which dripped down his chin back into the container.
"That's disgusting, John." He could bare stand to watch.
"So's you're dad, Drake. So's your—" More ice cream dripped and Bobby lunged. Jumping back, John held the container out to the side away from Bobby, who was halfway across the counter, holding him by the shirt with both hands.
"Calm down, Bobby." The ice cream dripped down his shirt, barely missing Bobby's hands. Bobby yanked him forward, his face inches to his.
"Hand it over, and don't say another word," he demanded, his voice low and threatening. John smiled and opened his mouth to reply, knowing he was pushing Bobby's nerves.
"Shut it." John ignored his simmering glower and threatening voice.
"Just ask if you want some, Bobby." Bobby shoved him back, sending him off the back of his chair. The sound of John's breath being knocked out his ice cream filled mouth was heard along with the clatter of the spoon and rolling ice cream container. Bobby walked over and picked up his ice cream and walked back to his seat.
"Dumba$$," he muttered and rook at bite of ice cream. A groan came from the ground followed by a annoyed, "No pool table for you, Drake. No pool table for you."
The spoon clattered on the counter.
