Prove You Wrong
Hi! I got this idea from a deviantART pic... Well, technically a comment on the pic. ANYway, I just had to get started! :D I hope you enjoy!
Don't own PoM.
Skipper sat in front of the TV, watching a wrestling match. He thought it would get his mind off of the very thing he had thought about since God-knows-when. But it didn't work.
'I don't know why I'm thinking like this. I can't feel like this for him!' he thought, turning off the TV and going to sit at the table. He sighed, letting his head fall forward and hit the table.
"Not to mention he won't even feel the same" he muttered, not realising he had said it aloud.
"Who won't feel the same?" he heard. Skipper looked up, and saw Kowalski leaning against the doorframe that led to his lab.
Kowalski, the one who was making him feel this way.
"Oh, it was nothing, soldier..." Skipper muttered, looking away. Kowalski frowned.
"Skipper, are you feeling alright? I mean, you've been... distant lately. Especially with me" the scientist said. He frowned harder at the last thought.
"Did... I do something wrong?" he asked. Skipper scoffed, shaking his head.
"Don't worry, Kowalski. You haven't made me angry at all" he said, carefully choosing his words, so as not to give himself away.
"But, Skipper-" Kowalski began.
"No buts, man! Are you accusing me of lying?" Skipper growled. Kowalski whimpered and shook his head.
"Good" Skipper said. He started staring at the table again, and he didn't notice when Kowalski went and picked up his journal.
"Skipper, are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Kowalski asked slyly. Skipper looked up, about to chew him out, when he saw that the scientist was holding his journal. And he was READING it.
Skipper flushed a deep red, babbling nonsense as he tried to come up with an excuse.
Kowalski, meanwhile, had began to move closer, ever so slowly, still reading.
When he was right next to Skipper, who was still babbling, he looked up from the notebook.
"So, you think that I'll never feel the same?" Kowalski said, placing his flipper on the leader's shoulder. Skipper blushed even darker and nodded.
Chuckling, Kowalski leaned in, ever so slowly.
"Why don't I prove you wrong?" he spoke in a low voice. With that, his beak hit Skipper's.
Hehehehehehe... I didn't think of this until the end... Where the heck are Rico and Private? Let's say they're out getting snowcones, until I come up with a better excuse.