Day 14 of the 100 Day Drabble Challenge. Based on the picture Waiting by Marmar96.
Kyle sat on the tombstone, looking down at the mound of dirt with a bored expression. This had stopped happening so often, but every once in a while Kenny slipped up and got himself killed. It really annoyed Kyle something awful because the blond always managed to die right before a big date night. Stupid Kenny.
The dirt shifted and Kyle leaned down a bit to examine the movement. It had to be him. There had been three false alarms already. This one had to be Kenny. Kyle held his breath for one, two, three seconds before a brown-gloved hand shot out of the earth. Kyle heaved a great sigh and relaxed his tensed-up muscles. "Finally, dude."
He watched as Kenny clawed his way out of the dirt. The blond flopped onto his back and hyperventilated for a moment. "Jesus Christ, it's suffocating down there." He looked up at Kyle. "Oh, hey, babe. You been waiting on me?"
Kyle gave a deadpan glare. "You're late for our date."