Hey again D. I know that I've already posted a fic today, but I decided to spoil you guy! It's just some random drabble thing that I wrote in about half an hour. I love writing stuff like this, and I hope you enjoy reading it (:

There are three strange things, to say in the least, about the day this story takes place on.

One: Jason was cooking.
Two: Shane had agreed to eat whatever Jason was cooking.
Three: The house hadn't exploded yet.

"SHANE! THE SOUP'S GONE RED!" Jason screamed, running into the sitting room, his face one of horror.
"Aren't you making tomato soup?" Shane replied, rolling his eyes.
"Yes! It's meant to be green! IT'S NOT GREEN, SHANE!" Jason shouted in reply, jumping up and down and flapping his arms about like some crazed bird.
"The soup is meant to be red, Jason. Tomatoes are red." Shane said, sounding rather like a stern mother.
"They are?" Jason replied, awe replacing his previous expression.
"Oh god." Shane mumbled, burying his head in his hands.
"Thanks Shane! You're awesome!" Jason shouted happily before skipping back into the kitchen, leaving a very scared Shane behind.

How hard was it to put the contents of a tin into a bowl and cook it in the microwave for a few minutes? And yet still Jason managed to mess it up. Hell, Shane was going to eat this. He would have gotten out of his seat and cooked his own lunch, but he honestly didn't want to see Jason was doing to his soup. No, that just made him feel scared, for his own life as well as the houses'.

"TA-DA!" Jason shouted in triumph, entering the kitchen with a bowl of what looked like … normal soup.

Shane looked at in warily, debating on pretending to eat it and actually doing so. He sighed and reluctantly, while keeping his eyes on Jason's eager face, took a tentative sip. It was only a matter of milliseconds before Shane spat it all out. Unfortunately for Jason, he was standing in the firing line.

"You don't like my soup?" Jason asked, his face one of heavy disappointment.

Shane didn't appear to have heard though, because his next words weren't exactly promising.

"Jason!" Shane shouted at his brother, his face ablaze with anger.
"What?" Jason replied in a sing-song voice, his expression one of doubt though he was trying to be positive. Typical Jason.
"Jason, will you stop singing everything? And don't look so weird, it's strange and creepy." Shane replied, momentarily forgetting about what he was going to say in the first place.

"Sorry."
"You aren't sorry."
"Nope, but it makes you happier if I say I am."
"ARGH." Shane cried, throwing his hands in the air.

He forgot about the horrible tasting soup and ate another mouthful, once again spitting it out.

"JASON!"
"What?"
"What the hell did you put in this soup?"
"Nothing! I just added something for the flavour!"
"What did you add for the flavour?" Shane asked through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed. He looked just about ready to pounce on his older brother and beat him half to death.

"Glue." Jason said, his tone of voice stating 'duh!'
"You did WHAT?" Shane yelled, standing and backing away from the soup with a look of horror on his face.
"I added glue to the soup." Jason repeated.

There was a pause for a few seconds in which Shane's eyes averted from his brother and back to the soup quickly, trying to decide what to do. Finally, with a small grunt of anger, he turned and walked upstairs, muttering under his breath.

Jason blinked, watching him walk away before stepping towards the table. He frowned and took hold of the spoon, sipping the soup. He tilted his head to the side, as if analyzing his creation.

"Well I don't think it tastes that bad."

Well, I hope you all liked it! Thanks so much for reading! Please review! It's a little different from my normal style!

Paige (: