The Nothing Fight

Pairing: StormXWave (Mild)

Summary: Jet is sick and tired of Storm and Wave constantly arguing with each other.

It was a quiet, peaceful afternoon, Jet the Hawk was resting on a brown living room couch. His feet were propped on top of the arm of the couch, a newspaper covered his whole face, his hands were folded on his fluffy, white chest. Suddenly, a loud slam was heard; Jet jolted awake. Well, his afternoon was peaceful. The newspaper fell to the floor. The green hawk rubbed his head.

"What happened?" Jet sat up and looked around. Suddenly, a purple swallow and a gray albatross rudely entered the living room. They were screaming and arguing with each other...again. This isn't the first time this happened, in fact, this happened dozens of times. And frankly, he was getting quite tired of it.

Jet growled, "What is with you guys!?" Jet barked out. Wave and Storm stopped yelling at each other and looked at their leader. Storm frowned and nervously scratched the back of his neck. Wave boldly spoke out first.

"Well, Storm was annoying me and,"

The infuriated green hawk interrupted Wave. "I don't care!"Jet yelled out, "I'm tired of you two constantly arguing with each other!Jet tightly gripped the arm of the couch and glared at the two.

"But it's not even my fault!" Wave argued, she put her hands on her hips and glared at Jet.

"I don't care who's fault it is! All I want is some peace and quiet." Jet explained, as he snuggled down back onto the couch.

"But Boss!" Storm complained.

"No buts!" Jet barked. "I want you two to make up, okay?" Jet the Hawk ordered.

A horrified look was shone on Storm's face. "No way, Boss!" Jet glared at him, anger was clearly shone on his face. "I'm not going to make out with her! No matter what you do or say, I won't! You can't make me!"

"You idiot!" Jet bellowed out, " I said make up, not make out!" Wave glared at Storm in disgust.

"I wouldn't even make out with you even if Jet ordered us to do so!" Wave screamed at Storm.

"Oh yeah? I bet you just don't want to make out with me because you're bad at it, and you know it." Storm teased, he smirked as he saw her facial expression.

Wave the Swallow raised her brow, "What? That didn't make any sense at all!"

"Yes, it did! You're just too stupid to figure it out!" Storm turned his back to her, he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Aha! How can you be such a hypocrite?" Wave pointed her finger out to Storm. Jet was sitting on the couch, his ears were currently plugged in by two pillows, and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"What do you mean?" Storm finally turned back to face Wave, his scratched his head in confusion.

"I bet you can't even spell stupid, stupid." Wave smirked.

"I can too!" Storm bellowed out, loudly.

"Prove it!" Wave challenged.

"S-T-U-B" Storm concentrated on spelling that word. Suddenly, she noticed that he spelled it wrong. She bursted out laughing. She fell to the floor, still laughing at Storm, she held onto her gut as she kept laughing at him. Storm's face reddened up, not from embarrassment, but from anger. Jet rolled his eyes.

"At least I can make out better than you!" Storm said, he smiled.

"Oh yeah!?" Wave yelled out, as she leaned close into Storm's face.

"Yeah!" Storm also yelled out, as he copied Wave's action. Jet face palmed and sighed as he watched the two bicker. Finally, their lips met, they kissed aggressively.

Jet rolled his eyes. He got up and walked out of the room, leaving Storm and Wave still kissing each other. After they were done kissing, Jet heard them from a far distance.

"See? I can make out better than you. Do you need me to spell it out for you?" A feminine voice was heard.

"No, I was!" Storm argued.

Jet slapped his forehead. "Why do I even bother?"

The End!