Okay, so awhile back I wrote an angsty drabble based on Sara's "I saw everything" comment in 4x4. I watched it again the other day and this more humorous version popped into my head. Meant to be cute, short, and funny. Let's hope I get at least 2 out of 3 right!
I Saw Everything!
Greg followed Sara through the halls with worry running through every fiber in his body.
Busted. He was completely, utterly, totally, absolutely busted. To make matters worse, she wasn't flaunting just how busted he was, and that's what scared him the most about the whole situation.
Okay, he'll admit, when he had gotten it done, it wasn't the brightest of ideas. Add the fact that he was drunk off his ass and it had been suggested by the love of his life . . . and honestly, who wouldn't have done the same exactly thing? In his own defense, nobody at work would ever have seen it if he had been able to stay fully clothed at all times. Damn biohazard workers and their damn decontamination shower!
Anxiety eating away at his stomach, Greg spoke for the first time since they had been pulled into the makeshift shower area. "Sara, I just want you to know that when we were in the shower, I didn't see anything." He strode next to her, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Really? Gosh, I saw everything." A quick glance in her direction showed the corner of her lips creeping up, trying to fight a smirk. "And I must add, it's alot cuter than mine." The half-smirk grew into a full-fledged gap-toothed grin.
Greg wanted to crawl into a hole in die. No one was supposed to find out about. No one. Not ever. He was so busted.
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Nick flipped idly between channels while he waited for Greg to get home. Working different shifts was really cutting into their together time and after a day like today, he was anxious for his boyfriend to get home so he could forget about the awfulness that reality revealed to him at work.
When he heard keys in the door, he quickly shut off the television. He hurried to the door, eager for his customary 'hello' kiss. "Hey, G." He greeted as the former lab technician dropped his belongings at the door.
In reply, he fixed Nick with a deadly stare.
"What's wrong Greg?" Asked Nick, his voice thick with concern.
"The next time we get drunk, I'm gonna tell you to get my name tattooed inside a heart on your ass! We'll see how sexy you think it is then!" With that, he stalked off to the bedroom followed by a very confused boyfriend.
So? I wrote this in like twenty minutes while on a sugar high, so I hope its okay. I'm not above begging: R&R please!