Red Chocolate
By: Anime Blob
Inspiration: "Back At Your Door" - Maroon 5
WARNINGS: SLASH, blood, and smoking.
Disclaimer: Joe Murray owns Camp Lazlo.
Opening the door at the command of a knock, the figure casting a shadow looked down to the dirt ground, glaring. Of all that was right, after all that, he just had to come back, didn't he?
"What do you want, Lazlo?" Edward huffed in complete annoyance. "You're a bloody mess."
It was true. With the bruises and small doses of blood coming from different areas, one might of thought the go-lucky monkey would of gone home and stayed there. However, what would be a couple bumps be to miss the most important day of love and affection?
"I just wanted to give you something," Lazlo replied, still with his normal grin painted across his face as he had during the summer time. It never ends, thought the other, shaking his head to himself.
Watching as the primate camper dug inside his red pants pocket, the platypus himself dug inside his blue pants, pulling out a lighter and a drag. Being a teen had its perks, but he never led anyone onto it. "Will you hurry it up? I gotta go give this one to my mother." He tapped it with his fingers in an impatient manner.
As if on cue, Edward saw Lazlo pull out a red, heart-shaped box. It was amazing how he had gotten it to fit in his pocket, considering the size of the box. "I remembered the time we ran out of candy," started the monkey, sending his friend on a flashback, "so I had gotten you a box of chocolates." Again, that smile had still stayed plastered on his face.
Taking the gift, the platypus stared at it, an echoing "Happy Valentine's Day, Edward," going through his ears. This was a nice token, yes, but did he have to do this? It wasn't like he had really ever done anything special for his rival camper. Or, perhaps, Lazlo liked him?
That normal smile – of angry or planning – spread across Edward's face. He was in dominance of his feet, but he had felt compelled to step on the other's two inches in front of him. He watched as the expression from happy to pain now dwelled as small spats of red were left on his socks as the figure casting the shadow entered back inside. "Yeah, Happy Valentine's, Laz."
-FIN-