A/N: Hum…I should be doing other things, but this struck me as I was falling asleep last night, and it sounded really cute. So, I shall elaborate!
Disclaimer: For the umpteenth time, I don't own Digimon. And it makes me die a little inside everytime I think about it... I also don't own Hollister, but I tend to give praise when I remember that. ; Enjoy!
Warning: Yaoi! MxM pairing! Don't like? Don't read! No flamers! Kay, thanks :
Sweatpants
"Is this really possible?" Yamato asked, in disgust.
"What are you talking about?" Taichi asked, making his way into his pigsty of a room.
"I've never seen someone who owns such an unfathomable amount of sweatpants."
"Don't use such big words, it's the weekend. I'm allowed not to think for the weekend, remember?" Taichi whined, picking up a couple pair of sweatpants off of his floor.
"Seriously, Taichi, don't you have any regular clothing? Now that I see these everywhere, I've just realized how many you really do have. Speaking of which, did a bomb explode in here or something? This room wasn't that messy yesterday…"
Taichi rolled his eyes as he was shoving some pants into a drawer. "You complain too much, Yama. I didn't know you had such a thing against sweatpants."
"I don't have anything against sweatpants, Taichi."
"Then? Why are you complaining?"
"I'm not complaining, Taichi." Yamato moved a pile of pants out of his way to make room for himself on Taichi's bed. He faced the direction opposite of Taichi's drawers. Taichi, failing at just stuffing the pants in drawers, decided to fold them.
"You know, Yama, I have some interesting facts."
Yamato raised an eyebrow. "About?"
"Sweatpants."
"Like?"
"Well," Taichi began, folding a pair of gray pants, "They're comfortable."
"That isn't all that interesting."
"Well, to you it is, because I've never seen you in sweats a day in your life. So clam it, and listen."
Yamato rolled his eyes. Taichi was at a steady rhythm now, folding his pants and speaking at the same time. "Alright, so as I was saying, they're comfortable. They aren't like jeans, where you're constricted by fabric. They're pleasantly baggy and move-around-able. There's no zippers, so when you gotta go, it's not like rocket science to get your pants down. They're really convenient when you're just going to the grocery store, or if you wanna work out."
"Is that it?"
"Oh no. There's one more thing."
"What?"
Behind his back, Taichi smirked. As he had been telling his story, he quietly slipped into a pair of navy blue sweatpants and a tight red Hollister shirt that he had gotten in the states, in too small of a size. He swayed his hips as he walked into Yamato's view. He earned another eyebrow raising from Yamato as a result of his outfit change. Taichi sauntered over to Yamato and pushed him farther onto the bed so that he could straddle him. Taichi sat on his lap, facing him, and bought his face within centimeters of Yamato's.
"It was just a rumor when I first heard about it, but when I went to the states, the rumor was confirmed," He started, with half lidded eyes. He bought his hand to rest on Yamato's shoulder.
"W-what's that?" Yamato stuttered; as calm and collected as he was, he could never maintain stability when Taichi was like that.
"An American boy is crazy for a girl in sweats and a tight shirt."
And, for the rest of the day, the unfolded, lonely sweatpants were forgotten.
It didn't come out exactly how I wanted it to, but I suppose it's still cute. I don't know about anyone else, but around where I come from, the boys are crazy for a girl in sweats. Contrary to popular belief, I don't enjoy wearing sweatpants with really tight Hollister shirts. I like my skinny jeans, thanks. :
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