Golden Train

Summary:

One:

"That is ridiculously unhealthy for you."

Gabriela Dawson looked up from her bowl with a frown. She was rather pleased with her concoction.

"There's fruit in here." She said with a smirk. And there was. There was a bit of sweetened dried apple; most likely jam-packed with preservatives, but fruit nonetheless.

Leslie didn't understand how her friend could manage to eat something so hideously terrible for her health. Surely she understood the basic food pyramid. She recalled learning it every year at school since she could decipher between an apple and a bag of chips.

"It's also five-thirty in the morning."

Gabriela pondered Leslie's words for less than a second and pulled a confused face.

"So?"

Leslie Shay rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her blonde hair to straighten out the invisible knots, and then promptly messed it back up. It was completely dishevelled from after her routine eight hours of sleep and an everyday brisk stroll around the block and back. Her usual walk around the block after religiously stretching before leaving and coming back, would have taken at least a good thirty minutes. But seeing as Gabby had decided to accompany her, she realised her friend had an underlying motive. To give them both heart attacks.

"It's a heart attack in a bowl, Dawson."

Gabriela looked deeply pained.

"It is my finest work of art, and if you cannot accept that, then you must leave my kitchen."

Leslie rolled her eyes. Of course Gabby held the utmost sincerity about her questionable culinary skills. Gabby had, in one way or another, succeeded in getting Leslie's practiced morning routine from thirty minutes down to fifteen. She not only got them back to their apartment in half the time, but also, conceived some sort of unreasonable culinary creation. Leslie sighed.

"This is technically, my apartment."

Gabriela scoffed and raised her spoon at her friend in what she believed was a threatening manner. Leslie mused to herself that if Gabby hadn't been lecturing to her about the importance of having M&M's, maple syrup and chocolate milk accessible in her their apartment at all hours of the day earlier, she might have actually succeeded.

"Just taste some!"

Leslie stared at her friend trying to decide whether or not to take her seriously. She must've pulled a face because Gabby's dark eyes got impossibly wider and her mouth turned downwards into a frown. Fine.

"I'd rather kiss you than eat that, honestly." Leslie shrugged.

A shit-eating grin made its way across Gabriela's face. Leslie narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"You're saying you'd kiss me?" she smiled roguishly. Leslie scoffed. Any sane person would rather kiss Gabby's dumb face than eat that monstrosity. Duh.

"I'd rather not get food poisoning, thank you very much." Gabby punched her friend's arm. But Leslie dissolved into uncontrollable giggles leaving her to scoff indignantly.

"Get back here!"

Leslie darted behind Gabby, narrowly missing accidentally hip-checking the corner of the granite counter top, blonde hair flying wildly behind her. Unfortunately, Gabby slammed straight into the corner and doubled over, squealing in pain.

Leslie froze.

"Oh baby," she whispered kneeling over Gabby's form.

"I'm dying," Gabby groaned, grabbing the front of Leslie's shirt and pulled her closer before closing her eyes dramatically. Leslie pressed two fingers against her friend's throat and made a noise of approval.

"We have a steady pulse," Leslie murmured, blonde hair falling across Gabby's face, "but the patient must eat healthily so she isn't such a clumsy, little idiot!" she continued pinching her friend's cheeks. Gabby swatted slender fingers away, a light pink filling in where it had pinched.

"The patient wouldn't be in pain if her friend had just give her a chance," Gabby said prodding the blonde's side. Leslie yelped in surprise.

"Fine. I'll taste your heart attack food." Leslie rolled her eyes.

Goddamn it.