Skippy
A/N: so I'm finally back to posting, and this is my first Boondock Saints fic. Let me know how it goes, I love reviews, etc.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Connor or Murphy. But if I did, they'd both have girlfriends by now. Oh, and I don't own the company that makes Skippy either. I don't know who owns that though.
Murphy MacManus rummaged through the fridge in the small apartment he shared with his twin Connor. Where the fuck did it go?
" Hey Connor! Conn!" Murphy called over his shoulder, trying to get his brother's attention. When all he heard was a muffled grunt and then some slurred Italian obscenities, Murphy turned around to see his brother asleep on his bed. He shook his head and went over, trying to wake him up by shaking him.
" Connor. Hey Conn, wake up." Connor slowly opened his eyes begrudgingly.
" Where the fuck's my peanut butter?" Murphy asked, feigning anger.
" What the fuck Murph? Ye woke me up ta ask where yer stupid peanut butter is?" Connor asked groggily.
" Aye. Now where the fuck did my peanut butter go? 'Twas in the fridge last night. Where'd ya put it?"
" I don't fucking know! I was using it for the mouse traps earlier. Maybe it's on th' dresser." Connor shrugged, annoyed that Murphy had woken him up. Murphy's eyes went wide.
" Why the fuck were ye using my peanut butter for the fucking mouse traps?!"
" I don't fucking know Murph. Ask the mice, they like the stuff. Can I go back to bed now?"
" Fuck ye Connor. Don't use my peanut butter again." Murphy asked, after noticing that half the can was gone. Connor laughed.
" Alright, alright, I won't use yer fucking Skippy again. Are ye done now?" Murphy shot his brother an evil glare. Connor laughed and turned over to go back to bed. What was it about Murphy and his fucking peanut butter anyway?