Summary: High school sophomore Sid drags his two best friends Diego and Manfred, "Manny," to a psychic to get their fortunes read. Predictably, neither are too happy about it. Drabble. Human AU.
SkyGem: Well, I just finished watching the first Ice Age again, and I felt the need to write this. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ice Age.
"Wow, Diego! I can't believe you were a tiger in your past life! It may not be as cool as a sloth, but it's still nothing to be upset about."
Rolling his eyes, Diego blew an errant strand of silky blond hair out of his face before turning to look at his friend. "You don't honestly believe that crap, do you Sid?" he asked.
Stopping in his tracks, Sid turned around to face Diego, crossing his arms and cocking his hip to the side, looking for all the world like a mother scolding her child.
"Of course it's true! Fortune-tellers do not lie!"
Rolling his eyes once more, Diego turned to look at the last member of their group of three, who had been quiet until now.
"Manny, talk some sense into this guy, will you?"
The taller boy just chuckled and turned to the smallest member in their group, saying, "Sid, I'm pretty sure sabre-tooths hunted animals like sloths and mammals."
"Not if they were Diego, they didn't!" argued Sid, grabbing his friend's face and turning it towards Manny, "Just look at this guy! He's completely harmless!"
Feeling a tic forming on his forehead, Diego smacked the back of his friend's head, causing the gangly brunet to let go with a yelp, grabbing onto the back of his head in pain.
"Oh yes, completely harmless, he is," said Manny sarcastically, rolling his eyes and continuing on his way home.
Sparing one more glance and a snicker at the expense of his friend, Diego followed after Manny.
"This is abuse!" called Sid from behind them, jogging to catch up. "How could you just let him do that to me, Manny? Isn't there anyone who cares about Sid the Sloth?"
Not so much as raising an eyebrow at his friend's overly dramatic display, Diego informed him, "Newsflash Sid, you're not a sloth."
"Well that fortune-teller lady sure seemed to think differently."
"She was a nutjob."
"Why are you so against this?"
"Maybe because no sabre in his right mind would hang out with a mammoth and a sloth? There's this little thing called dignity."
"Oh, come on now," said Sid, throwing an arm around the blond's shoulder, "You should know this by now: when you're hanging out with us, dignity's got nothing to do with it."
The End
SkyGem: Short and meaningless, but whatever. Anyways, please do leave a review and let me know what you thought, ne?