There was something effortless about the two of them together that just made their relationship work. They didn't really have that much in common, and there was a lot that was different about them, but they just went with the flow of all of it.
Sure, they fought like crazy – over stupid things like, the remote or fish tacos, and serious things, Roy hiding a lot of things about his past and Garth's habit of doing the same thing – but they could always look past it in the end. They knew neither one of them was perfect, no one ever was. But they could embrace their flaws and make each other better with them. That was the beauty of what they had.
Garth kicked at the boxers laying on the ground, "I thought we made it clear these go in the hamper."
"I'll get to it later."
"And I know 'later' in Roy Harper means 'three weeks from now'. Pick them up."
"You're right there, you pick them up."
And thus, after having his own underwear shoved in his mouth, Roy learned to pick up his dirty clothes.
So this is a kinda-sorta-not-really old not-really drabble I wrote a few months back as a writing exercise. I figured since I haven't uploaded anything here in a while and the world needs more SpAqua, I'd put it up here as well as my LJ and AO3.
(: Hope you enjoyed.
