A/N: So I had this one sitting in my head for a couple of days. Certainly not the best. And I'm not trying to be racists or anything, so please don't get that connotation (but you probably will because I'm mentioning it). And i'm honestly NOT trying to take over the "Hairspray" section here. I'm just uber creative these past couple of days. And hopefully I'll get a chapter up on either of my fics here pretty soon. I'm just waiting for that right idea to click. Till now, enjoy some OneShots from me. And I hope that these characters aren't too OOC, but they might be slightly and I appologize imensly for that, because I hate doing that. Anyways, i'm really going to stop rambling and I'll just let you guys read (and hopefully) enjoy this one. As always, I don't own anything. But please click that little blue box down there where it says review. It helps me a lot. ;)
Corny sat idly on the stool, staring straight ahead, thinking, but not really. He was thinking about earlier in the day.
They had a short break and all the kids were milling around on the sound stage, he went off to the corner where there was a coffee pot that somehow always had hot coffee in it, whether it was fresh or had been sitting there for days at a time, it was hot. He poured himself a cup and tasted it.
"Yep, it's been here a few days."
He grabbed the bottle of non-dairy creamer and poured some in the Styrofoam cup. It formed a beige cloud and then slowly settled to the bottom. He sipped it again, before stirring.
"Hmmm…needs some sugar."
Corny grabbed the sugar shaker and absent-mindedly poured a good quarter cup in. he watched it slowly sink to the bottom and then got a stir straw and mixed the two together till they formed a soft brown.
Corny heard the clunk of heels and looked up to see who it was. He grinned when he saw it was Maybelle.
"Corny, we need to talk."
"What about?"
"I just don't think this is gonna work."
"What won't work?"
"Us. It's just that…"
"That what?"
"I need to be more independent. The kids like you and all…but I've already made a name for myself and I have to keep it that way."
"I see."
"It's not you Corny. It's me. Honest to God Corny. I love you, I really do. I just don't think we can make this work."
"But we can Maybelle. We really can. It's not the whole color situation is it?"
"Corny! I'm surprised you would even thing that!"
"I know…but I just thought that…"
"If you thought that then I know you even less Corny."
With that, she walked away.
Corny sighed. Why he never seemed to keep a girl, he did not know.
The waitress approached him.
"What'll it be today sir?"
"Coffee." He replied shortly.
"Any cream or sugar?"
"No. Just black."
He heard the clunk of heels again. Corny turned to look thinking it might be Maybelle and she might have changed her mind. Instead he saw the person who he was least expecting to see.
"Amber? What are you doing here?"
"I'm getting a drink. What are you doing?" she sneered.
"Having a coffee break."
