Hey, Silver.
Pairing: Gold/Silver
Rating: K
Warning: Slash
Summary: Gold can get pretty annoying.
Note: So, my best friends and I were watching 'The Annoying Orange' the other day and while watching Orange annoying an apple, I came up with this. Orange's behavior and Apple's reaction reminded me of Gold and Silver, as did their colors (for some strange reason).
If you don't know it, just go to youtube and search for 'The Annoying Orange'. It might be helpful to understand the pointe behind it. ;)
Thanks for reading! :)
"Hey. Hey, Silver, hey."
Silver didn't look up. The annoying brat would announce his desires anyway.
"Hey, hey, Silver."
Calmly, he kept on preparing his breakfast. It was the first time in weeks that he actually had time to have breakfast since normally he started to work at around 6 am. For some strange reason, he never was in the mood for food that early in the morning.
Anyway, he didn't want anyone to ruin his free time.
"Hey, Silver."
Said boy stopped in his tracks to close his eyes and take in a deep breath. He would have to pay for this later.
There was silence for a moment, Silver managed to skin half of the apple and had just stabbed the knife lightly into the apple to peel off another piece of-
"Hey. Hey, Silver, hey."
Cling. The knife hit the glass board, his hand curling into a fist.
A giggle. Fucking giggling.
Silver decided to drop it and paid his meal the deserved attention. At least it deserves it more than Gold does, he thought.
When he was done skinning the apple, he cut it into short pieces and added them to his muesli. He loved muesli. With fruits and yoghurt. Just yum.
Someone once told him that it was 'so damn gay' that he loved muesli and put so much love and effort into making it.
Yes, that someone was Gold.
A smile crawled onto his lips when his breakfast was finally done. The cereals looked like little hills in the sweet yoghurt, along with the pieces of apples and pears, it almost looked like a delicious painting.
He pulled the drawer open and took out a spo-
"Hey. Hey, Silver."
While forcefully ramming the spoon into his beloved muesli -which got ruined that way-, he spat, "What is it, Gold?" He pronounced his name with extra annoyance, maybe that would shut the bastard up.
Taking the bowl into his hands, he turned around to wait for Gold's answer.
"Kiss." And soft lips prevented him from eating his muesli.