Ok, let's get this over with, I don't own the WWE or The World's Greatest Tag Team, despite the fact I don't mention either of them by name.
You try to sue me; all you'll get are my Plusle and Minun figures and maybe a Pikachu one as well. Oh, this contains mild slash but not anything real bad. I don't know anyone depicted in this story and will not pretend this happened in real life.
"Do you think this draft will break us up like last time?" I ask my friend after reading about the draft that was taking place Monday.
He laughs, "It wasn't last time, it was 2004 and I don't know why you're complaining about that time for, it really benefited you and did shit all for me."
I sigh, "Yeah, I know, but I missed you while we were apart. And you did have some success."
He sighs himself, "Yeah, I guess that tag team title reign was ok…"
"You do have to admit, that one time you were forced to wear those rainbow coloured pants because 'they wanted to change you ring gear'…" I start, playfully.
"I don't want to remember that!" he whines, embarrassed, cutting me off.
"No, I have to say it, I start, "that time you wore them, I was drooling at the mouth."
"You serious?" he asks.
"No! Fucking! Joke!" I say slowly, making sure he got the point.
"You are odd mate," he laughs, "I thought they looked stupid…"
"Nah, I thought they were hot as!" I smile cutely, "Tight too from what I can remember," I add wickedly, licking my top lip.
He seemed to be getting a little flustered, "Ok… he he, can we get this conversation off my butt!" he asks, still flustered but slightly amused.
"Aww, for all you know I could've been talking about your legs!" I answer back, smartassly.
"Ok then…" he starts, rolling his eyes, "but can we please get your mind out of the gutter and back on this draft, what if we do break up?"
"Well… I'll be fucked then!" I say honestly, putting an arm around him, smiling.
"I said mind OUT of the gutter…" He glares at me, but I could tell he wasn't angry.
"No, I mean it," I say seriously, "If you're gone, I'll have no one to hold me when it's cold outside."
"Hey, we'll still be close, just not physically close," he assures me, hugging me tightly.
"I know we'll be friends and all," I sigh, "but I need you to be close… physically close to me, I barely survived last time. I was scared at one point you'd forgot about me."
"Stay with me tonight," he offers, "just like we used to. I'll prove to you I could never ever forget about you. No matter what."
"What about after tonight, what happens then?" I ask concerned.
"Well…we'll work that out tomorrow," he smiles, "Just worry about tonight."
"But what if…" I try to say…
"Don't worry, tomorrow will come, it always does," he says quickly.
"But what if… something happens?" I ask, worried.
"What could happen?" He asks back, "Nothing can happen to make one of us die, not yet!" He assures me, holding me again.
"Well, let's all hope for no déjà vu and we'll be fine," I laugh.
He laughs too, "Yeah, no déjà vu and a World Tag Team Title win and we'll be just fine."
"Well, what now?" I ask, yawning.
"For you, sleep, I'll join you soon, alright?" He asks back, yawning himself, "… On second thoughts, I might as well join you now," he smiles.
I'll have to cut it off here, I'm running out of words to say honestly and if I said anything else I could've ruined it. Tell me honestly what you think, just no 'OMG sky-queen3, you suck at life!' or however they say it. It may seem a bit odd and rushed, but I had to get it up by America's Monday before the draft.