A/N: First RvB fic ever posted! Be happy for me! :DDD
I sooooo am obsessed with the Donut/Caboose pairing. Idiot and bigger idiot. A match made in heaven XD (I've been calling it Redmeo and Blueliet, lol)
It's actually based on what happened last night at a restaurant with my epic, perverted dad. Who's basically a non-black, Spanish-Porutguese version of Tucker. And I'm the group Donut. So I needed an excuse to bring these two together. Didn't find a better one. Oh, buttmonkeys. Bl
Their armors are really pretty together…. Coincidentally, aqua and pink are my favorite colors. XD
I don't own RvB, but I wish I owned Church-*shot*
Also, my dad doesn't hate me. Lol
"There's chocolate on this crème puff."
"So? You like chocolate, right?"
Pout. "Yeah, but…."
Tucker groaned. Leave it to Caboose to drag Church off to the bathroom with him and stick him alone with gay-ass Lieutenant Toaster Strudel. There was absolutely no place that the blue private wouldn't rather have been at that moment, hell and honor's geometry class included. The reason? He fucking hated this guy.
I mean, seriously. There was honestly nothing less annoying than listening to the effeminate red's yapping. And what the hell were those pink streaks in his hair about? What was he, a 15 year old girl?
As awkward as it was for Tucker to admit, both Donut and Caboose were a lot easier to be around when they were making out. Sure, it was weird as hell to watch. But at least their mouths were busy doing something other than spout stupid senseless crap. Even when they weren't making out, they were still a little less annoying together. They usually just rambled on to each other and left Tucker, Church, Grif, or any other unwilling third party, alone. Tucker's best guess: two idiots cancelled each other's stupidity out.
But now, sadly, Caboose had gone to the bathroom, dragging Church off with him as though he were a three-year-old kid and not a 20-year-old man that's fully capable of finding his way there on his own and not getting lost on the way back. Of course, he probably WOULD get lost, or kidnapped, or worse, if someone didn't go with him, and since Donut was at least as likely to get even more lost (and let's face it, he can barely protect HIMSELF), Church was eventually forced to go with him.
And now, this pink-clad, glittery blond breakfast pastry was sitting there, whining to Tucker about some microscopic chocolate speck on his crème puff.
"Dude! What the hell are you doing now?" Tucker exclaimed.
"Trying to get it off."
"What's the point? It's barely even there!"
"Exactly!" Donut argued. "So it'll only take just a minute for me to get it off!"
"It'll take two seconds if you just eat it!"
"But… It…"
Tucker sighed. "This can't possibly end soon, can it?"
"HAH! IT'S GONE!"
"Oh, God, thank you so much…"
"Oh wait, no it's not…"
"DAMN IT!"
A/N: Like it? I didn't! XD
It's just been in my head.