Just random blurb based on a conversation between my sister and I after my nephew did something bad (cute, rotten heathen that he is) it came to me and I couldn't sleep till I put it down. SO I posted it up. lol Umm Carlos/Andros/Zhane. Has no real plot but have fun I did.
Disclaimer: PR doesn't belong to me, property of the rich folks. I am playing with them for fun in my sandbox.
"ZHANE, come back here and die like a man"
"Hell NO!" Zhane screams over his shoulder as he zips into the engine room right past Carlos.
"Hide me!" With a look of desperation, Zhane climbs down the scaffolding onto the next lower level, before Carlos could utter a word.
Andros, quite unlike his usually calm self, burst through the sliding doors like Astronema with PMS.
"Where the hell is he, and don't say you don't know. Cause he runs to you every time he does something!"
Andros paced ferociously around the engine room scanning for any sign of the silver delinquent.
"Not every time. And if you keep that up you're going to catch fire." Carlos looked up from his console with amusement, only to see his very aggravated boyfriend ready to yank his hair out, or Zhane's.
Andros finally gives up his anger ridden search to stand in front of Carlos, shaking his head vigorously in agreement to his own words.
"I give up! He's yours, you can keep him!"
"Why are you giving him to me? He's yours too; last time I checked there were three of us in this relationship. You, Me, and Zhane." Carlos cocked his head and raised an eyebrow in question, as he attempted to mask his enjoyment, with a smirk.
"Usually there is, but this time he's yours. Enjoy. He's too devious to be mine. I'll claim him when he acts right."
"So when is that exactly? Every day of the year except birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays?" Not so much a question as a statement.
"Yeah that sounds about right."