Title: Straight to Hell in a Hand Basket
Rating: T(for the use of 'hell')
Summary: Drake's eyes were wide, and his mouth was open in disbelief. "Wha- Wh..." he couldn't get his words out right, "What, in the name of all that is manly, are you doing?" Drabble. D/J slash.
Author's Note: Just a little something that smacked my brain this morning. Got me excited for the day. I hope you like it. :o)
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This show would be on LOGO right now if I did.
"Josh!" Drake shrieked as he walked into his room.
Josh jumped, startled, and slowly turned to look at Drake. He gestured at his chest, "Heart attack. You," he pointed, "are going to give me a heart attack." He went back to his business.
Drake's eyes were wide, and his mouth was open in disbelief. "Wha- Wh..." he couldn't get his words out right, "What, in the name of all that is manly, are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Josh was sitting cross legged atop his bed, with a ball of deep maroon yarn next to his thigh; the knitting needles in his hands clicked rhythmically.
"Well...stop it. It's weird." Drake said that as though no other reasoning was required.
"No." Click, wrap, click "Why can't I knit?" Josh kept his eyes on his work.
"Knitting is for old women with 600 cats whose kids don't come to visit anymore, Josh. Not for my boyfriend."
Josh rolled his eyes. "Whatever, this is for Home Ec." Josh traded the needles between his hands, and pulled some yarn from the ball. "Oh, hey! America's Next Top Model is on tonight. You want to watch it with me?"
Drake faltered. He couldn't resist ANTM, though he'd never admit it. "Fine." he sighed, feigning indifference and finally walking from the doorway to sit next to Josh, laying his head on his shoulder.
"Love you." Josh sang in his deep baritone.
"You know we're going to straight to hell, right?" Drake joked.
"In a frilly pink hand basket." Josh quipped, laughing.
-Fin
AN2: Review, please!