A/N: This one is shorter, I know. But, I had to get it down while I was on a roll. I don't plan on this being very long. I havent the patience or time for that. Expect irregular intervals between updates.
Mokuba grumbled as he stared into his coffee. He was with his best male friend, David. His best male friend that had ovaries was Rebecca, which meant that he felt the same amount of attraction for both: none. Not to say was not pretty, she was, but it'd be awkward. Like obligatory naked time by your friend's grandmother's house awkward. He was currently ranting about how immature his supposed older brother and his best male friend who had ovaries were being. David was currently listening to his favorite jams on his ipod, and his long hair covered the ear buds. He only caught the stray word like "Gitmo," but Mokuba talks about human rights violations more than the average teen. All David had to do was nod and grunt every now and then. Mokuba either didn't notice or didn't care.
"They bicker like some old married couple! I actually told them that they should admit wanting each other. You should have seen their faces! Like they never thought about! With all the media curiosity. Them hooking up has replaced Paris Hilton as a punch line with most comedians."
It was at this speechifying statement that David's ipod grew quiet as it was about to go to the next track. He found this particularly fascinating. While Mokuba thought kissing Rebecca would be like obligatory naked time by your friend's grandmother's house awkward, David thought the prospect was more than pleasant.
"Saying that was probably a low blow, though. Seto doesn't like to be accused of statutory rape and Rebecca doesn't like the idea that she was hired for anything besides her talent. They are just so aggravating, you know?"
David decided that he had to enter the conversation now. He paused his song.
"From the sounds of things, they must really hate each other."
"Nah," said Mokuba. "They're just miffed at each other. The schemes they cook up when they hate each other are much more horrible. And the worst part is, Fiona is off-limits unless I patch things up between them. Which is why I can't just make them gang up on me. I need a plan."
"Sounds like they need to get laid. Her especially," said David. Now, he said this which the perfect person in mind for her especially. He was hoping to lead this to a favorable train of thought. However, this prompted a completely different train of thought for Mokuba.
"They do! I need to hook them together. Maybe then they would stop going at each other if they started going at each other! And bonus, if she shacked up with my brother, she'd have to let me date Fiona! It's a win-win." Mokuba smiled triumphantly. David wasn't too keen on the idea.
"I don't know, man. Isn't he like ten years older? And don't they hate each other?" David offered, trying to put the kibosh on such an idea.
"Yes and sort of. They think alike, though. I have been living with that mind all my life; I know how to deal with it. If my plan works out, they'll be in love faster than the characters of a crappy fanfic." By now, Mokuba had a determined look in his eye. David looked more sullen and defeated than determined.
"I don't know, man. If they find out, you're dead." David was pulling at straws. He knew Mokuba well enough to know his response.
"That's why it is your idea, if anyone asks. You don't mind, do ya?" asked Mokuba expectantly.
"No," grumbled David, now staring into his own coffee. David vowed to just listen to his ipod instead of his friends all the time now.
