A/N: Heeeere's my second one! DEDICATED to my little sister, who is reading this and the reason there will be no sexytime drabbles in this collection. LOVE YA CHILD. GO WATCH REPO! ALREADY AND GET ADDICTED TO ZYDRATE AND GRAVEROBBER AND SHIT. Good girl. Have a cookie. She writes Soul Screamers fic too, so CHECK IT OUT. Her penname's... something Eternity with lots of X's. DX VALERIE STOP FUCKING LAUGHING AT MY STORY POKING IS NOT AS DIRTY AS YOU THINK IT IS.

Forgot a disclaimer last time... But I don't own Soul Screamers (Though I wouldn't mind owning Tod! Yum.) And I am NOT Rachel Vincent. Really. I'm epic, but I'm not THAT epic.


2) Poke.

POV: Kaylee Cavanaugh.
WORDS: 166.

When you're as close to someone as I am to Tod, there are things you know about them that nobody else knows. For example, I'm the only person – according to Tod – who knows that he is extremely ticklish.

It was a coincidence, really. We were making sandwiches for lunch, hanging out at my house, and he was standing next to me, in the way of the cold cuts. Trying to get him to move over, I poked him in the side with one finger.

He flinched, making a very un-Tod-like yelp. He stared at me in dread for a moment as a grin crept on to my face. It took a while of wrestling past his warding arms, but I found the spot and memorized it, pinning him to the counter as I tickled relentlessly.

I continued, laughing almost as hard as he was, until he was begging me to stop.

When I did, he kissed me. I grinned under his lips...

And poked him again.


TROLLOLOLOL. Tod, ticklish. XD Who here wants to experiment and find out where Tod's ticklish? *Raises hand* WAIT SHIT MY SISTER CAN READ THIS.