AN: Part two! This is really silly and just for fun. Thanks to all my reviewers who inspired this, and a special shout out to Anon-the-mouse and Sheena Is A Punk Rocker.
It's the next day and Puck's home alone while his mom and sister are out shopping. He's on his Xbox, playing Fear, just about to turn a corner, when Mike's voice comes through the walkie talkie on the table in front of him.
"Yo, Puck! You there?" Mike booms through the tiny speaker.
Puck almost jumps out of his skin, dropping his controller in the process. "Shit," he mutters, his heart racing. (He's really glad no one was there to just see that.) He pauses his game and leans forward, snagging the walkie talkie.
"Dude, do code names mean nothing to you?" He asks, standing up and going to the kitchen.
"I'm not calling you Puckzilla," Mike says seriously.
"You suck. Fine. What do you want, ninja?" He throws the nickname in just to piss him off.
"It's like, insane, how racist you are," Mike replies, but he's also laughing which means he's not really mad. He's been friends with Puck for a long time, if he's not used to his douche-like ways by now, he'll never be.
"So what the fuck do you want?" Puck asks. He rummages in the fridge for a second, pulling out a soda before going back into the living room.
"Just wanted to see how the date went yesterday."
"It was awesome," Puck says, smiling to himself.
"That's great, man! Gimme details!" Mike demands excitedly.
"Jesus, Chang, get a hold of yourself," Puck laughs, "I'm not about to sit here and gossip with you like a couple of chicks. And anyways, I don't kiss and tell."
It's Mike's turn to laugh now, "I call bullshit! Dude, you give the entire football team a play-by-play every time you hook up with a girl."
He wishes he could argue that, but it's actually true. "What-the-fuck-ever, I'm not giving you details. I'm keeping all of that crazy to myself. Oh, and sorry I called you egg roll." He can't help the smirk that finds its way on his face. He got boob action, and then some. Best date ever.
"Uhhh, okay, thanks?" Mike says, confused.
"Whatever, don't mention it." He's serious.
"Right. Well, I'm glad you had a good time with Rachel."
"Yeah. Hey, thanks for being a devious little bastard and pulling that stunt yesterday. I could've gotten her on my own though," Puck says.
"Of course you could've," Mike laughs. He doesn't appreciate the sarcasm.
"Get bent! Fuckin' ninja…" he mutters the last part loud enough for Mike to hear.
"Shut up Jew Burger!" Mike retorts.
Puck sits on his couch, stunned at the lame (totally awesome) comeback. Then he hears laughter filter in through the speaker, and mixed in with Mike's deep laugh is an adorable (shut up) giggle that he recognizes instantly.
"Are you serious right now? Rachel's over there again?" He's not jealous. He's not.
"Hi Noah!" Rachel chirps.
"Hey Rach, what the fuck are you doing over there with Chang's lame ass?" he asks.
"Don't be a jerk, Noah!" she scolds him. "Mike has become a very good friend of mine and, as friends, we are entitled to enjoy being in each other's company."
"Yeah, Noah," Mike adds teasingly.
He would like nothing better than to reach through his walkie talkie and strangle his friend, but he's got bigger fish to fry here.
"How 'bout you come over to my house and enjoy being in my company, babe? I've got the house all to myself."
She doesn't say anything for a few minutes, so he assumes she's trying to be polite as possible in blowing off Mike.
"She just left. Should be there in ten minutes," Mike laughs.
"Sweet. Hey, let's hang tomorrow. I gotta kick your ass for that 'Jew Burger' comment," he jokes.
"You liked that, huh?" Mike asks.
"It was kind of funny, definitely a good burn," Puck admits.
"I thought so too. Rachel came up with it."
He might love that girl.
AN: Credit to Sheena Is A Punk Rocker for Jew Burger!
