Don't Let the Bastards Get You Down

by rockabillygirl

a bouquet of clumsy words: did you ever wish for queer, feminist friendly breakfast club fics? well, here they are live, from a queer woc! this is a bunch of drabbles about my favorite brat pack. TWs(will be updated): Abuse, drugs, And remember: You make your own family.

4. Chapter 4

"Hey," Andy says, "do you think, like, rocks can think?"

"Andy, what the fuck are you talking about?" Bender asks, laughing. He takes the joint from Andy's hands and shakes his finger at him. "No more weed for you, Sporto."

"Okay, but," Andy tries again, "do you?"

"Christ," Bender covers his mouth to hide his grin. "I really wish the others were here to see this. Mainly Brian."

Andy scowls. "Brian's such a smartass," he says, before he blinks and adds, "I like his hair."

"I do too, buddy," Bender laughs.

"I like your hair, too," Andrew adds. He gets a dopey look on his face and yawns. "I'm hungry. Can I braid your hair?"

Bender tosses him a bag of Cheetos and raises his brow. "You wanna what now?"

"Braid your hair," Andy repeats. He clumsily mimics the motion of braiding and Bender snorts.

"Sure, I guess."

Andrew gets like, fifty thousand of these small, colorful rubber bands and just spills them into Bender's open hands. "I'm gonna give you corn rolls," he says very seriously.

"It's corn rows," Bender says, "And if you do, I'll beat your goddamn ass."

In the end, Andrew can only braid two braids on the right side of his face before eating an entire bag of Doritos and passing out on the floor. Bender keeps them for the entire day anyways.