Drabble 4
Rot
Julian was typing quickly on his phone, Logan was banging his head against the wall of their attic.
"We are living up to the stereotype," Logan said between bangs, while his head throbbed and he tried to think straight.
"Stop doing that," Julian said absently, scrolling through the Google search results with his finger.
"I hate stereotypes," Logan said, doing as Julian said and slumping against the wall instead. He sat right in a spider web. "Oh, gross." He stood up quickly, wiping off his jeans. "That is disgusting." He made a face, and then realized what he was doing and made even more of a face.
He tore at his cheeks with his fingers. "I am such a stereotypical gay," he said tragically.
Julian just nodded, and then his eyes lit up as he found a good website.
"Okay here it says that to prevent rot in your floorboards you should-"
He was cut off by Logan's arms circling around him. He almost dropped the phone as he looked up and saw brilliantly green eyes right in front of his.
"Do you think I'm a stereotype?" Logan asked.
Julian could see that this was really bothering Logan, so he pocketed the phone and wrapped his arms around Logan in return.
"Yes, I do, but everyone is part of some stereotype. That's why there are stereotypes. You have to realize there's a reason for them." He smirked. "But why do you worry that you're a stereotype at this very moment?"
"Because you and I can't figure out how to fix our house," Logan said sadly.
Julian laughed. "And you think any other guy can do that? That's why there are plumbers and technicians and all those people. They spent years figuring it out so the rest of us don't have to know."
Logan smiled. "So we're just stereotypical humans?"
"Yup."