AN: This takes place after the episode called "Baptiste." I don't know if I'm going to stick to the following episodes after it if they contradict my story. But they haven't so far, so that's good! Anyhoo, I got this idea from something Baptiste said, and I just decided to run with it. Hope you enjoy. This is going to be just in longish drabble form. I think. We'll see how it goes.
Oh yeah, right. Disclaimer: I don't own anything that isn't mine. this story doesn't contain slash. It doesn't contain incest. It doesn't contain adult scenes. It contains little, if any, coarse language. So basically, rated because I'm paranoid.
PS -it's kinda short, but hey, it's sooner than most of them have been! :) more hopefully coming soon.
Someone was poking his arm. Guerrero woke up and opened his eyes to see Cindy staring down at him.
"I have to go to school," she said.
Kids. Why did they have to be so danged on top of things? He put his glasses on and looked at the clock. 7 AM. "Get all the way ready, and I'll try to wake up by then."
She sighed and left.
He groaned and got up.
Cindy hunted up a cereal box and made herself breakfast. She was searching for the milk when Chance walked in the door, hot and sweaty from a run.
"How come you don't take Carmine on your runs?" she asked him, retrieving the milk from the back of the refrigerator.
"Oh, he can't keep up with me," Chance said, wiping his forehead. "Isn't that right, buddy?" The dog panted happily, knowing someone was talking about him and thumped his tail against his bed.
"You need to go to the grocery store," Cindy informed him. She had used almost all the milk.
"Uh huh," he said absentmindedly.
"You're not listening, are you?"
"What?" he asked, blinking.
"Thought so," she muttered, digging into her cereal.
Guerrero appeared in the kitchen, pulling a long-sleeved burgundy shirt over his black t-shirt and jeans. He yawned.
"Morning," Chance remarked with a smile.
"It certainly is," Guerrero said, tucking his shirt in. "Where do you hide your coffee maker, dude?"
"I'll show you," Chance said.
Cindy watched them with squinted eyes. She squinted a lot. Especially when reading. I think I need glasses.
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