A/N: So... I was writing the 7th chapter of Orlando when I got distracted and started browsing tumblr. Got this idea from this picture. LINK:
h t t p : / stalloccupied . tumblr . com / post / 11642488033 / elder-price-suspects-elder-mckinley-didnt-really
It's by stalloccupied and it's amazing and you should see it and reblog and like and follow him/her (or whatever it is tumblr people like…) because it's so cute! Onto the fic!
Summary: Elder Price suspects Elder McKinley didn't really sprain his ankle... (What the picture says… seriously, it's not mine. I hope I'm not breaking any rules or anything…)
Takes place somewhere in Uganda. MCPRICELY NOT ESTABLISHED
"Ow, ow, ow. It hurts!"
"Calm down Elder McKinley, can you walk?"
"I'll try… OW!"
"I'll take that as a no."
"Elder McKinley, are you gonna be okay?"
"I think so, Poptarts, don't worry. I just can't walk."
"Elder Price, do something!"
"Why do I have to do something? It's just a sprained ankle!"
"I CAN'T WALK OVER HERE!"
"Okay, okay, calm down. Elder Price, you carry him."
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"But why do I have to?"
"Because, you're the strongest."
"Are you calling me fat, Arnold?"
"Not at all Elder McKinley, it's just that, I definitely can't carry you and Poptarts is just a bit scrawny."
"Hey!"
"Well, he's right, you are."
"Thanks Elder Price. You're a good friend."
"Anytime!"
"Hello! I'm still down here! Someone help me up please?"
"Go ahead Elder Price, you're the strongest."
"Fine."
"You have to carry him."
"I don't want to carry him!"
"I'm right here you know."
"It's not that I don't want to carry you, Elder McKinley. It's just that I don't usually carry people."
"Well you will today, Elder Price."
"Fine."
"Don't complain. I feel like a damsel in distress."
"Technically, you are a damsel in distress."
"Thanks Elder Cunningham."
"Anytime!"
"Just get comfortable Elder McKinley, we'll be back in about a half an hour."
"Oh, I'm very comfortable."
"I'm not."
"Shut up Elder Price. How about now?"
"Yeah a bit."
"What did you do?"
"Look at my arms."
"Well now you really look like a damsel in distress."
"Thanks Poptarts."
"Anytime!"
"Are you both okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Since my ankle is elevated now, I can hardly feel the pain!"
"And, even though I'm carrying dead-weight-"
"Hey!"
"-I'm fine. You're actually pretty light, Elder McKinley."
"Why thank you!"
"Elder McKinley, why do you look so happy?"
"Um… well Elder Cunningham, I just sprained my ankle and now I have someone nice and strong to carry me back to headquarters. That'd make anyone happy!"
"Oh for the love of-"
"Deal with it Kevin."
...
"Not long now you guys."
"Great, my feet are getting tired."
"Mine aren't!"
"That's because I'm carrying you."
"Elder Price, do you think I can get on your back? My feet are tired too."
"Absolutely not, Elder Cunningham."
"Finally! We're here. I'll go tell the other guys that we need the doctor. Hang in there Elder McKinley."
"Thanks Poptarts!"
"You can let me go now, Elder Price."
"Oh, right."
"Hey! You're standing just fine!"
"I guess I am, Elder Cunningham."
"Can you walk?"
"Just fine."
"Did you really sprain your ankle?"
"Of course I did, Elder Price. I guess it just passed…"
"Sprained ankles don't 'just pass.'"
"Mine did."
"I'm starting to think you didn't really sprain your ankle."
"Now why would you think that?"
"Because you're smiling."
"I am not."
"Not anymore."
"I really did hurt my ankle."
"When did it stop hurting?"
"Not important."
"Did I just carry you for half a mile for no reason?"
"…"
"Elder McKinley!"
A/N: I was going to make a Thanksgiving one about being thankful and everything but… this happened instead…. Am I a bad person?
I already know the answer to that XD
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! (Unless you're not in America and you don't celebrate Thanksgiving then… happy November 24th!)
Time to eat!
I realized that I didn't thank LEXIRENT97for reviewing two chapters ago. What the hell is wrong with me... anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU'RE SO AWESOME AND AMAZING AND SUPERMEGAFOXYAWESOMEHOT! (It's a word...)
