Author's Note: Okay, honestly. Blake and Nellie were my original pairing. But you've got to appreciate Nellie and Michael's friendship. They're the best friend type couple. Ugh, so jealous right now.

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Of Peanut Butter and Milkshakes

"Honestly, dude, I seriously think you should just grab her and kiss her," Blake turned his head to face Michael, who was sitting on the desk chair with his head in his hands. Blake sat up on his bed to say, "You know, wham bam thank you ma'am."

Michael choked on his words, incensed by what Blake had just suggested. But after hours of talking and hours talking for the past few weeks, it was starting to get to Blake. Besides, Nellie talked about him like crazy, too. As if her talking to Shanna wasn't enough, she needed a guy's opinion on this. And apparently, Blake was the only other guy she cared to tell. Sometimes he hated being a best friend.

"How can you just say that?" Michael asked, offended. He looked up at Blake with panicked eyes. For almost two months, Michael was obsessing over becoming something more with Nellie. But he wasn't sure if she had been single for long enough. He wasn't sure if he was going to be a rebound. He wasn't sure if he even minded.

"Because you're a guy, Michael," Blake sighed, frustrated. He ran a hand over his hair as he leaned back on to his wall. Michael imitated him, then looked up at the ceiling. Continuing, Blake said, "And you know, you've got..needs."

"Thank you, Dad!" Michael blushed.

"I'm just saying!" Blake felt his face go hot as well. He shrugged, "She's been single long enough, trust me. Besides, she wanted to break up with him much sooner than she actually did. Nellie's been virtually single for the past half year. And she's got needs, too."

"Blake!"

"I'm just saying!" Blake smiled now. Michael threw the pillow he was hugging at Blake, who caught it easily. Michael left soon after, having to go home for dinner. But their conversation didn't leave his mind. It ran through his head until Monday rolled along and they picked up Nellie on the way to school. It ran through his mind in Chemistry on Wednesday, when they were disecting a frog. It ran through his mind even as Nellie walked ahead of him.

Michael was hardly trying to resist as her tiny hands clasped his and pulled him along. She pushed the door with her butt, still smiling mischievously. He groaned, knowing this was probably not going to end up well.

"I'm pretty sure we shouldn't be here," Michael tried telling her but Nellie just laughed and dragged him in further.

"Michael, we've been to the kitchens more than we go to actual class," Nellie threw her hand up to emphasise her nonchalant remark. The head chef rolled his eyes at the two but smiled in an amused way. Only for the those two and their blonde haired friend would he allow into his kitchen. The chef noticed their entwined hands and his eyes sparkled merrily. Ah, young love.

"Just because we have a free block does not mean we're supposed to take advantage of the substitute," Michael told Nellie. Her hands left his and he missed the warmth. But she bent down, searching a lower cupboard for something. He was suddenly not so worried as she arched it up, peanut butter in her hands.

"Of course we're supposed to take advantage of the situation," Nellie retorted, affectionately. She still rummaged in all the drawers until she had everything she needed. Turning to him, she said, "I'm starved, so why can't we just live a little?"

Setting them out on the table, Nellie asked Michael to find the blender. They stood side by side, looking at the assortment of items. Two very long straws were beside spoons. There was a jar of peanut butter beside a glass big enough to be a small vase. A pack of marshmallows lay unopened. And finally, there was the huge tub of vanilla ice cream.

"I feel like this is a really bad idea," Michael noted as they stared down at the ingredients. He put his lip to the side, worried. But Nellie just punched his arm, gently.

"It'll taste amazing... I think," Nellie reassured him, although she wasn't so sure herself. It was much easier to make a vanilla milkshake, but the peanut butter was in honour of her boys: The Peanut Butter Brothers. And she was their milkshake for obvious reasons.

"Everybody loves milkshakes," Michael couldn't hide his amused smile as he remembered their conversation a year back. Nellie blushed but managed a wry smile before turning to the blender.

Grabbing a big spoon, Nellie dug into the ice cream and put a large chunk in the blender. Unsure of how much peanut butter to use, Nellie scraped off half the jar, Michael muttering about the percentage of cholesterol. She rolled her eyes and told him that he didn't have to worry about getting fat as she added a little bit more of the ice cream. Michael was leaning back on to the counter, watching her as she measured just a little bit of milk.

"Wait, Nellie-" Michael tried to stop her and moved in closer but Nellie wasn't listening. She pressed the highest level on the blender and within seconds they were both splattered with bits of cold ice cream. She gasped as she turned the damn thing off, feeling the ice cream on her cheek. Sighing, Michael continued, "You forgot to put the lid on."

"Yes, I think I realise that now," Nellie snapped. But she looked up at Michael and started laughing. He joined in as he saw parts of her face splattered with vanilla and chunky peanut butter. They stayed that way for a few minutes, until a lot of the vanilla had fallen and melted off.

"Here, let me," Michael whispered as Nellie put her hands to her face to wipe of the mess with a wet napkin. His fingers rubbed out the worst of it. Then he took a small bit and tasted it. Nellie's eyes widened as she saw his finger disappear into his mouth. He shrugged because it still tasted good.

Taking another napkin, she did the same to Michael's dirty cheeks, running a gentle finger over his nose. He watched her as she bit her lip, moving in closer. After a few moments, she stepped away but he grabbed her hand and she looked back.

"Missed a spot," Michael pointed to the top of his lip, where just a dot of peanut butter rested. Smiling, Nellie rose on her tiptoes and placed her mouth of his, licking away the peanut butter. He smiled, gripping her hips and pulled her in close. She had to admit that it really did taste good, coming from his lips.

They swayed on the spot and he leaned back on the counted, taking her with him. She stood between his legs as their kiss deepened. Then after a few minutes she pulled away, blushing. Pointing to the blender she mentioned, "The ice cream's melting."

Chuckling, Michael found the lid to the blender and placed it on top. He held on to the cover as he pressed the on button. Nellie watched in wonder, amazed at how everything mixed together.

"What would I do without you?" Nellie smiled, still staring at the mixture.

"Wipe your own face," Michael said. She rolled her eyes at his literal comment and he laughed, smiling down at her. They settled on to the bar stools as he poured the drink into the glass. She sprinkled a few small marshmallows on top of the concoction, popping one into his waiting mouth. While he chewed, Michael said, "Go ahead and taste it."

"We both should," Nellie said, looking down at the glass. It wasn't that appealing and she could still see bits of peanut butter. But Michael took one straw and she took another. Their noses touched as they both sipped the milkshake.

It tasted like vanilla. And the peanut butter got stuck inside the straw. Michael started laughing as Nellie groaned, just another one of her failed plans. He gave her a soup spoon and they ate the half-liquid substance while Michael did his regular "I told you so" speech.

"It tastes good though," Michael reassured her. Her nose crinkled as she eyed the peanut butter jar. Opening the lid, Nellie stuck a finger inside, ignoring Michael's complains about hygiene and how nobody would be able to use that peanut butter but her. He would have said more but she ran her peanut butter finger over his bottom lip, quieting him.

"It tastes good, but you taste better," Nellie whispered, mischief in her eyes. Leaning towards him, she placed her lips right where the peanut butter was, sucking at his bottom lip.

They didn't pull away until the bell rang, signalling that their last class was over. She was flushed and he pressed one last chaste kiss on her lips as they rushed out of the kitchen. They waved at the head chef, who was sitting on a cafeteria table with one of the assistants. He winked at the couple, amused at their guilty faces.

They ran to get their bags from the library, sneaking in after their class left. Giggling like children, they raced down the halls, holding hands. Blake was leaning against his red convertible, on the phone, when he finally spotted them.

"There you are, I've been trying to call you. Did you two spend the whole block hooking up, or what?" Blake asked. Then noticing their flushed faces, he made a grossed out noise and put his hand in a stop sign. "Don't answer that and just get in. I don't want to be late for my date tonight."

Still smiling, Nellie let Michael open the passenger door for her. He bowed then shut the door behind her, jumping into the back seat. Blake rolled his eyes, then shot Nellie a look for the jar of peanut butter she was holding. She merely shook her head, biting her lip. "Party Rock Anthem" started playing on the radio and Blake started the car.

"We made a milkshake but we failed," Nellie finally blurted out. She held up the jar, explaining. Blake laughed.

"There was peanut butter flavoured ice cream in the kitchen fridge that you could have used," Blake told the two. Michael groaned from the backseat. That would have made their lives a lot easier.

"But it wouldn't have been as fun," Nellie defended her mistake. Michael smiled and agreed, it would not have been as fun. Musing, Nellie turned back to look at Michael, who rose an eyebrow at the look in her eyes. Smiling, she said, "We should make milkshakes more."

The car slowed to a stop in front of Nellie's house and she stepped out. Michael moved in front catching her hand as he shut the back door. Sitting down in the passenger, Michael leaned out as Nellie bent down to their level. His mouth found her ear and his breath tickled her neck as he whispered,

"What time do I pass by your yard?"