Slightly: Two-Bits has decided that she is, in fact going to mutilate--ahem, I mean tie these ficlets together and form some sort of plot.
Good boy. Alright, now do it.
Slightly: No.
Do. It.
Slightly: ((sigh)) We read, we chew (on cookies), you read, you review!
"Mush...What happened to my Cocoa Puffs?" Kid Blink Williams asked, staring, dumbfounded, at the cabinet, which was empty of the item he was looking for. He glanced, suspiciously, over at his roommate, who was reading one of those Chicken Soup for the Whoever's Soul books. Mush Meyers didn't look up, but a guilty smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"I definitely didn't eat them, that's for sure..."
"MUSH! You ate my Cocoa Puffs?!" Blink yelped, looking horrified. Mush looked up and made a point of rolling his eyes at his Cocoa-Puffs-obsessed friend, then returned to his book.
"There's an un-opened bag of Chocolate Balls in the cabinet," he said, flipping a page. Kid Blink looked disgusted at the very thought, and sunk into a the chair next to Mush, seemingly in trauma.
"Chocolate Balls? Chocolate Balls?! I can't eat those! Those are disgraceful!" he exclaimed, mellow-dramatically, waving his hands for dramatic effect, which he stopped, abruptly, when he knocked over his half-drunk glass of orange juice. Mush rolled his eyes, inwardly.
"Blink, they taste exactly the same."
There was a moment of silence; Blink couldn't think up a reply. Instead, he reached across the table for a napkin, and his hand paused, as he examined the book Mush was pouring over. It was laid flat, so Kid Blink couldn't see the cover, but he knew it was a Chicken Soup book. That's all Mush ever read these days, and it worried him.
Mush had been acting weird for two weeks. He'd started by giving Blink this weird, nervous look every time he caught his eyes. Blink had worried for a week about whether Mush had figured out his secret. Blink had a huge crush on Mush, but he was always worried Mush would freak out. However, after a week, or so, Mush relaxed, and everything went back to normal, except for those blasted Chicken Soup books.
"Mush, whatcha' readin'?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Chicken Soup for the Fag's Soul."
There was a second awkward silence. Blink's eyes widened, and he wondered whether this was one of his Mush fantasies again. But he could feel the orange juice seeping into his shirt where his stomach was pressed against the table, and he knew it was real.
His fingers twitched, and he looked at his hand. Mush's eyes had not lifted from his book. Rather, they were firmly staring at the book, not moving, just waiting for his reaction. Thus, he did not realize that Blink's fingers were centimeters away from his.
Blink slowly reached over and slid his upturned palm underneath Mush's and weaved his fingers through his room mate's. Mush looked up, surprise and hope in his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. They widened as Blink leaned over and pulled him into a kiss. Sighing in relief at finally being able to kiss Mush, Blink raised his other hand and buried it in the dark curls. Mush smiled against his lips and kissed back, sucking on Blink's lower lip.
Maybe he could live with chocolate balls.