A Drabble A Day #23: Television
"I wish I had a screwdriver like that. Zappin' stuff all the time." Claude pretended to shoot imaginary lasers at the TV. "That would be so much fun."
Peter frowned at the screen, puzzled. "Why didn't he just go ahead and kill the aliens while they were still there?"
"They teleported away, he wouldn't harm them unless they attacked."
"Okay, but what's that stuff that keeps coming out of his mouth?"
"Weren't you paying attention, stupid? I told you, it's vortex energy!"
"I'm just confused, that's all!" said Peter defiantly. "I'm not into shows like this. Sci-fi isn't my thing."
Claude snorted. "Funny, consindering you're the embodiment of every nerd's superhero dream."
"Yeah but-" Peter was interrupted when the phone rang. "I'll be right back." He pointed the remote at the television, pausing the DVD. When he walked away, Claude unpaused it, watching the main character of the show collapse after warning his friends about pilot fish.
Peter returned a few minutes later, plopping down on the couch and wearing a somber but worried expression.
"What's up? Somethin' happen?"
"That was Nathan," Peter replied. "He wants me over for dinner tomorrow. And... sorry, but you can't come with me."
"What?!" Claude stared in disbelief.
"I'm sorry. You can't meet him. Not yet."
A/N: Another double drabble. Cookies for you if you know what show they're watching! ;) And ooh, what's this? Dinner at Nathan's house? What will happen?!