Drabbles five and six for you guys. I loathe uploading less than a hundred words. So if my drabbles end up being less than that, then I may end up publishing two or three at time. Again, these are in no way related to any of the others posted or each other. So please read and enjoy.
"Alvin, I think we should talk about what you told me the other day," Simon suggested as they both headed downstairs, Simon mainly following Alvin.
"Have you tried Theodore's cobbler yet?" Alvin asked as he entered the kitchen.
"Alvin, I really need to get this off my chest, if you'll let me," Simon pressed, leaning against the table.
Alvin rummaged through the refrigerator for a moment. "Ooh! He also made shrimp Alfredo and...I hate Brussels sprouts." Alvin's grimace clear in his tone. He took out the cobbler and shrimp Alfredo.
"Alvin, come on. Please?" Simon tossed his arms out briefly before folding them over his chest.
"This sure looks good, Si. Sure you don't want some?"
Simon frowned. "Alvin, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!"
"And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"
...AATC...
Alvin grumbled furiously as he and Simon walked home from school. Theodore was with Eleanor, no surprise there.
"Alvin, calm down," Simon cautioned lightly.
"He's lucky it's the weekend tomorrow. But come Monday, if he says even one wrong word..." Alvin huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"I'm sure he won't. You shook him up pretty bad earlier."
"Yeah, well just in case: are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Alvin looked over at Simon.
"Yes."
Alvin frowned, looking ahead. "Well...what if I broke his nose a little?"
Simon bit his lip to stifle his smile and urge to laugh, shaking his head.