This was only ever meant to be a one-shot. But Shabaz said in his/her review that it would be nice if this were extended. I didn't pay attention to it then but then I got an idea. Making this a twoshot

This simply takes place straight after what happens in the first chapter. One again a weird-ish ending. I may make it a threeshot and leave it at that if I get a good response. But I would need an idea. If not, I can live.

Disclaimer: You read "Disclaimer?" Good, you no blindy. XD

p.s) a tiny tiny touch of bad language...oops?

Strawberry Milkshake

This was a very disturbing sight.

I mean I may love Jesse as much as the next person but this was taking the piss.

I stirred my strawberry milkshake, taking a sip. Jesse was standing near the work top with his back facing towards me.

"Pea-nut. Peanut butter and jelly! Pea-nut. Peanut butter and jelly. You slop it on the bread and you smear it. You smear it," Jesse sang as he wiggled his butt every few seconds. I groaned inwardly and turned away.

I may have mentioned this before but this was a very disturbing sight.

Trust me, you do not want to be hearing and seeing what I was hearing and seeing.

Oh the horror.

"Querida where do you keep the jelly?" Jesse asked. I snapped out of my self-indulging daydream of being at the spa and having a lovely massage and…

"Fridge. Third shelf," I muttered.

"Gotcha," and Jesse made his way over to the fridge, humming a tune.

He returned back to the worktop with four jars of jelly in his arms all with different flavours.

What?

It's safe to say that I am totally unlike my step-brothers.

"You slop it on the bread and you smear it! You smear it," he continued singing. The live-new-and-improved Jesse was kind of scary at times…

Jesse grabbed a plate and bought his sandwich to where I was sitting. I could see that he had indeed mixed strawberry, blackberry and peach jelly into one.

"What? You're neglecting the cherry jelly?" I asked him as I pointed to his sandwich.

"Spike's allergic to it," he muttered.

Spike? What does this have to do with Spike?

Why doesn't he just go and freakin' marry the gigantic fur ball?

I swallowed my anger and continued to sip my milkshake.

We were back in my room and I was finally getting some justice.

Jesse was nibbling my ear gently and that was driving me crazy. He whispered something in Spanish to me and I made a mental note to check it up on an online dictionary.

Yeah, Like there's going to be any chance that I was going to remember it till then.

I heard a low growl from somewhere to my right but I ignored it.

Nothing could stop me now!

Okay...ewww.

The growling continued followed by a sharp meow.

I groaned inwardly. Does that thing have nowhere to be on a Friday night?

Like the cat bar?

Or something like that…

Are his only interests annoying me 24-7?

Jesse moved away from me and turned towards the thing.

"It's hungry," Jesse whispered almost lovingly.

Oh pass me a bucket.

"You don't suppose you have any strawberry milkshake left? Strawberry is his favourite,"

I stared at him for 3 seconds.

And toppled off my bed.

Short-ish and normal-ish. Didn't turn out like I wanted but oh well. Please review. I just want to know what you think and be C.R.I.T.I.C.A.L.

Goodie.

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