I know what you're thinking, why bother to continue a story I haven't touched for months, right? Well, I never said I was done! Did I? Well, I'm sorry either way, and I understand if people have given up on this fic...This is a prompt someone sent me MONTHS ago, and I'm getting to them as soon as I can. You can still send me prompts, I love when you do, although I have to say, the more vague you are the easier it is on me. Instead of "oak trees" send me "plants" or instead of a specific restaurant I may not have even heard of before, just send me "eating out" and the like, it gives me more creative license, which makes them easier to write. And I may be slow to getting to them, but I should get to each of them given enough time. heh.
Love you all, and I'm sorry to my lovelies who I feel like I've abandoned, especially cybale. I just finally got your message about this fic after all this time and it inspired me to write, so she should really be thanked for this.
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Prompt: Walking, Complaining, T-Shirts
"You know what I'd love to be doing right now?" Sean asked, shielding his eyes from the sun, scanning the people around them for their other group of friends.
"What?" Tony asked, half rolling his eyes at his boyfriend, knowing the next thing to come out of his mouth would be a complaint. Sean was usually relatively good about keeping his mouth shut when it came to whining and complaints, but that's all he'd done since they arrived at the college campus in which was hosting the "Walk for Epilepsy" that year. Tony participated every year and thought it would be nice, and somewhat humbling, to bring his boyfriend to participate in something meaningful for a change.
"Not be here." he stated, his fingers still attempting to create shade for his eyes as he attempted to empty his Converse sneaker for the sixth time in ten minutes, balancing on one foot and shaking the shoe at the same time.
"Oh be quiet and care about someone other than yourself for once in your life..." Tony stated, although there was no malice in his voice. He knew Sean cared about other people, and was not against the idea of this fundraiser because he didn't want to help, he just didn't want to have to walk.
"I do care, which is why I suggested that I go and sell things over at the concession stand, or sell raffle tickets, or donate money, or...or do something in which would not involve movement in the hot sun." he stated, grimacing as he tried to roll up his pant leg and form some semblance of shorts.
As much as Tony hated to admit it, he almost understood why his boyfriend didn't want to walk at this point, when they first got there it had been relatively temperate, but the heat was rising fast as the overcast clouds were leaving, and an unbearably hot June day was rapidly approaching, "Well, it's only like three miles, I think you'll live." Tony stated and wiped the sweat from his brow before they even began.
Finally, the Italian spotted a familiar face and gestured for Sean to follow him over to where Jack was standing underneath a tent, signing the registration paper, "Hey, Jack, ready to start?" Tony asked, patting him on the back.
Jack looked up from his paper with a grin, "Yep, I'm just getting my number..." he then turned to Sean, "I'm surprised to see you here."
"I didn't have a choice..." Sean stated, glaring at his boyfriend, who stuck his tongue out at him.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, there's free food and you get a t-shirt..." Jack stated, laughing as he saw Sean's eyes brighten up at the prospect of free things.
"Really?" he asked, looking around.
"Yeah, over at that other tent..." Jack pointed to a tent across the way a bit.
As Sean walked away, Tony shook his head, "Sometimes I feel like you know him better than I do..." they laughed as they signed in, making sure to grab tag number sixty-nine for Sean just to piss him off.
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