Poppycock
PART II
'So!' Archie walked through the door, a a bag full of DVDs in his arms. 'You've seen all the classics so I brought TV shows. 24 ... Are You Being Served? ... Crime Scene Analysts...'
'Archie, you can't over-watch classics.'
Archie set down his load at the end of the bed and smiled at Greg. His smile was teasing. 'How many times have you watched Star Wars?'
'Fourteen. ...Unless we're counting separate viewings for a movie,' and Greg raised his brows in question.
'We're not.' Pulling a chair over, Archie took a seat. 'But I'll let you win that one: I'll bring in Star Wars next time.'
Greg sulked from his spot under the covers. 'Everyone's going to be "letting me win" while I'm stuck in bed, aren't they.' He shifted very slightly and cast a suspicious eye Archie's way.
'It's because you're lovable, Greg.'
'...I thought I was annoying.'
'You are,' Archie conceded. 'But you're lovable, which is why nobody's skewered you with pitchforks.'
Greg mindfully twitched his shoulder in an effort at a shrug. 'I'd probably prefer sporks, myself.' Archie gave him a Look – leaning forward, hand frozen in the bag, expression between Where are his meds? and I think I'm impressed – so he elaborated.
'Well, I was thinking of epitaphs, and "Whoops, I meant NaNO3!" is cool, but wouldn't it be awesome to be able to say, "I was done in by a spork?"' He yawned. 'You know, just a thought.'
'...Right. Greg, where do you keep your medication?'
Greg made a face. 'I'll pass.'
Archie slipped a disc into his laptop and settled in the chair. He propped his legs up on the bed and smiled. 'You do that, Greggo. I'm going to watch CSA.'
Greg yawned again. 'Addict,' he muttered.
Archie poked his foot.
Author: jagter se maan
Status: Complete
Series: Poppycock (Part II)