Title: 100 Compliments

Author: Emo Barbie

Disclaimer: Yes, yes. Emo Barbie does not own. And will not ever. Just remember that and everything will be fine and dandy okay?

Extra: Back to the Lost Compliment p2! Here ya go! This is right after they leave the club ^^ So still back in Vacation! Enjoy!

-=-=-=100 Compliments: LOST COMPLIMENT part 2: Compliment 81=-=-=-

Dr Cox and J.D trudged down the road. The club hadn't been to far from their hotel so they had walked. However now, the younger male was regretting it. The bag of clothes that were slung on his arm held the clothes he had left in and walking in those had been easier. But now he had on a mesh top and a pair of skinny jeans, and to his annoyance it was extremely cold out. Dr Cox on the other hand was both content on walking as well as content in ignoring the other completely.

"I don't see why you're so upset! He didn't know!" J.D felt bad. He had left Dr Cox for an instant to go and grab another drink and when he had returned everyone was staring at the poor male that lay sprawled out cold on the dance floor.

"What did you do?" J.D had ran up to Dr Cox who turned a glare onto his for accusing him like it was his fault.

"He deserved it! I'm not gay! I have no interest in some stranger coming up on me!" He snapped. "This is exactly why I don't go clubbing." The older doctor stepped over the unconcious body and headed towards the door. "We're leaving." Had been all he had said.

And it seemed that the other's mood hadn't changed since they had left.

"You know you could have just told him. There was no need to be violent. After all you were on the dance floor still..."

"That's only because you left me." Dr Cox snapped at the other with a heated glare. He was in no mood to hear anything from the other, but of course J.D didn't exactly seem to catch that.

"So? That didn't mean you had to stand there! You could have gone back to the table or something."

Dr Cox sighed before running a hand through his hair. He knew it was his fault...he just didn't want to admit it.

"So..." J.D tried desperately to change the subject. "What do you think of my outfit? You never said anything earlier." J.D once again motioned down to his outfit and Dr Cox studied him for a moment.

"Their Clothes, Newbie." Dr Cox waved him off.

"What?" J.D huffed following after the other. "The least you could say is "You look nice" Or something!" He began nagging the other.

Dr Cox gritted his teeth. He took back what he said earlier. The other might not look that much like a girl, but he sure as hell acted like it. "It's nice..." Dr Cox growled out between clenched teeth before a smirk crossed his lips and he turned to look at the other. "Yeah...It's really nice that you can wear tight jeans without that unsightly bulge in the crotch that most men have."

"That is so not a compliment!" J.D snapped at him.

"Why yes it is." Dr Cox grinned. "It's a backhanded Compliment. But a compliment none the less."

J.D glared at the other as he followed after him. "Why is it that is just seems all your compliments are backhanded?" He grumbled to himself.

"Probably because they are." The still smirking Dr Cox stated. Sure maybe J.D's self esteem might have just fallen quite a drop but as he looked up at the smirking Dr Cox he couldn't help the small tug of a smile. Cause even if the compliment was meant to hurt him, it sure cheered the older male up.

Author's Note: Once again, I greatly apologize. But I shall be up and running again in no time...when I actually start getting inspired to write the fanfics again. I believe the lack of inspiration is why these actually do to my failure. Sorry.

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