"Ow. Hangover. Ow," Turbo muttered, grabbing the pillow beside him and shoving it over his aching head as the natural sunshine seemed to viciously attack him. "Dammit, Felix, close the damn curtains!" He immediately regretted yelling as his head pounded even more.

"Well, I'm sorry, Turbo, but the curtains have to be open as part of the game," Felix apologised in a whisper. Turbo was grateful for that even as he knew that he was only whispering so nobody would know that he had someone else in his room.

"Fine. I guess I'll go over to Sugar Rush," the ex-racer sighed, sitting up and groaning as his stomach protested.

The bathroom, too, still looked the same. As did the toilet bowl. And the floor. Oh, the floor was nice and cool.

"Are you just going to lie there all day?" Felix asked, poking his head into the bathroom and biting back a chuckle at the sight of Turbo sprawled on the cool white tiles with his black hair spread around him in a tangled mess.

"Yes. Floor's good," Turbo responded. "I'll just stay here until quitting time, alright? I'll be out of anyone's way at least."

"If you say so," Felix smiled. "You probably haven't got the stomach for food right now but if you're hungry, I'll have Mary leave a pie in the penthouse."

"Thanks," Turbo smiled back at him, and closed his eyes.

It was nice to be on the other side of the building when Felix was fixing it. What Turbo forgot, however, was the whole point of the game- Ralph wrecking the building. So just when he'd dozed off, the building shook and he lost all hope of sleeping off his hangover. It had been his idea to drink so heavily, yes, but that didn't make the pounding in his head any less painful.

"Knock it off, wreck-it," he growled, but finally got to his feet after the building shook a few more times. Muttering angrily under his breath, Turbo left the building and darted across the grass behind it to the train station. It wasn't like he'd be caught when the game day was on, right? Just as long as he kept away from the tracks...

To his great relief, Turbo made his way to the ice cream-themed track without being spotted by any racers or residents. Finding a stray wafer, he sat down on it and began scooping ice cream into his mouth with his hands. He had to remember to bring a spoon with him next time. Somehow, the ice cream made him feel happy at the same time as it made him sad. And then he remembered why.

Fix-it Felix Jr, circa 1980

It was never really clear whose idea it was to get ice cream. But what was crystal clear was that Felix and Turbo had made their way up to the penthouse and were sitting cross-legged facing each other with a tub of ice cream and two spoons between them.

"Y'know, I've never tried this before," Turbo commented, opening the lid on the round container and flicking it away to land somewhere. Felix watched as it landed ice-cream-side down on one of the couches that usually furnished the penthouse. Meanwhile, Turbo dug his spoon into the cold, white dessert and promptly shoved it into his mouth.

"You're supposed to only eat small spoonfuls," Felix advised him, chuckling at his friend's foolishness.

"Could've told me before! Fuck, that's cold," Turbo complained, shivering after he swallowed the large spoonful.

"It has 'ice' in its name for a reason," Felix laughed, not even cowering under Turbo's withering glare.

"Well, show me then. Show me how you eat this cold stuff," Turbo demanded like a petulant child. So, laughing, Felix took his own spoonful of ice cream and showed the racer exactly how to properly consume the freezing dessert.

"You take a small spoonful and eat bits of it at a time, using your tongue," Felix instructed.

"Okay," Turbo nodded, though he was still quite unsure. He carefully took a smaller spoonful and then, following Felix's instructions, took his time in eating it. To his surprise, the dessert was sweet. Still cold, but sweet. He smiled at the combination.

"See, it's not that bad," Felix beamed at him.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Turbo commented, scooting closer to him. Nodding, Felix continued eating the dessert as though he'd been eating it for ages. By the look on his face, he was enjoying it. And he looked... cute. Turbo blushed at the thought. Why was he finding it harder and harder to be around his best friend without blushing?

"It's even better if you share it, or so I've heard," Felix commented, breaking into his train of thought. Now he was blushing too, although he called it "the honeyglows".

"Okay," the racer replied softly, and leaned forward to eat the ice cream off Felix's spoon. He looked into Felix's eyes as he did so and he could feel his heart racing as his face heated up even more. And then Felix surprised him even more by placing the spoon back into the half-empty ice cream container and leaning forward to kiss him. Their lips met and Turbo clumsily attempted to kiss him back. He could taste ice cream on the handyman's lips, and they were so soft. He almost felt like he was drowning in this new feeling, a sensation quite foreign to the guy who loved to win so much. But he didn't mind drowning if it was because of this wonderful, overwhelming feeling that made him blush and feel like he could fly.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now," Felix admitted, looking down almost shyly.

"I wanna do it again," Turbo grinned, and did just that. Felix stopped for a few almost painful moments to replace the lid on the ice cream and place both it and the spoons on a coffee table, and then the two of them sat on the couch and kissed for as long as they wanted to.

Ah, so that explained the tears that were now making the ice cream taste saltier than it should. He'd almost forgotten that he'd first become Felix's boyfriend over ice cream. Sure, it had taken a while for them to make it official, but they'd been so good together. Why had he ruined it? Why had he let the glory get to his head? Why hadn't he just been content to stay in his game? Why hadn't he listened to the one guy who was everything right in his life?

"Why are you sitting here crying?" Vanellope's voice finally managed to snap Turbo out of his self-pity.

"Jutht remembering better times," Turbo muttered, sniffling and rubbing his nose on his sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm the president of this game, I don't have to explain things to you," Vanellope scowled at him. "If you really must know, though, I'm getting buckets of ice cream to turn the Diet Cola Hot Springs into a spa."

"Why didn't I think of that before?" Turbo wondered. A nice spa sounded good right about now.

"Maybe because you didn't know it existed because you're not even a part of this game," Vanellope growled at him.

"The fact that I'm alive says otherwise," Turbo smirked, and was rewarded with a bucket full of ice cream being thrown at him. He cried out when it hit his head that was still sore from drinking too much. But all Vanellope did was laugh at his misery.

"Get out of my game," she ordered him quietly but firmly. So, muttering angrily about little presidents being too big for their boots, Turbo left the ice cream region and began the slow trek back into Felix's game. He missed him already and it had only been a day. How was he going to cope if he never got to be Felix's lover again?

I was listening to Clarity and This Is What it Feels Like and so was inspired to add another chapter to this. Clarity is like the theme song of this fic despite the title name and I just really love it. And the memory was inspired by The Other Side by Jason Derulo. I love this ship, I really do.