Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2010 4:18:49 GMT -5
Inspired by CB's comment on orinoccoflow's 'POP!' Thanks Ori, for letting me write this!
“I’m hungry,” Damian moaned as he stretched out on the couch of the tour bus.
Paul raised his eyebrow in his infamous way. “All right,” He put down his book. “Keith, what did you do with Damian?”
“I’m a growing boy!” He countered. “I need food…I need Keith not to STEAL my food.”
“No, I suppose that doesn’t do you any good dos it?” He laughed. “Or is that how you stay so…” He took in the boys lanky stature. “How shall we say, fit?”
“Bah!” He covered his face. “Byrom!” He commanded. “Make something!”
“Fine,” Paul had a mischievous grin. “But not for you!”
“That’s cruel and inhumane!” Damian yelled after him.
“Would you have it any other way?” Paul cried back from the kitchenette with a grin. He scoured the cabinet before finding the perfect snackage.
Popcorn!
He stuck it in the microwave, setting the timer for four minutes before heading back to the couch. “So Dameo,” He plopped down on the seat. “What’cha been up to on this fine promo tour?”
“Well, I….” Damian stopped and sniffed the air. “What is that?”
“What?” Paul questioned.
“It smells like bu-oh my gosh! FIRE!”
“What?!?!” Paul jumped up and looked back to the microwave. “Oh my gosh!” smoke was pouring from it. “Get the fire extinguisher!”
“Where?!”
“Somewhere!” Paul yanked open the door of the burning machine and sighed. “Never mind Damo. No fire…just….” He looked at the black powder that used be edible. “…ash.”
When Damian saw the demolished contraption and the ruined food, he couldn’t keep from laughing. “And what’s so funny?!” Paul scowled.
“I’m SO putting this on twitter!” The boy whipped out his phone.
“Anything but that!” He pleaded. “I’ll…I’ll make you food every day for the rest of the week!”
Damian halted mid tweet and looked to the burnt out microwave. “…yeah. Cause I really wanna eat what you cook!”
He pressed send.
THE END
“I’m hungry,” Damian moaned as he stretched out on the couch of the tour bus.
Paul raised his eyebrow in his infamous way. “All right,” He put down his book. “Keith, what did you do with Damian?”
“I’m a growing boy!” He countered. “I need food…I need Keith not to STEAL my food.”
“No, I suppose that doesn’t do you any good dos it?” He laughed. “Or is that how you stay so…” He took in the boys lanky stature. “How shall we say, fit?”
“Bah!” He covered his face. “Byrom!” He commanded. “Make something!”
“Fine,” Paul had a mischievous grin. “But not for you!”
“That’s cruel and inhumane!” Damian yelled after him.
“Would you have it any other way?” Paul cried back from the kitchenette with a grin. He scoured the cabinet before finding the perfect snackage.
Popcorn!
He stuck it in the microwave, setting the timer for four minutes before heading back to the couch. “So Dameo,” He plopped down on the seat. “What’cha been up to on this fine promo tour?”
“Well, I….” Damian stopped and sniffed the air. “What is that?”
“What?” Paul questioned.
“It smells like bu-oh my gosh! FIRE!”
“What?!?!” Paul jumped up and looked back to the microwave. “Oh my gosh!” smoke was pouring from it. “Get the fire extinguisher!”
“Where?!”
“Somewhere!” Paul yanked open the door of the burning machine and sighed. “Never mind Damo. No fire…just….” He looked at the black powder that used be edible. “…ash.”
When Damian saw the demolished contraption and the ruined food, he couldn’t keep from laughing. “And what’s so funny?!” Paul scowled.
“I’m SO putting this on twitter!” The boy whipped out his phone.
“Anything but that!” He pleaded. “I’ll…I’ll make you food every day for the rest of the week!”
Damian halted mid tweet and looked to the burnt out microwave. “…yeah. Cause I really wanna eat what you cook!”
He pressed send.
THE END