Post by CelticPrincess24 on Apr 30, 2011 15:18:13 GMT -5
*This is just a oneshot I based off one of Paul's and Damian's tweets. I just changed them up a bit*
~*~ Paul’s POV ~*~
"Today is either a day of celebration or a day of misery. Damian will be here in an hour. I guess I could celebrate until he eats all my food." I said to myself preparring myself for when he did get here.
"Ding Dong!!!!" The doorbell rang out. "He's early! He's never early! Since when is Damian early?!" I said out loud.
"Just a minute!" I called out, sprinting to the door.
"Come on Byrom, these bags are heavy. Me Mum packed them and I think she packed me whole wardrobe!" He cried out through the door.
"Holy luggage!" I exclaimed after opening the door. One, two, three, no four bags were sitting on the floor, with Damian holding two of them, "she did pack your whole wardrobe."
I helped him bring his bags into his room.
~*~ Damian’s POV ~*~
My flight came in early. I decided to take a cab and surprise Paul. I knew he wouldn’t be happy because, since when am I early?
I got out of the cab and looked at all four of my giant bags. Make two trips? Or go the fast way? The fast way won. I had bag under each arm and was holding one in each hand. I looked like a weirdo, but I was being lazy. Finally (after dropping a few bags) I made it to Paul’s room. I rang the doorbell and could hear Paul.
“He’s early! He’s never early! Since when is Damian early?!” he said, I chuckled.
“Come on Byrom quick complaining about how early I am and help me with these bags they're heavy! Me Mum packed them and I think she packed me whole wardrobe,” I said, trying to get him to hurry. He didn’t come fast enough because I dropped all the bags to the floor just before he opened it.
“Holy Luggage!” He practically yelled. As he mentally counted all the bags on the floor, “she did pack your whole wardrobe.”
He helped me with my bags and left me to take a quick shower.
~*~ Ten minutes later ~*~ ~*~ Paul’s POV ~*~
“Finally out of the shower, are we?” I asked him, quirking my eyebrows.
“It was only ten minutes. I could have stayed in MUCH longer!” He said, stressing the word much. He took out his laptop and sat on the couch opposite of me. I had an idea. So I tweeted him. ‘Damian, go in the kitchen and make some tea’ I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at my tweet.
He must have got it; because he gave me this look that said, ‘man you’re weird’ I was still laughing when I got a tweet back from Damian. ‘Byrom, the ffood you were cooking (cough, cough) is burning’ then he was the one laughing.
“I think I will make some tea,” He said, getting up and going into the kitchen. I had my twitter page ready and waiting for this one.
~*~ Damian’s POV ~*~
“Ok, how do I do this?” I asked, myself. Looking for some tea bags. I filled the kettle and put it on the stove and turned it on. I went back to the couch to wait for it to whistle.
When I got back Paul was grinning waiting for a mess up. Which, wasn't going to happen.
~*~ 20 minutes later ~*~ ~*~ Paul’s POV ~*~
“Damian, hasn’t that water been cooking for a long time?” I asked, smelling some odd smell coming from the kitchen.
“Shouldn’t it whistle when it’s done?” he asked, with a worried look on his face.
“Well, I think,” looked at my watch then finished, “ twenty minutes on the stove should have heated it by now.”
He got up and ran to the kitchen. I heard his feet scuffling about. And went to see what happened. When I got in there he had a sheepish grin on his face as he showed me the teakettle. He melted it!
“Umm sorry about that, Paul. I must have forgot to put the whistling thing down,” He said, setting it down on the stove again. The look on his face was priceless.
“Pay back!” I said, and ran to my laptop. Now for once they can ask Damian how he melted my teakettle instead of asking me how I set the popcorn on fire.
~*~ Paul’s POV ~*~
"Today is either a day of celebration or a day of misery. Damian will be here in an hour. I guess I could celebrate until he eats all my food." I said to myself preparring myself for when he did get here.
"Ding Dong!!!!" The doorbell rang out. "He's early! He's never early! Since when is Damian early?!" I said out loud.
"Just a minute!" I called out, sprinting to the door.
"Come on Byrom, these bags are heavy. Me Mum packed them and I think she packed me whole wardrobe!" He cried out through the door.
"Holy luggage!" I exclaimed after opening the door. One, two, three, no four bags were sitting on the floor, with Damian holding two of them, "she did pack your whole wardrobe."
I helped him bring his bags into his room.
~*~ Damian’s POV ~*~
My flight came in early. I decided to take a cab and surprise Paul. I knew he wouldn’t be happy because, since when am I early?
I got out of the cab and looked at all four of my giant bags. Make two trips? Or go the fast way? The fast way won. I had bag under each arm and was holding one in each hand. I looked like a weirdo, but I was being lazy. Finally (after dropping a few bags) I made it to Paul’s room. I rang the doorbell and could hear Paul.
“He’s early! He’s never early! Since when is Damian early?!” he said, I chuckled.
“Come on Byrom quick complaining about how early I am and help me with these bags they're heavy! Me Mum packed them and I think she packed me whole wardrobe,” I said, trying to get him to hurry. He didn’t come fast enough because I dropped all the bags to the floor just before he opened it.
“Holy Luggage!” He practically yelled. As he mentally counted all the bags on the floor, “she did pack your whole wardrobe.”
He helped me with my bags and left me to take a quick shower.
~*~ Ten minutes later ~*~ ~*~ Paul’s POV ~*~
“Finally out of the shower, are we?” I asked him, quirking my eyebrows.
“It was only ten minutes. I could have stayed in MUCH longer!” He said, stressing the word much. He took out his laptop and sat on the couch opposite of me. I had an idea. So I tweeted him. ‘Damian, go in the kitchen and make some tea’ I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at my tweet.
He must have got it; because he gave me this look that said, ‘man you’re weird’ I was still laughing when I got a tweet back from Damian. ‘Byrom, the ffood you were cooking (cough, cough) is burning’ then he was the one laughing.
“I think I will make some tea,” He said, getting up and going into the kitchen. I had my twitter page ready and waiting for this one.
~*~ Damian’s POV ~*~
“Ok, how do I do this?” I asked, myself. Looking for some tea bags. I filled the kettle and put it on the stove and turned it on. I went back to the couch to wait for it to whistle.
When I got back Paul was grinning waiting for a mess up. Which, wasn't going to happen.
~*~ 20 minutes later ~*~ ~*~ Paul’s POV ~*~
“Damian, hasn’t that water been cooking for a long time?” I asked, smelling some odd smell coming from the kitchen.
“Shouldn’t it whistle when it’s done?” he asked, with a worried look on his face.
“Well, I think,” looked at my watch then finished, “ twenty minutes on the stove should have heated it by now.”
He got up and ran to the kitchen. I heard his feet scuffling about. And went to see what happened. When I got in there he had a sheepish grin on his face as he showed me the teakettle. He melted it!
“Umm sorry about that, Paul. I must have forgot to put the whistling thing down,” He said, setting it down on the stove again. The look on his face was priceless.
“Pay back!” I said, and ran to my laptop. Now for once they can ask Damian how he melted my teakettle instead of asking me how I set the popcorn on fire.