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12 August 2011 @ 01:30 pm
FICLET: Forks  


Frank/Mikey, PG, ~300 words
"Shit, Mikey, how many times have I told you not to stick forks in the toaster?"

I do not own these people, and this has never actually happened. Don't sue me for having an imagination.

Written for mission_insane

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"Shit, Mikey, how many times have I told you not to stick forks in the toaster?" Frank shouts, hurrying over to his friend's side. He takes Mikey's hand, examining it for burns or some other kind of wound.

"It was just a little shock," Mikey mutters.

Frank sighs, coming to the conclusion that Mikey's hand is fine, on the outside at least. "Please tell me you weren't doing it just to see what would happen this time."

"My poptarts are stuck," Mikey says, pulling his hand out of Frank's grasp and pointing towards the toaster.

"That's why we got plastic forks, Mikey." Frank opens a drawer and pulls one out, wiggling it at the older man. He then proceeds to wrestle Mikey's poptarts out of the toaster.

Mikey smiles when Frank hands him a plate with two poptarts on it. "Thanks. I didn't know we had plastic forks," he says, taking a bite of one of the poptarts. "Hey," he says through his mouthful of food, frowning at Frank, who has stolen a piece of the other poptart.

Frank grins and heads in the direction of the couch. He'd been watching a zombie movie marathon on the tv when Mikey had shouted from the kitchen. "Hey, Mikey, Dawn of the Dead is on," Frank calls, and the older man joins him on the couch moments later. Mikey curls up against him, and Frank doesn't even bother to complain about the poptart crumbs he's getting on his shirt.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," Frank says quietly, feeling guilty. He knows he overreacted, and he hopes that he didn't upset Mikey too much.

Mikey pulls Frank's arm around his shoulders and smiles. "It's fine. You saved my poptarts from the evil toaster of doom. Besides, Gerard would probably kill you if something happened to me under your watch."

"So we're good then?" Frank asks, just to be sure.

"Yeah," Mikey says with a hint of laughter in his voice.

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Note: Written for the size matters table, based off the prompt "oops" from the phrases table.
 
 
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