Author’s note: A little something I did while Somewhere I Belong isn’t updated (which will be soon). I was bored at home so I decided to do something funny to get out of the boredom!

Hope you like it my dears!

Just fiction, I don’t own the characters, neither Mike owns shaving cream. xD

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“Okay…so…you’re coming with me, and you’re staying here.” Chester said, pointing first at Joe and then at Rob, all standing in front of the supermarket door.

“Ah…why am I staying here?” Rob asked cocking an eyebrow.

“Because…you have to see if he leaves, and if he does, you have to warn us.” the blonde answered smiling broadly in the end of the sentence.

“How am I gonn…” Rob tried to question but he was interrupted by Chester as he took out of Joe’s bag a blue walkie-talkie and gave it to him, still smiling.

“You…are kiddin’, right?”

“Uh-oh, can we get code-names?” Joe asked hopping like a little kid in a candy store. Sometimes he didn’t look like someone with seventeen years old, seven maybe.

“Fine for me, I’ll be Crazyloverboy.” Rob announced at his two friends who got caught in the surprise. They both looked away from the shop’s door and switched looks, staring then at Rob, with their mouths still open in disbelief.

“Oh, then I’ll be Sexybeast69 and Chaz will be…Joe’sbitch! So fitting, huh?” Joe teased, stroking Chester’s face with the side of his index finger with a grin in his lips.

“Hey! I ain’t anyone’s bitch!” Chester replied angrily, kicking Joe right on his butt “And, isn’t this name thing supposed to be something short? Like…TRUE names maybe?!”

“…Nah” pronounced Rob and Joe both in unison.

“Oh well, have it your way, the person I wanna see doesn’t need nicknames…angels don’t need nicknames…” Chester announced with a dreamy grin in his face and his arms thrown to heaven.

“Ew? When did you become so lame, dude?” Joe asked making a face.

“Oh, common, I was kiddin’! Let’s go now!” Chester whined, pulling Joe along with him inside the supermarket waving to their friend Rob who had been left outside with a walkie-talkie and binoculars, which he didn’t knew what were for, but, according to Joe, looked cool on him.

“I hope this is worth it…” Rob mumbled to himself, pushing his back against the wall.

(…)

“So, where is he?” Joe asked staring at every direction, from side to side, to each corridor and section of the huge store.

“I don’t know yet, let’s take a look around…” Chester replied stretching his neck to search through the crowded place too, biting his lower pierced lip in concentration.

The store was so big that they had no idea on where to start from. Splitting would be a good idea, but then, if Joe found Mike he couldn’t warn Chester without loosing Mike again from sight. So they kept walking around the supermarket, scrutinizing every single corner and hall; the candy’s corridor, the butcher’s, the fruit section, the cosmetic’s…

“Are you sure he isn’t here? Maybe he needs a new body lotion, I mean…to rub in his wet…tanned…strong body after the shower….” Joe teased leaning against Chester’s ear with nothing but a mocking smile in his lips. Chester immediately got caught by the image of his crush getting out of the shower; naked, as the water drops rolled down his forehead, neck, biceps and chest making their way to the…

“SHUT UP JOE!” Chester yelled a little to loud snapping out of his thoughts as an old lady glanced frightened at the two guys who were glancing her as well, grabbing a random bottle of shampoo, leaving slowly the corridor without taking her eyes out of the two young man, suspecting of what their intentions might be. Joe bursted in to laughs towards Chester’s embarrassed reaction.

“Fuck you” he cursed, punching Joe’s arm looking away to avoid his friend from seeing his madly blushed cheeks.

“Oh…Chazy Chaz…everyone has fantasies, there’s no need to feel embarrassed for that…” Joe kept talking, wrapping his arm around Chester’s shoulder leaning his head against his friend’s spreading his mouth in a smile.

“Yeah, and right now, my fantasy is kicking your ass.” Chester replied, glaring at Joe, pushing his friend away from him.

***** 15 MINUTES LATER*****

“Sexybeast69 here, how’s everything around the parking lot? Over.” Joe asked at the walkie-talkie in one hand and Twix bar in the other.

“Crazyloverboy here, nothing much, this weird thing happened, some old lady left the shop running screaming around Muggers in the supermarket, there’s muggers in the supermarket!!” the voice from the walkie-talkie replied as Joe held down a laugh before answering.

“Oh, she probably forgot to take her Prozac today, you know, old people…coo-coo” he replied then a bit to loud what made Chester to shush him down, since the last thing they needed was to get busted and kicked out of the supermarket by the girl who was re-stocking the shelves.

“Hey, focus!” Chester finally protested, taking the walkie-talkie out of Joe’s hand.

*****23 MINUTES LATER*****

“Where the hell is he, man? We’re here for almost an hour and still no signs of that dude!” Joe complained blowing some air in impatience, crossing his arms as he sat on the exposed chairs for selling.

“Don’t overreact, it’s been 23 minutes since we got here, and you owe me since that time when we went to Missouri over that blond girl, Brianna. So, shut up.”

“Rob…Rob are you there? Over.” Joe asked, leading once again the communication device near to his mouth then putting it against his ear trying to listen to the voice on the other side. Nothing.

“Why doesn’t this work?” Joe asked more to himself than to Chester, smacking the gadget against the metal shelf.

“Because it’s a freaking’ seven dollar Superman walkie-talkie, that’s why!” Chester bursted, as the frustration became clearer in his expression. Joe was about to answer but then something caught his attention what made him stare away from Chester’s face.

“Dude! HEY, isn’t that him?! Look!” Joe asked almost in a squeal grabbing Chester’s shoulder turning him around to face a tall blue haired guy with a goatee, wearing cargo dark blue jeans, a black Puma shirt and a dark jacket. He wasn’t facing them, still, the blue locks didn’t leave Chester a place for doubt.

“Holly...CRAP-SHIT-FUCK!!!” He screamed running away from the hall followed by Joe who ran along with him turning the corner just soon enough to prevent Mike from seeing them. He had turned around, surprised at the sudden scream but he found nothing than shelves filled with cans, bottles, boxes and jars.

“I almost fell when you crashed against my shoulder dude, did you had to scream like that?” Joe sighed rhetorically rubbing his right shoulder, while Chester peeked over to see what he had looked for so much in that afternoon. His heart almost popped out of his chest when he faced Mike, just a few feet away from him. He was holding two different boxes in his hands, “for comparing”, Chester assumed. The way he fixed his glasses with his index finger and how he closed his eyes slightly to read the small letters forming little wrinkles in the space between his two thick eyebrows, sticking his tongue out slightly, made Chester feel something that he simply couldn’t describe; he only knew it was something that made his heart pound and his palms sweat. Maybe it was the big, wide puppy-eyes or the way his full pink lips rested above his teeth when he smiled.

“Aren’t you gonna tell him something?” Joe asked, interrupting Chester’s thoughts who immediately withdrew his eyes out of Mike to glare him.

“Shut up.” Chester ordered, staring again at the place where Mike had been. “Fuck!” he groaned when he saw that he was no longer there.

“I thought the point of us coming here was you to invite him out!” Joe asked raising his voice at each word, walking behind Chester, who was looking for Mike madly between the corridors of the supermarket, just like when they got there. He stopped walking and turned around to glare once more at Joe.

“Well, how do you suggest me to do that? I’ll walk in to him and say Hi Mike, I’m Chester, you can call me Chaz and by the way, I’m gay, wanna go out? I know this fabulous disco, called Babylon, we should totally get wasted there!” he asked trying not to raise his voice, but it was almost impossible due to the nerves that had begin showing off. As he finished his question Joe slowly took his eyes out of his friend and his jaw dropped; it took some time for Chester to know why but then he realized.

“Hey, is this yours?” a voice behind Chester asked. It was soft, mild, and kind of looked like coming from someone who has a cold. Chester froze in his place; his brain turned blank, his jaw dropped too and his heart stopped when he recognized that voice.

“A…” he turned around slowly, trying to close his jaw, but the shock was just too much.

“Hi, I’m ah, sorry to interrupt, but…this belongs to you?” the blue haired guy asked in a smile handing Chester a sketchbook that had obviously fall out of his backpack. Chester felt his face burning has he tried to think of something to say, but his brain remained blank.

“Ua, I, ah…I mean, it’s a…”

“Huh?” Mike smiled innocently wrinkling his forehead as his eyebrows gathered. Chester grinned awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, while Joe turned around to laugh as hard as he could without being noticed.

“Here did you find it?” Chester managed to ask.

“Well, you must’ve dropped it when you screamed and ran away from me.” He replied, smiling even broadly. Chester felt like he just had got slapped in the face. He knew he hadn’t been discreet at all, but he wasn’t expecting Mike to know that he had been the one who screamed like a little girl who saw a spider in her pillow and ran away after.

“I-I guess” he stuttered, putting the sketchpad again inside his backpack. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Mike smiled, sticking his hands inside the cargo’s pockets. “And hey..?”

“Huh?” Chester hummed, rising his eyes from the floor.

“I really think that’s a good way to ask someone out.”

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Stupid and suck-ish right? I know, and by the way, I don’t own Babylon, Brian Kinney does xD

Oh, just to make this clear: Mike was already listening to the conversation when Chaz snapped at Joe in that asking out thing, that’s why Mike said the last sentence.

Anyway, I really felt like doing something more laid back and casual like this, just to run away a bit from the drama, also I wanted to get this out of the system and share it with you guys, so, tell me what you think and review to make me happy! ^___^

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