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Drabble Chris/Justin
Ha, take that evil Paperclip, I will write something, even if it's only a drabble!
Just trying to kickstart the writing brain still, so a response to The Boyband 100 challenge of mistletoe.
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Cell-phone to his ear, Justin paces the room, then ends the call by throwing the handset at the wall with a shouted curse. Unflinching, Chris stays silent and watches, remembering a hundred other tantrums in a hundred other rooms.
“I just wanted some mistletoe, so you know, we could kiss under it.”
“You don’t need props with me, Justin.” Chris starts to leave the room. “I love you. Your life’s not a stage show. Maybe you should remember that sometimes.”
Chris doesn’t turn as he hears something else be thrown at the wall. Justin may need drama, he doesn’t.
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Just trying to kickstart the writing brain still, so a response to The Boyband 100 challenge of mistletoe.
******
Cell-phone to his ear, Justin paces the room, then ends the call by throwing the handset at the wall with a shouted curse. Unflinching, Chris stays silent and watches, remembering a hundred other tantrums in a hundred other rooms.
“I just wanted some mistletoe, so you know, we could kiss under it.”
“You don’t need props with me, Justin.” Chris starts to leave the room. “I love you. Your life’s not a stage show. Maybe you should remember that sometimes.”
Chris doesn’t turn as he hears something else be thrown at the wall. Justin may need drama, he doesn’t.
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