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I wrote this a while ago but I always forget to post...

"Hey! What are you doing?" London scowled as James plopped down almost into his lap. There was plenty of room at the other end of the couch.

"London... I'm so bored. And it's hot and I don't want to do anything."

He tipped his head to look James in the face. James's head was buried in London's shoulder, muffling his words.

"So you decided to inflict your misery upon me?" He asked wryly. "That's very kind."

"I hate summer," James grumbled.

London sighed and folded up his book. It was impossible to ignore James, even if he'd wanted to. "Get up," he commanded.

James obeyed sulkily. He obviously wasn't going to make this easy. On cue, he began to whine again, "Can't I just curl up and die? It would be so much easier than trying to move in this heat. Why aren't you dead, anyway? You're wearing long sleeves."

"Obviously, my body is more efficient at cooling than yours is. I won't bore you with the technical aspects of that."

James curled his lip in disgust. "You know the technical aspects of it?"

"Of course," London replied. "Come on, we're going for a walk."

"You are cruel. You're an evil hateful bastard, you know that? I don't want to go outside."

"Stop bitching," London commanded. He picked his keys up off the counter and led the way out of his aunt's house. James trailed helplessly in his wake

The heat was so much worse than James remembered. At least in the house there was a faint breath of air-conditioning. Outside, it was brutally hot and dry.

"I hate you more than I can ever hope to express in words," James gasped. They'd only been walking five minutes.

London shrugged. "You were the one complaining to me that you were bored. Are you still bored?"

"That is so not my point."

London paused at the corner to wait to the light to change. "But you admit that this isn't boring?"

"Forget boring! This is death."

The light changed and London continued on, counting on James to follow him. It was practically a foregone conclusion that where one went, the other was sure to be close behind.

James continued his complaining the ten minutes it took them to reach their destination. He looked up stupidly as London stepped inside the Baskin Robins.

"You... you took me to get ice cream?" James looks at his best friend in bewilderment. "But you're lactose intolerant."

London shook his head. Sometimes James was so stupid. "I'm not the one who was bitching about the heat."
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On July 24th, 2005 02:47 am (UTC), chaosraven commented:
MAGIC! Actually, I dunno. But I'm glad you think so!
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