BL One-Shot Collection

Christmas Sparkles (2): Almost A Scarf

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"It's no fun watching the movie alone." The usually outgoing lad pouted as he laid stretch out over the loveseat with an arm draping lazily down one side.

"What do you mean you're watching the movie alone?" Symon reached over to the large bowl on the coffee table and snatched a handful of popcorn to munch on.

"Yeah, Bayou. What are we?" Zan kicked Bayou's dangling arm in protest.

"He's being ungrateful." Symon hissed.

"Hey! Who asked for your opinion, Symon?" Bayou stuck his tongue out at him.

"Stop acting like children," Boe demanded. "You guys are all older than me. Zan ge, please hand me the peanuts."

"Geez, Symon. Are you here to watch the movie or to eat?" Bayou complained.

"I'm here to eat," Symon answered honestly.

Zan shook his head and grabbed the jar of peanuts to hand to Boe. "Here."

"Thanks."

"Who invited you guys anyway?"

"You did," Zan reminded. "You said that Lonn couldn't hang out with you because he was busy."

"Oh, right." Bayou remembered and laughed sheepishly.

"Anyway," Symon dusted his hands off of the popcorn crumbs and stood up. "I have to go home. I still need to finish some things at home. Boe, your place is on the way. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"That sounds great." Boe put down the jar of peanuts and got up.

"The movie isn't over yet," Bayou said.

"We watch the same movie every year. I am able to recite all the lines." Boe said.

"Whatever." Bayou continued watching the movie.

Zan chuckled at how true Boe's statement was. "If you want to stay, I could drive you home later."

"No. That's too much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all. I don't mind."

"I need to finish up some stuff as well."

"What is it that you have to finish?" Zan was curious.

"I'm not going to tell you." Boe beamed.

"Quit with the flirting and hurry up!" Symon grumbled. "How long does it take you to put on your ugly sneakers?"

"We're not flirting." Boe tied his laces and stood up. "These are my favorite shoes. They are not ugly."

Zan went over to stand between them. "I think your shoes are nice, Boe."

"Zan ge is the best!" Boe declared.

Symon walked out and turned to look at them. "Oh, my." He suddenly pointed at the object hanging above the two. "You guys are standing under the mistletoe."