The Set up Banter.

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Three weeks after Vikk's Promposal to Little Lachy, Rob had everything set for his Promposal to Preston. He was so excited and to be honest not nervous about the answer. He was nervous about Preston's reaction to the Promposal. Preston was his little baby cactus and he loved him, but his plan involved scaring the crap out of him.
"Guys, maybe this isn't the best idea," he said to Jerome, Vikk, and Lachlan. The Pack minus Mitch and Preston where at Robs house. Mitch wasn't there because he had to get Connor (his little brother) off the bus, and Preston was doing what every he did without the pack. Mitch would be meeting them there later and Rob was picking Preston up even later still.
"You wanna back out?" asked Lachlan, looking at Rob with concern. He knew how excited Rob was. Lachlan was sitting on Rob's couch.
"He can't. We've worked so hard!" Jerome said crossly. He was sitting on a bean bag playing C.o.D (Call of Duty) against Vikk and was losing.
"If Rob feels like it's a bad idea then we won't do it," Vikk said. He was on Lachlan's lap, ignoring Lachlan's incessant pleas for kisses and caresses through his hair, with his feet on Rob.
"For God's sake Vikk stop spawn killing me!!!" Jerome growled at the small British male.
Rob sighed "I just don't want to scare him to badly. I love him ya'know?" Rob was on the couch next to Vikklan, not minding the feet in his lap, watching, but not paying attention to the C.o.D match.
"Yeah. I know you do," Lachlan said with a light laugh, "But we all, including you have worked super hard on this. You know I won't tell you what to do. It's up to you Robby."
"SUCK IT JEROME. I HAVE A 5 KILL STREAK GOING BECAUSE OF YOU."
"THAT'S IT VIKK. NO MORE MR. NICE BAC. I DIDN'T HAVE A C.o.D BASED CHANNEL FOR NO REASON."
Lachlan and Rob ignored the screaming Jerome and Vikk. "You are right, we have worked our butts off." Lachlan could see Rob thinking. He was about to say something when Vikk killed Jerome for the eighth time.
"VIKKRAM BARN IMMABOUT TO MURDER YOU, YOU HYPER INDIAN BRIT" Jerome raged.
"Would you two shut up?" We are trying to have a legit conversation," Rob said over the top of Vikk's happy giggles. Before Rob even finished the sentence Vikk killed Jerome again. Jerome jumped up. His eyes flashing with anger and laughter. He grabbed Vikk off Lachlan's lap and swung him over his head, carrying him around the room like that.
"YOU WILL PAY VIKK. YOU WILL PAY!!!!"
"AHHHHHHHHH. LACHY. HELP ME PLZ." Vikk begged from up in the air.
"You brought this on your self babe," Lachlan said, rolling his eyes. Rob was gasping for breath from laughing so much. He was going to do the plan. It was great plan.
He heard 3 knocks at the door.
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This is the first part in a I don't know how long story. The Vikklan Promposal is in my One Shot book called The Pack One Shots. Really creative, I know.

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