C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆U R Short!☆

Cw: intimidate position

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Johnnie was currently in the kitchen, trying to grab something on top of the fridge. He grunts in annoyance as he stands in his boots, trying to reach for the bag of chips.

Carrington chuckled as he watched Johnnie struggle to reach the top of the fridge. He put his phone down and walked over to him. "Need some help, cowboy?"

"Cowboy?" Johnnie grimaced at the nickname, then he looks at his emo boots. "These are not cowboy boots! These are combat boots!"

Carrington raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, excuse me." He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "But seriously, do you need a step ladder or something?"

Johnnie laughs, shaking his head. "Fuck you, man." He tries to reach for the chips again, waving his hand up. "Cmonnnnnn!!!"

Carrington smirked, watching Johnnie's struggle. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you? Here, let me give you a boost." He moved behind Johnnie and lifted him up by his waist, giving him the extra height he needed to reach the chips.

"Woo!" Johnnie yelped in surprise, as he gets lifted up with ease. He smiled as he grabbed the chips, a bit flustered since Carrington picked him up so easily.

Carrington chuckled as he set Johnnie back down. "See? I told you I could help. You're welcome, by the way." He gave Johnnie a playful smirk, enjoying the sight of him flustered.

Johnnie rolls his eyes, opening the bag of chips. "Jake's fault. He's the one that put them wayyyyy in the fucking back." He munches on the chips.

Carrington chuckled.

"What's funny?" Johnnie lifts his head, "If you say one fucking short joke, I swear to God." He threw a chip at Carrington.

Carrington caught the chip with ease, still laughing. "Relax, I wasn't going to make a short joke. I was just thinking that you eat chips all messy like."

"Fuck you!" Johnnie laughs, throwing more chips at Carrington before he walked out of the room. I mean, he is short. He is the shortest roommate in the house.

Carrington chuckled as Johnnie walked out of the room, leaving a trail of chips behind him. "You're such a dumbass," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He picked up the chips from the floor and tossed them into the trash can.

Johnnie sits on the couch, yawning as he sets the chips down. He looks at Carrington, "What. Do. You. Want."

Carrington walks over to the couch and plops down next to Johnnie, stretching his arms out. "I just wanted to hang out, that's all. Is that a crime now?"

"Yeah, go to jail." Johnnie sarcastically replied, giggling. He tucks up his knees, which made him look even smaller.

Carrington rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, you're hilarious. I can't believe I'm hanging out with a comedian." He poked Johnnie's leg, trying to annoy him.

"Piss off," Johnnie looks up at Carrington, but he couldn't help but smile. But then.. the short jokes came in.

Carrington chuckled, seeing the smile on Johnnie's face. "Aww, don't be like that. You know you love my company." He smirked and continued to poke Johnnie's leg. "Shorty."

Johnnie scoffed, "I'm not! I'm 5'7 that's average!" He defended.

Carrington raised an eyebrow, amused. "Average? Really? Because from where I'm sitting, you look small." He teased, enjoying the way Johnnie was getting riled up.

Johnnie crossed his tatted arms. "Says the guy with no tattoos."

Carrington shrugged, not bothered by the comment. "Maybe I don't have tattoos, but I don't need them to be intimidating. I'm tall and muscular, unlike someone I know." He smirked, flexing his arms playfully.