The Pocky Game One-Shot [H20Vanoss]

Pocky Day

                  

HEYOO! Welcome! I don't really know what I'm doing, so bear with me on this. November 11th is supposedly Pocky Day, and I gotta celebrate it right- through a one-shot fanfiction with our two classical peeps: Evan and Jonathan (Vanoss & Delirious). Enjoy my ducklings!

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Evan's P.O.V

I reach over to my messy nightstand and grab my phone with a badass red and white striped cover on it. I push the lock button and catch a glimpse of the time. '11:30 A.M.'

"What can I do today" I mumble under my breath. I rest my arm beside me on the bed as I lay there and stare at the ceiling. I look to my right and admire the sun flooding my room with mellow rays of sunshine. I sit up in bed, pull my blanket off me and welcome the chilly air to my bare arms and feet. I stand up and shuffle across my room to grab some socks, then to my closet for my red and white jacket (yes, it matches his cover).

Soon enough, I'm driving to the nearest shop to buy some junk food. 'I'll just invite Jonathan over and we can be couch potatoes today' I thought. I stroll into the small corner store that I've come across and grab the usual: couple bags of Doritos, Chex Mix, and a few Monsters. As I walk down the aisle I spot Pocky. Score. I grab two boxes of the chocolate-covered Pocky and head to the front to pay for everything.

When I reach my house, I step out of the car and tug the bag of junk food with me into the house. I walk into the unnecessarily big kitchen of mine and set the bag on the counter. I walk over to the stool by the counter and take a seat. I stroll through my Twitter and see a hella ton of people talking about Pocky Day. "That's a thing" I asked out loud, in shock. I scroll through my Twitter feed and read a bunch of tweets about Pocky Day.

"Celebrating Pocky Day to the max"

"November 11th. It's Pocky time bitches"

"RT if you're gonna play the Pocky Game today ;)"

'Pocky Game?' I curiously think about that for a minute before looking it up in the Urban dictionary. 'A game played with the Japanese biscuit dipped in chocolate called Pocky. 2 people bite each end of the Pocky, and eat towards each other, then making out when their lips meet.' I snicker at the thought of playing this game with Jonathan, but then I imagine how it would play out and immediately feel my face burn up. "Speaking of that jackass" I say out loud, enthusiastically. I immediately tap the "Message" app and start a message with Delirious.

Evan: 'Dude come over! It's an emergency!!!!'

A few seconds pass.

Jon: 'Shit dude you okay? Im omw'

I put my phone down, satisfied with his reaction. I walk through the house and into my small, white bathroom. I look into the mirror and run my fingers through my soft, black hair, straightening it out to look more presentable. I yawn, and catch a quick whiff of the stench that comes from my very mouth. I shudder and quickly reach into the cabinet behind the mirror for the blue toothbrush and tube of toothpaste. After brushing my teeth long and well, I hear my doorbell being rung a million times and a few pounds on the door. Delirious. I make my way to the door and open it, only to find a panicky Jon who immediately grasps me into a big hug and lets out a deep breath before speaking.

"I fuckin' thought you were severely hurt" he said with relief in his voice. Guilt rises in me.

"Relax, I just wanted you over here as soon as possible so we could spend a lazy day together" I reply in a hushed tone, hoping he isn't too upset.

He pulls away from the embrace and looks me in the eyes with his very own. His blue eyes are deep like the sea, and I wish I could stay right here and admire them, but he breaks me free of my zone.

"I'm glad you're okay" he says, looking down as his face tinges a light pink.

I smile, and grab his arm and pull him over to the spacious living room. I sit him down quickly and let him know I have to run to the kitchen. He nods, and I speed-walk to the kitchen, swiftly grabbing the bag and going right back to Jon. I plop down next to him and set the bag onto the table in front of us. His face lightens up because I know he spots his favorite snacks- Doritos and a blue Monster. He digs into the bag and gets his stuff out, then hands me mine- Chex Mix and a green Monster. He forms a puzzled look onto his face and pulls the Pocky out of the bag. Shit.

"What's this" he asks with curiosity.

"Today's Pocky Day apparently, so I thought we could play a little game" I respond devilishly, making his eyes widen with slight fear.

"W-what's the game" he questions nervously.

"The Pocky Game" I say in a low voice, making him gasp and blush pink all too quickly.

I smirk, and with this said, I reach over and grab the box from his hands, opening the package inside when the smell of chocolate-covered biscuits hit me, making me smile at the wondrous smell. Jonathan watches me remove a biscuit from the package and place it between my lips, letting more than half of it stick out of my mouth. I motion for him to come closer and play. He slowly scoots closer to me, making both of us redden. Soon he has the other end in his mouth, and we look everywhere but at each other. I manage to make the first move and inch closer, then so does he and we come closer and closer until we're a bite away from meeting each other's lips.

"We can part if you're weirded out by this and stop playing" I manage to say, but before I decide to move, he takes that last bite of the Pocky and all I feel is a pair of warm, gentle lips meet mine. He moves back from the glorious kiss we shared and I frown a bit, wishing he hadn't stopped.

"I'm sorry, that was bad" he quickly mumbles with sorrow in his voice. I grin, and put my hand on his hand that rests on the sofa, making him look up at me.

"Who said you could stop" I ask playfully, and his expression softens with relief. I chuckle and pull him into another kiss, this time catching a taste of the delicious Pocky we recently just shared. My heart warms at the feeling of finally getting what I've always wanted- him. As we continue a long-lasting kiss, all the memories of us playing GTA and Gmod and Far Cry 4 together and having the time of our lives, the two of us always spending time here just to be lazy, the times we took long drives around town when neither of us could sleep, just everything we ever did that brightened my day came flooding into my mind. We finally parted, both of us taking a few breaths, only to find our eyes locked with passion held in his, admiration in mine. I grabbed another Pocky stick and held it up in front of us. He smiled in delight, then I put it in-between my lips again, bringing him into round two. Our hands met and intertwined quickly as we played.

"Happy Pocky Day, Delirious."

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Then a nuclear bomb went off and everyone died. Except me. BWAHAHAHAHA!! I'm kidding, don't hurt me. What'd you think? Not too shabby if I do say so myself. I'm new to this, so tell me everything you love and hate. I welcome open-minded and wacky comments and feedback, so DON'T BE AFRAID YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE ORGANISMS. Happy Pocky Day by the way, and may all your Pocky taste like rainbows. Enigma, out.

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