Mythical Monster You Never Knew You Wanted

Shoulder Envy

     "Don't be daft!" The exasperation swiveled the heads of a few passers-by as the arguing couple trudged down the rain washed street, ignoring the light mist that fleck their hair and jackets with droplets.

      The speaker was a teenaged young man with a mess of red, rain damped hair and a face full of freckles. "Kirk is timeless, how can you not like the original 'Star Trek'?! Space stud Jim Kirk!" He said as if to emphasize his point.

     His counterpart glanced sideways and scoffed. "Space, Stud?" He asked incredulously.  He was slightly taller, thicker built, and blonde. He shook his head, golden ringlets showering his chest and collar with water. "First Gen was so cheesy! Kirk was an ass!"

     "You dont watch it for the great effects!" Red quipped, as if it was obvious. "You watch it for the cardboard sets, the sodding puppets and the bloody freaking joy of it!"

     The other threw back his head in a laugh, covering his face with his hands, scrubbing them slightly. He cursed in French and looked back, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "Angus, you are a stubborn Scot and you 'ave 'orrible taste in television."

     "Oh fuck you too, Jean." Angus groused, giving the blonde a hard shove. "You and 'Deep Six'."

    Jean stumbled sideways a bit, but recovered and dropped a punch on Angus' shoulder as he reclaimed the walk at his side, chuckling.

     "Oi, Jean? Is that you?" The couple turned and Jean positively beamed at the man who was waving. He was tall, clean cut, well dressed and smiling, looking Jean over with dark eyes. "I thought so. It's been awhile, how are you?" He asked grasping Jean's hand in both of his, holding it for a bit longer than necessary, in Angus' opinion.

     He felt a fist clench his gut and a sudden flush of heat to his ears as he watched his boyfriend exchange pleasantries with this man.

     "Did you see that?" A shrewd little voice hissed in Angus' ear. A bit startled, he looked over. Standing on his shoulder, arms crossed and shoulders set, was....him? A tiny, all green, version of himself. "Yeah, I'm talking to you big guy. You saw that, right?!" He snapped looking irritated at Angus and pointing towards Jean and Mr. Long-Tan-and-Handsome.

     "See what? What are you talking about. They are just saying hi." Angus said, giving the tiny him a scowl.

     "Really? You aren't that blind. You don't think that was a little too friendly. I think his insistent touching of our man is rather irritating." He said, in a maddening voice of superiority.
 
     "Our man? And who the hell are you?" Angus growled, casing a glance back to Jean and the other. Still just talking, we're they closer than before?

     "Yeah, they are. Getting nice and cosy, real real, close. Do you believe me yet. He's trying to take Jean. It starts as a small, over long handshake, close proximity on a rainy street, then... BANG! He swoops in and snatches him away!" The green eyed monster said, gesturing violently.

     "Because that makes perfect sense, not far fetched at all." Angus muttered sarcastically, turning back to Jean, determined to ignore the wee basterd now tugging on his earlobe.

     "F-Far fetched!" He howled. "How dare you! I'm trying to help! The best thing that ever happened to us and you are just going to let him waltz away with this ass clown in his nice German made car!! I mean, think about it. How did we get him in the first place? A few well timed touches, a friendly conversation, you and your awkward flirting, I will not be lumped together with you on that one." He sassed, strolling to Angus' other shoulder and leaning up against the side of his head. "You really think it's so crazy now? DID YOU SEE THAT!" He suddenly cried, reaming on Angus' freckled ear and hopping up and down.
 
     "I did..." Angus said, the seeds of doubt starting to bloom in his mind as this stranger placed a hand on Jean's arm...and Jean didn't pull away, neither of them pulled away! He shook his head. "What am I doing, this is Jean we are talking about. He'd never,"