A/N: Quick little Skylox Drabble for old times sake. :) I haven't been doing all that much writing so this little goofy (and terribly unedited, I might add) thing was fun to write. Enjoy!
"Sky, in the name of all that is Holy, why the hell are we in the middle of a forest?" The couple had been wandering aimlessly for over an hour now, trying to ignore the fact that they were somewhat lost, which might have been 'somewhat' of an understatement. Sky winced under the beam of pure hatred radiating off his boyfriend, who was most likely going to kill him for this many, many times over.
"Wellll, believe it or not Ty, now, this is a really funny story. You see, well, I, uh, yeah, I kindalostabetwithMitchandJeromeandnowourhousemayormaynotbeusedforextrmemesportsbutthatsnotimportantwhatsimportantisthatwenowhavenoplacetosleepandIdidntaskanyonetostaysooooo....." He gasped for breath. "Who wants to go camping?" He finished, with a rather sad attempt at jazz hands. Gazing at the murderous man in front of him, he briefly wondered if anyone would hear him if he screamed for help. After a long silence, there was a single sigh.
"Why was that a good idea?" Sky shrugged.
"Dunno." The other facepalmed, letting out another exaggerated sigh.
"If we run into a grizzly bear I'm shoving you towards it and running." He got up. "Alrighty, where's the tent?"
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?"
"Skyyyy....."
"Because I really, really do."
"Sky!"
"Yeah, no, we don't have one. Or sleeping bags, or food, or a lantern."
"Are you seriously kidding me right now." Sky gulped.
"Actually, we were gonna go to a Motel or something but the car ran out of gas because someone forgot to fill it. So we're camping."
"Okay. So you're telling me that we're trapped in a random forest with no supplies and no way back to civilization, while Mitch and Jerome are most likely burning down our house?"
"Nooo, of course not! Well...yeah, that's actually pretty accurate."
"You are extremely lucky I don't hate you right now."
"Cause you looooooove me, right Ty?"
"Don't push your luck, buddy." Ty got up. "I think we can sleep in a tree or something. We can't do much about the food, but we might be able to get back to the car tomorrow. We can probably get help from there." Sky nodded, following after.
*many hours, several screams and exactly 12 murder plots later*
"See, this isn't so bad, right?" Ty made a general noise of acknowledgement, looking up at the constellations. The tree wasn't all that comfortable, but it had sections of branches that worked for sitting, or, in their case, hanging upside down while looking at the stars and poking each other randomly. After a long silence, the smaller spoke up.
"It's pretty."
"Like you."
"Oh my god Sky that was quite possibly the lamest thing you could have said right there."
"I know, I'm ashamed." They hung in comfortable silence until Ty's breathing became slow and regular. Sky looked over at his boyfriend and couldn't help but smile. This idea wasn't his brightest, but it had still ended pretty well.
He stood by that thought until he was awoken by a falling and shrieking Ty knocking them both to the ground as a raccoon hissed at them from the tree. After that, he decided they should probably never speak of it again.
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