Jaime grumbled to himself after slamming his locker. Another bag of Chicken Whizzees had disappeared. There was only one person who knew he kept them there. And that person was Bart.
I suggest we destroy the Impulse for stealing our food.
What? No, dios, no.
"Hello, Jaime!" Bart said, smiling at his boyfriend.
"You stole my chicken whizzees, didn't you?" Jaime got straight to the point.
"Whaaaat? You know me, her-man-oh. I would never..." Bart began, only to be greeted by Jaime's 'I-Don't-Believe-You' stare.
"Really, cariño? All you had to do was ask."
"I didn't take them! Okay, I took one packet, but that was because mourning makes me hungry!"
"You're the only one who knows my locker code!"
"I swear I didn't take them!" Bart engulfed Jaime in a pleading hug, looking up at him.
Jaime sighed, trying to escape the bear hug that was crushing him.
The Impulse seems to be telling the truth, Jaime Reyes.
Gracias, scarab.
"If you didn't take them, then who did?" Jaime crossed his arms, once he had gotten Bart off him.
"Hey guys!" Gar said, walking into the room and munching on a bag of something none other than, Chicken Whizzees.
Bart eyed Gar up a bit before running over. "It was you!"
"Umm..." Gar slowly hid the bag behind his back and shrugged at Bart. "Oopsie?"
Using his super speed, Bart stole the bag. "I told you, Jaime!"
"Sorry, cariño." Jaime sighed and went and gave Bart a kiss.
Bart kissed back and made Beast Boy feel awkward, leading to him leaving.
Jaime and Bart had forgotten all about the discarded Chicken Whizzees on the floor.
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I had like, zero ideas already. Can i have some prompts, please? Cause if I dont have any ideas, i may not update for a while. This one was kinda crap as well. :/
