bbs- banana banana shot? (booty booty squad?)

very important drabbles

///cries into the void because this chapter glitches like crazy whenever i try to look back at it ;-;//\

Brian was a prince. He was born to a king and queen in a big, fancy castle, and he had been spoiled rotten from the moment he was born.

Brock was the poor sap that had been appointed his assistant or whatever. His job title didn't really matter, because he seemed to be doing a little bit of everything.

Right now, his current task was to wake up this stubborn child of a prince.

"Prince Brian! Prince! Get out of bed already, it's lunch time and the King and Queen are getting angry!" Brock pounds desperately on the door. He couldn't get inside, because someone got whiny last night and locked everyone out of the room.

The door, after some five minutes, finally swings open to reveal a grumpy, disheveled Brian only half dressed.

"I can't find my fucking shirt," he hisses. "Help me before my parents murder us."

Brock chuckles and nods as he steps inside. "Of course. Where did you leave the clothes I handed to you last night?"

Brian's expression immediately changes, and anger is replaced with confusion. "Clothes?"

Brock takes a deep breath and holds back a sarcastic comment. This was gonna be a long day.

now for failed minicat angst attempts because i still cant figure out minicat

"Hey, now," Craig mumbles. "You keep yourself together, now..." He takes a deep breath, and squeezes his eyes shut. He has to do this. 

Craig had always heard people saying that breakups weren't that bad if you were the one who wanted it in the first place. And with that logic, it should be so much easier if you had a legitimate reason for breaking up.

So why couldn't Craig do this?

Oh, that's right. Because Craig was a lovesick idiot who thought that dating the school's resident asshole was a good idea.

It wasn't that Craig hated Tyler. He hated what Tyler's done. It was so obvious that he loved that stupid Evan kid over him, and yet he still comes back to Craig with flowers and snacks and pretends that nothing's wrong. And to make it worse, Craig would always rush back into his arms like some clingy girlfriend.

A knock on his door snaps him out of his trance, worries all pushed aside as he goes to open the door. He jumps slightly, adjusting his glasses as he rushes to answer it.

It's his mother, who stands at the door with a concerned look on her face. "Craig, honey, is everything alright up here?"

Craig wants to burst into tears and spill all his fears and feelings to his mother, but he can't, so he smiles instead and nods. "Yeah, it's all good, mom!"

"Well, your friend Tyler told me to tell you that he'll be over in about fifteen minutes. Such a kind young man you've befriended," she hums happily, already walking away to go do whatever business she has to do.

Craig almost laughs at her statement.

Yeah. Because the guy who cheats on your son is clearly just a friend.

-attempt#2 wowowow-

Tyler wasn't stupid.

That was a given. Of course he wasn't stupid. He wasn't oblivious, either. He could see through all of Craig's shit. Every last lie was clear as day to Tyler.