Scisaac One Shots!

The Next Cinnamon Challenge

"What did you eat today?"
"2 cups of coffee and a poptart."
Scott looked at him ludicrously. "Seriously?"
Isaac shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."
Scott made his way to the kitchen, searching the leftovers in the fridge. "You have to eat something."
"I did eat something."
"I mean real food, Isaac."
Isaac joined his side, peering into the fridge. "There's no "real food" in here, Scott. I'm not that hungry."
"Isaac, I'm worried about you."
Isaac swallowed, hard. "Don't be." He tried to make it come out strong and confident, the crack in his voice made him go red. Scott grabbed his wrist before he could turn away in shame.
"How are your burn marks?"
"Scott," he said exasperatedly. "I'm fine."
"My mom said you need a couple days to heal, at least."
Isaac pulled away from his grasp. "I know you're trying to help, and it's endearing. But Scott, seriously, come on. I'm not seven."
Scott was quiet for a moment, staring down at his feet. Briefly, Isaac felt sorry for giving him a hard time.
"Can you at least eat something?" Scott nagged
"Oh my god." Isaac stormed to the cabinet, pulling out the first thing his hand could reach.
"You're planning on eating unsweetened cocoa powder?"
Isaac looked down at the container in hands, and then back at Scott, wearing the stupidest smug expression.
Isaac scoffed uncomfortably. "Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" He taunted, grabbing a spoon and unscrewing the lid. Wanting to prove him wrong more than anything in the world, he reluctantly dug out a heaping pile of cocoa powder, and shoved it in his mouth.

He only lasted about ten seconds.

Scott's howl of laughter rang out throughout the entire house as Isaac then ran to the faucet to rise out his mouth.
"Am I going to have to force feed you?" Scott asked, still trying to recover.
Once again, Isaac gaged. "Over my dead body."
"That can be arranged if you don't get some rest."
"Oh, we are not having this conversation."

This is short and I #hateit but I'm trying to update