The Milk Fic..?

     The lights in Kroger flickered slightly in the dairy isle, illuminating the rows and rows of cow milk products. There was cheese.. there was ice cream on one side too... but most importantly of all.. there was cartons of milk. A whole section. Each milk carton contained pure milk, just waiting to be bought.
     Every single day milk would leave. Every single day new milk would come. One milk carton named, Milk#69 was still on the shelf, just waiting to be bought. All of them were, but this carton in particular was in for a surprise.

     "Hey, Milk#68?" Milk#69 Said to its friend.
     "What is it Milk#69?" Milk#68 Asked.
     "When do you think one of us will get bought?" Milk#69 Asked.
     "I don't know.. but, you know.. once we get bought.. we might never see each other again." Milk#68 pointed out.
     Milk#69 was about to respond, to tell it's friend that everything would be okay when everyone got dead quiet. The thing was.. if they spoke.. humans could hear them.. or so they thought.
     "Wait till' he sees what I have for him.." A man with brown hair said he walked down the dairy isle, carrying a basket.
What is he talking about? Who is he talking about?

     The man stopped in front of the many rows of milk, his eyes landing on Milk#69 and Milk#68. Reached forward and picked up both of the milk cartons and put them into the basket he was carrying. "These ones should do.." he mumbled.
     Milk#69 was terrified yet some part of it told it to be excited. After all, a nice seeming man had just bought it AND its friend. It's a win-win situation!
     The man carried the basket all the way to the front of the store now, walking at a very brisk pace. When he got to a check-out lane he got the milk's out of the basket and put them onto the belt, where they would be rang up and bagged.
     "That will be.. six dollars and sixty-six cents please!" Said the nice man behind the cash register.
     "Here you go," he looked at his name tag. "Frank."
     "Thank you for shopping at Kroger, please come again!" Said the boy with dyed hair.
     Milk#69 watched the person who had bought it closely. Milk#69 saw the man slip his phone out of his pocket.
Milk#69 watched as the man looked down at the phone, typed something in and then held it up to his ear. All of the sudden, all Milk#69 could See was brown. They had been bagged.

     Inside of the bag Milk#69 And Milk#68 listened to the persons conversations closely. It seemed as if he had talked to at least three different people.

"Listen, you guys can't come to the hotel room.."       "we need to get stuff done!"  Was What the milk's had heard of the first conversation that the man had.. but the second on was loud and clear and it happened once they were inside something... a car? Milk#69 had heard of those.

Beep, beep, boop. RING! RING! RING!

  "Hello..?" Said a man on the other end. They were on speaker phone.
  "Ryan are you in our hotel room?"
  "Yeah.. why?"
  "Cause' I'm coming back right now."
  "...."
  "...."
  "Already?"
  "Yep. I got what i- we needed."
  "Oh- Umm.. Okay.. I'll.. wait for you then.."
  "Okay. I'll be back soon. Bye."
  "Bye, Brendon."

     So.. that's who bought us.. 'Brendon'...

     "Ryan, I'm back!" Brendon called from the entrance of the hotel room once he had shut the door.
     "Okay!" Ryan said, appearing from around the corner.
     "Alright.. go get a bowl and the stuff." Brendon said.
     "W-which stuff?" Ryan asked innocently.
     "You know which stuff I'm talking about, Ryan." Brendon said, holding up Milk#68 and Milk#69.
     This 'Ryan' guy was obviously scared, but he went back around the corner and walked off to get 'the stuff'.

     "Here is the bowl, I'll go get the rest of the stuff.." Ryan said, putting the bowl on the bathroom sink counter.
     "Thanks, And hurry up too. We have a performance tomorrow, remember?" Brendon smirked.
     Ryan gulped. "Yeah.. I'll hurry.."

     Ryan brought in a tall thing with a bag on it and some sort of pipe thing. That's what it looked like to the Milk anyway. He also brought two towels. Then while Brendon watched, Ryan set down the towels in the bathtub and he started to take off his clothes.
     "Come on, we don't have all night~" Brendon teased.
     Once Ryan was all un-dressed he stepped into the tub, careful not to fall he bent down and got on his hands and knees. He knew it was going to take a bit for Brendon to get ready but it was easier to prepare himself this way.

     Brendon then picked up the wooden spoon Ryan had put in the bowl and put it to the side, he then reached down on the floor and picked up Milk#68, undid the cap and poured it out. NO! MILK#68! WHY!!?? Before Milk#69 knew it, Brendon had picked it up and undid its cap too. He then let the white liquid slosh into the bowl, a tiny bit spilled while doing this, but that's alright.
     Brendon looked over at Ryan. "I'll just add a bit off water to it." He said. Ryan nodded.
     Brendon then turned on the faucet and put the bowl underneath. Once there was enough water and milk he turned off the faucet and put the bowl to the side, picking up his wooden spoon.
     He then started to Swirl the spoon around in the milk and water mixture...

    Ryan was kneeling in the bathtub, a towel under his knees and another under his hands, his head turned as he craned his neck to watch Brendon working. The younger boy swirled the spoon around in the over-large bowl before tapping it against the rim and laying it on the counter. "You know it'll cool down a little once I get it in the bag, but is that good?" Brendon bent over next to the tub so Ryan could slowly dip two fingers into the bowl, nodding once.

"It's fine."

                                                                                              The End.