BELLYACHE | d. kingwell

v. thanksgiving fiasco

BELLYACHE !

CHAPTER FIVE- THANKSGIVING FIASCO !

REAL LIFE !

CONAN HAD BEEN anticipating dylan's arrival since the day he told him and noah that he'd be coming to visit soon.

it was bad enough that he wasn't able to pick him up at the airport because his flight came in by the time that conan should've already been asleep, but now he was sick the day he was supposed to finally see him again, too.

luckily for conan, dylan was a good friend and offered to come over and binge watch movies with him. unluckily for conan, dylan was coming over when he felt like a congested and tired mess.

currently, he was contemplating on taking a short nap- just until dylan arrived- but then he got a text message from dylan saying that he was already on his way over.

conan decided to just go downstairs and make himself some coffee, while also taking the opportunity to make popcorn and take out the snacks they'd most likely be eating.

just as conan finished pouring the popcorn into a bowl, he heard the door bell ring.

"i'll get it!" he yelled out, his voice a bit raspy due to his cold, though it was unnecessary because both his parents were currently at work.

as soon as conan opened the door, he was tackled in a hug.

"i missed you!" dylan exclaimed. "i feel like i haven't seen you in years."

"it's only been three months, d." conan said as he pulled away from the hug to shut the front door while dylan kicked his shoes off and put them near the front door.

"that's basically as if i haven't seen you thirty years." dylan said, making conan laugh.

"jeez, sorry d. didn't know i was so missable and irresistible." he teased.

"hey! you can't blame me! i'm used to seeing you everyday when neither of us are busy filming." dylan said, trying to defend himself.

"yeah, yeah. whatever you say. now, come help me bring all the snacks from the kitchen upstairs." conan headed into the kitchen where everything was laid out while dylan followed him.

"maybe i should just bring everything up myself, we wouldn't want another thanksgiving fiasco." dylan said skeptically.

"you accidentally have a sneezing fit into a thanksgiving feast while you're sick one time, and suddenly, it defines you for life!"

"ah, yes. the nerve on some people!" dylan sarcastically stated before telling conan, "just go pick out a movie while i find out a way to bring everything up in one trip, co."

"fine. make sure you bring my coffee if you plan on leaving anything we might not want." conan reluctantly heads upstairs and goes into his room to pick out something to watch.

while he was deciding on whether to watch 'the notebook' or 'love, simon' conan hears an "ow!" coming from the hall.

dylan enters the room holding a coffee cup on one hand and a popcorn bowl and a plastic bag filled with snacks on the other.

"i stubbed my toe. sorry." he said sheepishly.

"are you alright?" conan asked, clearly worried about his friend.

"i'm fine. it just hurt." dylan laid everything on the night stand nearest to him before getting on the bed, "so, what are we watching?"

"i was thinking between these two," conan shows him both movies before continuing, "but i'm not really sure."

"the notebook? really, co? you're such a hopeless romantic." dylan said, laughing.

"you can't blame me! it's one of the greatest love stories ever. besides, it's not like you have a suggestion? do you?"

"how about 'on my block'? i still haven't finished it."

"i thought the whole point of this was to watch a movie?" conan questioned.

"it was, but now i'm more interested in finishing that show. i'm only on episode three." dylan pouted at that, making conan laugh.

"only episode three? it's been out for forever!" conan exclaimed.

"yeah, well. i've been busy! plus, it's like the ending of the episode."

"understandable. if that's what you really wanna watch, then sure. i'll put it on."

"thank you! love ya, co!" dylan exclaimed, leaning over to quickly kiss conan on the cheek.

"yeah, yeah. love you too." conan muttered before putting the show on.

about 20 minutes into episode four, conan found himself struggling to stay awake, even though he had already had his cup of coffee.

"you could go to sleep if you want, you know." dylan said, side-eyeing conan.

"i'm not tired!"

"yet you're basically half-asleep already!" dylan said, mocking him.

"these accusations are false." conan shakes his head and crosses his arms.

"you've already finished watching this, co. it's alright if you go to sleep, i won't mind. plus, you're probably really tired." dylan points out.

"if i go to sleep, will you wake me up when my mom gets home?" he asked.

"of course! unless i end up falling asleep, too, that is."

"guess it's lights out for me then."

"have a nice nap, co. love you." dylan ruffled his hair, making conan scrunch his nose and smack his hand away.

before conan knew it, he was slowly drifting off to sleep as dylan laughed at something being said and ran his fingers through conan's hair, which he often did to help conan sleep better.

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