THE TUPPERWARE FIC:
Ryan was kneeling in a bathtub, cleaning the drain. Brendon walks in and grabs the hand soap. "Where is my good hand soap?" "I used the last of it." "WHY DID YOU USE IT! THAT WAS THE LAST MY FAVORITE SOAP!" Brendon Yelled. "I'm sorry, hunny." Ryan said. "NOW, YOUR CALLING ME WINNIE THE POOHS' FAVORITE FOOD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, RY! FIRST, YOU USE MY SOAP,
AND NOW THIS!" Brendon screamed. "HEY, YOU JUST CALLED ME RYE! A TYPE OF BREAD!" Ryan yelled back. "IT WAS PAYBACK FOR CALLING ME WINNIE THE POOHS' FAVORITE FOOD!" "YOU KNOW BRENDON, I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE FUNNY. I ONLY CALLED YOU HUNNY, BECAUSE EVERYONE SHIPS US, AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY!" "Ryan, our friendship might not be working out. "But, Brendon, we're besties." "We WERE, besties. Let's talk about this in the morning. It's already 9:00. I'm going to bed." "Ok, I'll go to bed to. Goodnight Brendon." "I hope you have nightmares that as bad as the ones this fanfic writer had when she was young." Brendon said. "You want me to have traumatizing nightmares of something that traumatized me in real life, just like the writer!? That's very mean." Ryan said. "Yes Ryan, I do." Brendon replied, truthfully. "I hate you, Brendon." "And I hate you, Ryan." To Be Continued... *Seinfeld music playing in background.* also, traumatizing, might have been an exaggeration. My nightmares did ruin my life severely, though.
