Prucan OneShots (Requests are open)

The Cafeteria

A normal day at the World's High School, as October rolls in upon a wonderfully wicked wednesday.

It's lunch, and at a round table in the back of the cafeteria, by the stage, and trophy cases filled with trophies that the man sitting at the round table could care less about.

Currently, his headphones were in, as he tapped his right black sneakered foot against the smooth white floor to the beat of a bass boosted playlist.

He had hardly touched his peanut butter sandwich or his long plastic water bottle. He was in thought trying to stop being frustrated with his latest project that he had failed to complete in class.

He was so in thought that he didn't notice a man sneaking up behind him, as he poked the younger males sides, causing him to jump in his seat.

He looked around for the culprit and glared amusingly at his friend and partner.

"Gil!" He said, swatting at the man with his right hand.
The older albino dogged, by sliding back into the white bricked wall, snickering, as he sat down by the red-sweater wearing teen.
"So what's up Birdie, you haven't touched your dildo water at all yet. It's still full.
"Shut it." The blonde said rolling his eyes.

The older red-eyed man meant was the dark blue, plastic, cylinder, filter in the man's water.

Apparently, it reminded everyone of a dildo, but the water in his part of town was disgusting, and the filter made it better.

"I'm going to kick you if you don't stop calling it that." the Canadian said in a joking tone.

"Aww, but you love it when people talk about your dildo-OW!"
A few heads turned to look at the two but then resumed eating.
"How could you abuse me in such a way?" The pale man said dramatically, as he placed the back of his right hand on his clear forehead, and the other on his dark grey v-neck shirt, over his heart.

Another kick.
"Abuse!" the older male yelled out with a smile plastered onto his face.

"So why aren't you eating?" The white-haired man asked.

"I could ask you the same."
"I ate cold tater tots thank you very much," Gilbert responded putting his arms behind his head, as he propped his jean legs, and clean, old, combat boots on the round grey table.

"Your turn Birdie." The grey-shirted male asked.
The Canadian paused the song playing from his iPod touch. He ran his right hand through his hair as he began to spoke, unaware that the man beside him was mesmerized with thoughts of when the Canadian did that during a different situation that made him blush.
"It's just this project that we're doing in science," The blonde began "I'm having a lot of trouble with it."

"Yeah." the paler man said absently, his mind still on a different time.
Said entranced man shook his head. "Sorry, so science?" He said hoping that he guessed what was wrong.
"Yeah." His boyfriend replied.

"Just come over later, and I'll help you with it."
"Thanks, babe." The Canadian said with an adorable smile that Gilbert felt his cheeks go red at the sight of.