Academy One-shots and Drabbles

Like Baby, Baby, Baby...No?

Kota was in a dilemma. There were a lot of things he could tolerate in life; Luke's odd obsession with chocolate and North's constant need to keep everyone healthy we're prime examples. However, as he stared down at the phone in his hand, he wondered if he even had the brain capacity to comprehend what his baby sister was asking him to do.

"Kota, he's coming down here for a concert and I just have to go! I mean it's Justin Bieber!" Jessica exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "He'll probably never come back here ever again and I'll regret it for the rest of my life! Can you please, please come with me and Stacy?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. If there was one thing he learned living most of his life with females, it was that if you kept them happy, there would be no problems. There was a saying: happy wife, happy life. Kota was one hundred percent positive that term applied to baby sisters and a mother who could be scary when she wanted to be. Igniting her wrath sounded like a suicide mission.

"C'mon, Kota, please? I'll never ever ask you for anything ever again! I swear!" Jessica pleaded, her bottom lip trembling as she sank to her knees dramatically.

Gabriel sniggered, finding the whole thing hilarious. "Yeah, Kota, won't you please? It's just one itty, bitty concert with tons of screaming fan girls and crazy cougar mom's hellbent on grabbing a piece of Bieber." He mocked, practically in stitches.

Kota frowned. "You know what? I'll take you, Jess. And Gabriel can come with us, right Gabe?" He grinned back at Gabriel, finally finding the whole thing hilarious after all. Sometimes being team lead wasn't so bad.

Jessica squealed and Kota winced at the sound of it. "Really?! Oh my god, yes! Thank you Kota! And thanks Gabe! You guys are the best!" She shrieked, running upstairs with her cellphone in hand.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold the mother fucking phone! I got plans and none of them involve that pretty boy with the bad attitude." Gabriel was practically gobsmacked, his mouth hanging open in shock. "Why do I have to suffer along with you?!"

"For one, it's this or go bikini waxing with my mom. Your pick, Gabe." Kota replied, extremely satisfied with himself. He let it hang in the air for a few seconds but he was positive Gabe didn't want to get his leg hairs ripped off in the most painful way possible.

Gabriel made a noise in the back of his throat before dragging a hand down his face. "Fuck, fine! But Trouble is sleeping with me and Luke tonight."

As Jessica came meandering down the stairs, still squealing, Gabriel seemed refined in his fate, completely defeated.

Kota patted his back, sympathizing. He's had to deal with this practically his whole life. "And now, you will listen to an entire Justin Bieber album on repeat for the next eight hours."

Gabriel's face fell. "You're a monster."

"That's Dr. Frankenstein to you."