McPriceley Oneshots

Oh??? Worm???

Requested by my darling  elder_bitch so yayyyyy

It wasn't necessarily like a fight over something stupid but it is a stupid oneshot so I hope that works!

Connor's POV

"STEP AWAY FROM THAT GUN ELDER PRICE!" I scream, hurriedly scraping the frosting from my eyebrows.

[Freeze frame]

[Record scratch]

Yep, that's me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

Maybe it's better if we go back... and another person tells the story.

Kevin's POV (ten minutes earlier)

"Hey!" Elder McKinley says, practically bouncing into the room with the energy only he could produce at eight AM on a Monday morning.

"Gay-" I cough desperately. "Hey!!!!!!"

"You seem peppy today!" Elder McKinley says. I almost laugh aloud at that. "How are you?"

"As fantastic as I can be," I say, smiling. As soon as he turns I sigh and rest my head on the table. Fantastic as I can be????? Boi?????

"What is this?" Elder McKinley asks, staring into the fridge. I yawn and stand, peering over his shoulder at the blue and pink monstrosity smack dab on the center shelf.

"Ahhhh," I say, taking a sip from my coffee cup. "That is Elder Thomas' birthday cake for Elder Church. Or, should I say.... birthday catastrophe."

"Don't be so mean, Elder Price," Elder McKinley says, lightly smacking my shoulder. He pauses for a moment, contemplating the cake. "But... is Elder Poptarts really going to make us eat it?"

I laugh for a moment before trailing off, staring at Elder McKinley warmly. He's not paying attention to me, just staring in horror at Elder Thomas' creation. It gives me sometime to just easily look at him. Admire this too beautiful man. It's practically unfair, how attractive this cheerful, bouncy boy is.

"I hope not," I say, when I realize that he was actually waiting for an answer.

Then-

BOOM

"Oh my gosh!" I say, falling to the ground desperately, the blast echoing in my ears. "Elder McKinley! Get down!" I flail around like a frantic, helpless worm on my stomach. "Does the hut have a bomb shelter?"

"Elder Price, it's fine." Elder McKinley crouches, clearly trying not to laugh. "It wasn't a bomb. You can get up."

I look up slowly, suddenly aware of my compromising and incredibly embarrassing position lying like a confused frog. I stand carefully, nodding. "Um. You're right. I should probably go outside and check out what's going on."

"You do that," he says, smirking. "Come back when you know."

"Gotcha," I say, smirking back and trying to look like someone who wasn't just previously slithering on the floor like a demented eel.

I exit the door to screams, bangs, and peaches.

Connor's POV

Elder Price heads to the door, and I resist the urge to call after him "worm boi". But I'm a nice person. I refrain from doing so. Right as he reaches the door, Elder Poptarts pushes past me to the fridge.

"Did you hear that blast?" I ask him as his tiny blond head disappears into the fridge before pulling out his Frankenstein's Monster of cakes, as big as his torso.