Nathan Chen Sickfics

Cornflakes

"If you could change one thing what would you change?" Vincent asks conversationally as he strikes a pose in the overgrown wheat field.

"Definetly wouldn't have met you," Nathan states simply, a smirk rising up his face, as he stands poised next to Vincent.

Kelly's corn flakes had offered them both a brand label for their new wheat cereal, and to both boy's excitement, they were now about to be featured on the front of a box of cereal.

"Vincent, turn to your left ever so slightly, and Nathan stop looking like you want to kill Vincent," Their photographer, Joan instructs.

Nathan offers a sheepish smile as Vincent turns to the left, and Joan snaps her camera with extravagant speed. .

"Hair," Celina yells as she dashes into frame and fixes the position of one of Nathan's overgrown curls.

"All this work to later be photoshopped and then put on a box of cereal," Vincent states.

"Maybe they'll photoshop you out?" Nathan suggests, eyes twinkling in the setting sun.

"Excuse me, everyone is going to want to buy the cereal because it has MY face on it," Vincent declares as he stares inquisitively at Nathan.

"Well sorry to rain on your parade, but I already have a cereal box with my face on it," Nathan informs.

"You looked ugly in that photo," Vincent states simply, as Joan catches a couple last photos.

"Did you just pinch me?" Nathan inquires, as he feels a dull pain throb up from his elbow.

"Why would I do that?" Vincent questions.

"Just, never mind," Nathan says, as he turns to face the camera once again.

"Okay boys that's a wrap," Joan states. "We'll see you tomorrow at the rink to shoot your interviews, and take a couple more photos for the website."

"Cool," Vincent says as he watches the crew begin to unassemble the lights and camera stands.

"We'll send the shots to you, and we can go over them later," Joan states, as she watches the quickly descending sun.

Both boys nod their head in approval, as them and the crew begin the hike back to the parking lot.

"When do you think we get to sample the cornflakes?" Vincent questions from his place, flopped on a hotel bed.

Nathan shrugs in response.

"I mean like it's cool and all that we have our faces on a cornflakes box, but if it doesn't taste good then like I ain't want my face on it," Vincent states.

"It'll taste fine, it's literally just cornflakes," Nathan says in reply, as he scrolls through his Instagram.

"JUST CORNFLAKES?" Vincent roars. "It's literally our faces."

"On a box of corn flakes," Nathan states in a monotonous voice.

"Whatever," Vincent replies as he rolls his eyes yet again.

Nathan takes that moment to look down at the skin around his elbow that is throbbing painfully.

An ever so small red welt has appeared right at the joint, and he touches it experimentally. It's hot to the touch, and painful.

He rolls down his jacket sleeve cautiously, and returns to scrolling through Instagram.

"Hey Nathan?" Vincent questions as he turns to look back at the older boy.