McPriceley Oneshots

Marshmallows

I'm working on like a story story right now so this may take me a sec to update oneshots. However, I promise I will be updating more regularly.

Have this little fluffy drabble (borderline crack fic) cause I'm exhausted

Kevin

"Elder Price?"

"Yeah?" I ask, snapping back to attention. "What was the question?"

"What's your bet for how many marshmallows Elder Church can fit in his mouth?" Elder Michaels as

"...Really?" 

"He claims he can fit twenty-seven."

"That seems ridiculous," I say, trailing off once more... Elder McKinley was across from me. Was I actually supposed to be concentrating on this stupid conversation when I have the option of admiring Elder McKinley's beautiful red locks and piercing blue eyes? A hopeless fight, really. I'm a mere mortal man.

"Does anyone have marshmallows?" Elder Zelder asks, looking around as I lose most of my hearing. The only sound that makes its way to my mind is Elder McKinley's sparkling laughter as he watchs Elder Church determinedly line marshmallows up on the dining room table.

Elder Cunningham watches between his fingers as Elder Church begins to fill his mouth with marshmallows. He's up to thirteen, and looking as if he's regretting his previous statement of twenty-seven. I'm watching despite how ridiculous this situation is- and because Elder McKinley is also watching, with a hand smacked over his mouth to hold in his giggles. 

"Eighteen," Elder Poptarts says with a glinting smirk on his face. "Nineteen."

Elder Church tries yet another marshmallow, starting to pile out of his mouth and quivering-threatening to overflow.

"This won't end well," I mutter, and Elder McKinley catches my eye with a laugh. I look away, flushed. This is unlike me.

"Twenty two," Elder Poptarts exclaims with wicked glee. "Twenty three-" as Elder Church places the twenty third marshmallow on the top of the marshmallow mountain, the mountain crumbles out of his mouth and onto the table. 

"Ew!" Elder Davis shrieks, stumbling away from the table. 

Elder Church eats the remainder of the marshmallows in his mouth, coughing slightly. "Twenty three."

"Twenty two," Elder Poptarts says smugly. "The twenty third broke it, remember?" Elder Church rolls his eyes- and throws a marshmallow at Elder Poptarts.

"Hey!" Elder Poptarts shrieks, and threw a marshmallow back at him.

The kitchen erupts.

I barely escape the kitchen without sugary gelatin in my hair. I make it outside to the doorstep, sitting down and sighing. My feelings for Elder McKinley are getting overwhelming. He's constantly on my mind with a soft smile, and I hear his voice in my dreams day and night. He's so incredibly perfect, that I-

"Want a marshmallow?" 

I look up from the doorstep into the beautiful eyes of the man I was just thinking about. 

"I think I've actually had enough for a while," I say with a grin.

Elder McKinley smiles and sits down next to me, offering a marshmallow anyway. I take it anyway, squishing it slightly between my fingers.

"Cute," he remarks.

"Like you," I say quietly, eyes flickering up over to the horizon where the blazing afternoon sun is setting, casting his red hair in a fiery orange glow.

"What?" I look over, and see that he's blushing heavily. He heard me.

"Nothing," I say, trying to backtrack, but he's latched on tight. 

"You think I'm cute?"

"Maybe," I say, looking him in the eyes.

Elder McKinley grins. "I think.... I think you're cute too."

I scoff. "What?"

He takes my hand and inadvertently smushes the marshmallow. "Yeah."

I smile like an idiot. "Oh. Okay."

Elder McKinley pauses for a second, looking at me with his soft smile, and rests his head on my shoulder with quiet sigh, returning to the sunset. After a moment's thought, I rest my head on top of his and look at the sky with him. I could stay like this forever.

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haha cliche and stupid closing lines? that's what exhausted Emma resorts to.

Love you all!!!

-Em