𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

3:42 (spromeo, ralbert)

in which there's an engagement, race needs sleep, romeo is a chaotic child and specs will file for divorce he swears he will

remember when i said i write a lot of ralbert?

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modern au
ships: spromeo,
ralbert (mentioned)
words: 1079
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3:42 AM.

“No, Ro, you just haven’t turned the fucking stove on!”

“That’s bullshit! I just did!”

Specs woke up to crashing sounds from the kitchen, taking a deep sigh before rubbing his eyes and reaching over to the bedside table for his glasses.

Once he slipped his glasses on his face, he looked over to Romeo’s side. Romeo was gone, as he had expected. He took a look around him, squeezing his eyes shut when he heard a loud crash emerge from the kitchen. Specs reconsidered his life choices before finally deciding to go check whatever the hell was going on.

He slowly got out of bed, reminding himself to file for divorce after this. He walked down the hallway to the kitchen to find Romeo and Race standing over a pot of pasta. The two boys turned their heads at him simultaneously, Romeo flashing an awkward smile. “Hey, babe.”

Specs’ eyes squinted, looking between the two. He opened his mouth, trying to think of a reply, but closed it again. The pack with the remaining pasta falling off the counter and onto the floor broke the silence.

“Alright, I’ll bite, what are you guys doing and why is Race here at three in the morning?” Specs asked, staring at them with an unreadable expression.

“I uh… I was lonely and couldn’t sleep so I came over to make some pasta with Romeo.” Race explained, being the first one to move to pick up the fallen pack of pasta.

“You came to-“ Specs paused to take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of his nose “Yeah, no, that’s not even in the top five weirdest things you guys have done.” He smiled and walked over to them. “Plus, you both need sleep. I know for a fact that you’re both excellent cooks and this is just water with spaghetti inside. And the stove is off. And you were about to pour the sauce in.”

Race looked inside the pot. “Huh. Yeah. I haven’t slept in two days.” His voice cracked.

Specs exhaled sharply through his nose. “I- Okay, I’m... Alright-” He let out a laugh, seeing how ridiculous the situation actually was now that he wasn’t occupied with thinking of whether him or Romeo would keep the cat after he left him for waking up at three in the morning to find him making pasta. “Okay, Race is gonna sleep on the couch. It’s too late for you to walk back and Al’s not here to pick you up.” He put the pot away from the stove. “Not even sure how you decided walking all the way here was a good idea in the first place…”

“I’m pretty sure Race still has pyjamas left from when he lived here.” Romeo said and walked down the hall.