Title: The Fight
Author: Black_Wingedbird
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Author's Note: this is a major piece of fluff and silliness, created from me and Kimmy's role playing LATE one night. Think fast!
"Joey, get back here and finish this game!" Chris yelled, staring at the paused screen.
"No, I gotta get a drink," Joey said, walking to the refrigerator. The others pretended not to hear the two argue as they read magazines.
"You can't just pause Mario Kart!" Chris yelled. "It isn't human!"
"Live with it," Joey mumbled, taking a drink of Dr. Pepper.
"Don't be drinking my pop!" Chris yelled, not turning around.
"How'd you know I was?" Joey asked, setting the can on the counter.
"I can smell it, now get back here so I can beat you ass!" Chris whined, becoming irritating to the others.
Joey sighed and returned to his spot on the floor in front of the TV.
"It's about time," Chris huffed.
"Shut up," Joey said, getting mad.
The others set down their magazines and watched, knowing what was coming.
"Make me," Chris argued.
"Okay," Joey said, staring to get up.
"No, never mind," Chris said, remembering who was bigger than who. "You're too chunky. You might sit on me and kill me."
"You know what they say about small feet," Joey started, trailing off.
Chris's mouth dropped open. "I know what a girl wants," he boasted.
"Because you are one," Joey shot back.
"Hey, look who has their own business here?"
"So?"
"So you're so stupid you couldn't even open the door."
"At least I can fit through the door."
"Wha- that was harsh. Where'd you come up with that?" Chris asked, stunned.
"I don't know."
"Just shut up before I kick your Superman loving ass out the door," Chris started, not noticing how the others were desperately trying to hold in their laughter.
"Hey, you leave him out of this lice-boy," Joey said.
"I do not have lice!" Chris yelled.
"Not anymore," Joey corrected.
"Kiss my ass, big foot."
"No thanks, I've kissed nicer things at an Amish village."
"I think all that hair dye has soaked into your brain," Chris mumbled.
"At least I have a brain."
"Oh, that hurt. Boo hoo."
"Cock sucker."
Chris gasped. "What did you call me, dick head?"
"See, you can't even say penis," Joey laughed.
"Fudge packer."
"Okay, now you're getting nasty."
"You already are."
"No human can sing the high notes, I'll hand that to ya," Joey smiled.
"At least I know where to stick it," Chris smirked.
"Where's that dog of yours? I wanna cut it's tail off and stuff it down your throat."
"You touch one hair on that dog and my foot will be so far up your ass, you'll need surgery to get it out."
"Oh, now you're scary," Joey shot back.
"Are you done now?" Chris asked, looking longingly at the Nintendo game.
"Yeah, I guess," Joey sighed, picking up his controller.
"Okay, go," Chris said, returning to their game.
Justin, Lance and J.C. quickly went outside, where they erupted with laughter. "What a bunch of dorks!" Justin laughed.
"We should record that one of these times," Lance said, tears of laughter rolling down his face.
"No one would ever believe it!" J.C. laughed.
End