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dorksidefikerTitle: Fault
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Generation X
Table/Prompt:Table A/9. Clean
Character/Pairing: Angelo “Fuck YOU Chuck Austen” Espinosa, Everett, Jono
Rating: PG
Word Count: 218
Summary: In which a bad idea leads to consequences.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“This is all your fault,” Angelo growled at Everett, glaring at the other boy as he scrubbed at the front steps of the school. Everett said nothing, dipping his scrub brush into the bucket. Jono was watching them both from his perch on the hood of the Jeep, surrounded by a nearly physical aura of smugness. Angelo switched his glare from Everett to Jono, scrubbing harder as he muttered promises of retribution.
Not my fault, squire, Jono pointed out, still smug. Told you it was a bad idea. Told you Cassidy would catch you. Told you he’d be pissed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Angelo snapped.
“Just keep scrubbing,” Everett sighed. “Sooner we finish, sooner we can move on to the next part.”
Angelo threw his hands into the air. “What the hell makes you think there’s gonna be a next part?”
Everett set aside his scrub brush, fishing the key out of his pocket. “Wylie Coyote, suuuuper genius.”
Angelo’s jaw dropped, and Jono leaned forward.
“You… are incredible,” Angelo said in an awed whisper.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Generation X
Table/Prompt:Table A/9. Clean
Character/Pairing: Angelo “Fuck YOU Chuck Austen” Espinosa, Everett, Jono
Rating: PG
Word Count: 218
Summary: In which a bad idea leads to consequences.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“This is all your fault,” Angelo growled at Everett, glaring at the other boy as he scrubbed at the front steps of the school. Everett said nothing, dipping his scrub brush into the bucket. Jono was watching them both from his perch on the hood of the Jeep, surrounded by a nearly physical aura of smugness. Angelo switched his glare from Everett to Jono, scrubbing harder as he muttered promises of retribution.
Not my fault, squire, Jono pointed out, still smug. Told you it was a bad idea. Told you Cassidy would catch you. Told you he’d be pissed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Angelo snapped.
“Just keep scrubbing,” Everett sighed. “Sooner we finish, sooner we can move on to the next part.”
Angelo threw his hands into the air. “What the hell makes you think there’s gonna be a next part?”
Everett set aside his scrub brush, fishing the key out of his pocket. “Wylie Coyote, suuuuper genius.”
Angelo’s jaw dropped, and Jono leaned forward.
“You… are incredible,” Angelo said in an awed whisper.