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So, here's the first post! A small drabble I wrote a few weeks ago. kayriff has read this one, methinks. :P
If you guys have stories lying about, please share!
Title: Keith's Got A Secret
Rating: PG
Pairings: Keith/Ronnie
Word Count: 342! It's short but it's cute!
Disclaimer: I don't own Keith. Nor do I own Ronnie, unfortunately!
Keith smothered a yawn in his hand as he flipped through the paper, as he did every morning before wandering out into the world. He pushed his glasses further up his nose and squinted through them at an article about recent record sales in Britain.
Absorbed by the story, which contained more than a few references to The Rolling Stones, he failed to notice Ronnie, who'd decided to let himself into Keith's home and was now helping himself to some toast.
"Good... morning?" Keith watched the man from over his spectacles with eyebrows raised.
"Allo, mate," he said, through a mouth full of toast. He opened his mouth once more, as though to speak, but shut it suddenly and began to point frantically at Keith.
"What's your problem, then?" he asked, but it didn't take the guitarist long to figure out what it was Ronnie was pointing at. He took his glasses of hastily and tried to hide them away.
"No! Hang on! You wear glasses?"
"No." answered Keith, as though he hadn't just been wearing them.
"How long have you been wearing glasses?"
"I don't need glasses," he growled.
Ronnie snatched them from his band mate and Keith jumped up, in a frantic attempt to get them back. The two chased each other around the living room, wrestling about for some time before they finally found themselves lying in a pile on the sofa.
"Are they only for reading?" asked Ronnie, now sitting atop his friend, a look of triumph playing in his features. He held the glasses over his eyes to stare through them.
"I don't -- no! They are not for reading because my eyes are fine!"
"What're you making a big deal for?" asked Ronnie, his voice shrill. "They're only glasses, mate! And besides," at last, he placed them carefully back onto the guitarists face. "I think they make you look just lovely."
"I'm sure they do." muttered Keith, pushing them further up his nose. "We'll run out and buy you a pair. See how lovely you look."
If you guys have stories lying about, please share!
Title: Keith's Got A Secret
Rating: PG
Pairings: Keith/Ronnie
Word Count: 342! It's short but it's cute!
Disclaimer: I don't own Keith. Nor do I own Ronnie, unfortunately!
Keith smothered a yawn in his hand as he flipped through the paper, as he did every morning before wandering out into the world. He pushed his glasses further up his nose and squinted through them at an article about recent record sales in Britain.
Absorbed by the story, which contained more than a few references to The Rolling Stones, he failed to notice Ronnie, who'd decided to let himself into Keith's home and was now helping himself to some toast.
"Good... morning?" Keith watched the man from over his spectacles with eyebrows raised.
"Allo, mate," he said, through a mouth full of toast. He opened his mouth once more, as though to speak, but shut it suddenly and began to point frantically at Keith.
"What's your problem, then?" he asked, but it didn't take the guitarist long to figure out what it was Ronnie was pointing at. He took his glasses of hastily and tried to hide them away.
"No! Hang on! You wear glasses?"
"No." answered Keith, as though he hadn't just been wearing them.
"How long have you been wearing glasses?"
"I don't need glasses," he growled.
Ronnie snatched them from his band mate and Keith jumped up, in a frantic attempt to get them back. The two chased each other around the living room, wrestling about for some time before they finally found themselves lying in a pile on the sofa.
"Are they only for reading?" asked Ronnie, now sitting atop his friend, a look of triumph playing in his features. He held the glasses over his eyes to stare through them.
"I don't -- no! They are not for reading because my eyes are fine!"
"What're you making a big deal for?" asked Ronnie, his voice shrill. "They're only glasses, mate! And besides," at last, he placed them carefully back onto the guitarists face. "I think they make you look just lovely."
"I'm sure they do." muttered Keith, pushing them further up his nose. "We'll run out and buy you a pair. See how lovely you look."