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"A little more of this..and some of this..hmm," Benji took a minute away from the little creation he had made on the kitchen counter to venture off to the fridge. He opened it with ease, and searched the pockets of the appliance for something, finally pulling out fake lunch meat and the italian dressing.
He shook up the bottle of dressing as he walked back over to the toasted bread on the counter. there he piled on the soy meat and popped the cap off of the italian dressing and poured it onto the opposite slice of bread; and with that he picked up the dressing soaked peice of crusty bread and smacked it down onto the fake!lunchmeat.
Joel watched all this and grinned as he saw the cunning, witty smile of Benji. His twin picked up the sandwich and took the first bite. His expression showed total satisfaction. His gaze kept onto his brother, listening mostly to Billy, Paul, Chris, and the rest of the band (Including Mest) play some kind of game in the family room of Benji's house. But just as Benji had took a second bite, the worst came, seeing it from a mile away. There was Tony, walking into the opposite end of the kitchen from the other entrance. His gaze Fixed pointedly onto Benji.
Joel felt that he should warn his brother, but maybe the 'twin connection' had worked after all. Benji turned around, the hoagie in hand. His eyes falling onto the Spicy Italian from Chicago.
Benji made a yelp as Tony ran right for him and moved out of the way, standing behind the kitchen island. The bleach blonde grinned fiendishly and stood on the opposite side. Both darting back and fourth trying to trick one another into moving away. Tony wouldn't have it, as he jumped onto the island, Benji ran for it, but soon found himself on the floor in a sickening thud.
"Tony~" Benji groaned and realized that the sandwich was not in his posession anymore. "Damnit. Where.." He tried to get up but found the weight of a lovato on the small of his back.
His friend grinned and ran a finger through Benji's hair, smacking loudly as he ate the sandwich, "Dude, did you do something with your hair? It's awesome."
"No. It's always been this way." Benji rolled his eyes.
Joel, watching from the archway, shook his head and walked back into the family room, where he procceeded to tell the guys about the happenings in the kitchen.
Tony stood slowly after finishing the sandwich, licking every one of his fingers, "molto buon," he confesses to Benji. Who stands up, wiping off the front of his shirt.
"What the hell was that tony?"
"What was what?"
"Dude, don't play stupid games with me today."
"Stupid games?"
"yeah."
"I've never heard of stupid games before, Benji. Wanna give me the low down?"
"Shut up!" With that Benji started walking towards the refridgerator to get out something else to eat. He hadn't eaten since Joel made pancakes for him this morning.
Tony shrugged lightly and followed, he leaned into the fridge peering into it's cold cavern.
"Boo."
"Tony! Fuck! What the'hell are you on?!"
"Food."
"Seriously."
"Darn, you caught me in a lie--- I'm on you!" he laughs and grabs onto Benji, pulling himself up onto his back. "Now get your pudgey ass moving."
Benji let his hands rest to his sides. Not even bothering to help Tony stay balanced on his back. Finally he gave in as Tony let off a little whimper, "Help would be useful." he said as benji encircled his arms around his blonde friend's thighs.
"Okay! Tally-ho! Onward to...The pantry!" he said bouncing a little trying to get his friend to move, finally Benji took a step and another, and another, and yet another. Until Tony's forehead rested against the pantry door.