222 - Saturday Afternoon

[surferboy_09er]

The only good thing about the writers strike was that MTV had nothing better to play than Top Model marathons. Which pleased both Sparkles (since he loved Miss J) and Dick (since he had PMS). Dick was snuggled in his covers with a giant bowl of ice cream in his hands

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[misshargrove]

Annette shuffled into Dick's room with a box of tissue tucked under her arm. Her nose and eyes were red and she felt like utter crap, but she wanted to see him. She didn't have to have a reason dammit.

"Hi," she said, eyes going wide at the giant bowl of ice cream.

[surferboy_09er]

"Do you think I'm fat?" he asked.

[misshargrove]

...

"Is that a trick question?" she asked, brow arched.

[surferboy_09er]

"You do think I'm fat! I knew it!" he said, shoving another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. "How could you say that to me?"

[misshargrove]

Ooookay, Dick was in a mood. Obviously. So Annette approached his bed slowly and sat down at the foot of it, peering over at him. "Bad day, sweetie?" Maybe she should mention that if he ate all that ice cream, he would get fat.

[surferboy_09er]

"Oh, it's been just peachy," he said. "First I wake up and my stomach hurts and then I find out I'm a fatass and now I think the stress is causing me to break out."

[misshargrove]

This? was not her Dick.

"You are not fat, at all... and what are you stressing out about?"

[surferboy_09er]

"I'm stressing out because I'm faaaaaaaaaaat!" he whined.

The world should glad that Dick wasn't a girl.

[misshargrove]

"Dick, what in the hell is wrong with you?" Annette asked, frowning.

[surferboy_09er]

"I. Don't. Know," he said. "I feel like crap."

[misshargrove]

"Well eating that huge bowl of ice cream probably isn't helping, sweetie," she pointed out.

[surferboy_09er]

"It makes me feel better, okay?" he said. He looked at the box of tissues in Annette's hand. "You feel like crap too?"

[misshargrove]

"Fine," she said, feeling like this situation seemed oddly familiar. Weird. "Yeah, I'm sick. And getting sicker. NyQuil is evil."

[surferboy_09er]

"Why is NyQuil evil?" he asked, scooting over in bed so she could sit next to him.

[misshargrove]

"Because it makes me feel all loopy and I nearly lost Angel because of it," she answered and moved up along the bed to sit next to him.

[surferboy_09er]

"The loopiness is why I like it," he said with a smirk. He could care less if she lost Angel. He hated that stupid cat. Just thinking about it wanted to make him eat more ice cream.