Drabble: Social Engagement (Troy/Abed, pg)
Title: Social Engagement
Author: turntap2
Rating: pg
Pairing: Troy/Abed
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Annie, Abed and I were talking--and we want you to plan our wedding." (Troy said smiling as Annie's eyes popped from her head.)
Author's Notes: Horribly short drabble(450 words) that I'll never finish into a fic. Had to stop it from stewing on my computer, however. Un-beta'd!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
"Y-you want me to plan your wedding?"
Troy and Abed looked at Annie the way they had looked at her during hundreds of study groups sessions, but now they were holding hands.
"What--Troy, Abed," Jeff sighed. "Since when were you two getting married?"
"Since 10:38 PM of April 2nd," said Abed. "At the drive-in during the last movie of a Peter Jackson drive-in movie marathon."
He popped the question, mouthed Troy which ellicited a particularly high-pitched awwwww-oh, how nice! from Britta and Shirley.
"Well, congratulations, you two," said Pierce, slapping Troy on the shoulder. "And here I thought the first gay wedding we'd all attend would be Jeff's."
"Pierce--" started Jeff ("What? And the second would be Britta's."). "Wait you two are actually serious? You're getting married? The forever kind?"
"What's so miraculous about it, Jeff? Is it really that bizarre that a 21-one year old black man and a 30-year old half-Polish, half-Palestinian man want to join themselves in civil union?"
Everyone stared at Britta.
"THIS--" said Britta, ignoring them all. "Is a young, progressive, 21st century couple expressing their love in the highest form of commitment." Britta stood up to squeeze Troy and Abed's shoulders. "Abed, Troy, I wanted to let you know, that I support you two in your civil union."
"I do too. If you two can't stop...fornicating, you should at least do it domestically. Oh, congratulations!" Shirley went over to pull Troy and Abed into a warm hug. "I'm going to bake you two engagement brownies!"
"And I'll foot the bill for whatever kinky honeymoon you two are planning," said Pierce. "Heck, I'll foot the bill for the whole shebang."
"Okay, hold on here--" Now Jeff stood up. "Pierce, Shirley, Britta. This is Abed and Troy we're talking about. They built a jungle maze out of old refrigerator boxes three days ago!"
"And it was terrifying," noted Troy. Abed patted his arm and nodded in agreement.
"Geez, Jeff, does it feel weird to be acting this high-strung?" Said Britta, glaring at him.
That was when Annie stood up so fast she knocked over her chair. Everyone gawked at her as she began flapping her hands uselessly.
"I--PLANNING--WE-WE-WE---"
"She's hyperventilating!"
---
"Maybe we should haved asked someone else to plan the wedding. The trope of having a close friend plan a wedding has always ended with the friend emotionally and physically drained."
"Yeah but, who's better at planning things then Annie? She scheduled for me to get my wisdom teeth out."
"True."
"And besides, we pretty much planned half ot it ourselves. Instead of the regular wedding march song, they'll play the theme from Die Hard 2; and there'll be tacos at the reception. Bam. Half."
"Hm. Annie just sent me 14 emails."
Author: turntap2
Rating: pg
Pairing: Troy/Abed
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Annie, Abed and I were talking--and we want you to plan our wedding." (Troy said smiling as Annie's eyes popped from her head.)
Author's Notes: Horribly short drabble(450 words) that I'll never finish into a fic. Had to stop it from stewing on my computer, however. Un-beta'd!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
"Y-you want me to plan your wedding?"
Troy and Abed looked at Annie the way they had looked at her during hundreds of study groups sessions, but now they were holding hands.
"What--Troy, Abed," Jeff sighed. "Since when were you two getting married?"
"Since 10:38 PM of April 2nd," said Abed. "At the drive-in during the last movie of a Peter Jackson drive-in movie marathon."
He popped the question, mouthed Troy which ellicited a particularly high-pitched awwwww-oh, how nice! from Britta and Shirley.
"Well, congratulations, you two," said Pierce, slapping Troy on the shoulder. "And here I thought the first gay wedding we'd all attend would be Jeff's."
"Pierce--" started Jeff ("What? And the second would be Britta's."). "Wait you two are actually serious? You're getting married? The forever kind?"
"What's so miraculous about it, Jeff? Is it really that bizarre that a 21-one year old black man and a 30-year old half-Polish, half-Palestinian man want to join themselves in civil union?"
Everyone stared at Britta.
"THIS--" said Britta, ignoring them all. "Is a young, progressive, 21st century couple expressing their love in the highest form of commitment." Britta stood up to squeeze Troy and Abed's shoulders. "Abed, Troy, I wanted to let you know, that I support you two in your civil union."
"I do too. If you two can't stop...fornicating, you should at least do it domestically. Oh, congratulations!" Shirley went over to pull Troy and Abed into a warm hug. "I'm going to bake you two engagement brownies!"
"And I'll foot the bill for whatever kinky honeymoon you two are planning," said Pierce. "Heck, I'll foot the bill for the whole shebang."
"Okay, hold on here--" Now Jeff stood up. "Pierce, Shirley, Britta. This is Abed and Troy we're talking about. They built a jungle maze out of old refrigerator boxes three days ago!"
"And it was terrifying," noted Troy. Abed patted his arm and nodded in agreement.
"Geez, Jeff, does it feel weird to be acting this high-strung?" Said Britta, glaring at him.
That was when Annie stood up so fast she knocked over her chair. Everyone gawked at her as she began flapping her hands uselessly.
"I--PLANNING--WE-WE-WE---"
"She's hyperventilating!"
---
"Maybe we should haved asked someone else to plan the wedding. The trope of having a close friend plan a wedding has always ended with the friend emotionally and physically drained."
"Yeah but, who's better at planning things then Annie? She scheduled for me to get my wisdom teeth out."
"True."
"And besides, we pretty much planned half ot it ourselves. Instead of the regular wedding march song, they'll play the theme from Die Hard 2; and there'll be tacos at the reception. Bam. Half."
"Hm. Annie just sent me 14 emails."