One Shots

Brandon was unusually quiet when he got home. You could tell he was pissed, but you didn’t know how to cheer him up. It had been a pretty bad loss, though, so you couldn’t blame him.

You sat on the couch, laptop balanced on your knees as you searched the Internet for ideas on how to cheer someone up. Soon getting bored, you found yourself scrolling through Tumblr, laughing at the Vines and photos running down your dash.

This is just what he needs, some laughs and dairy goodness. Brandon always managed to give you a good laugh and some ice cream when you were feeling down, so that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Switching on the TV, you grabbed the BluRay case for The Hangover and put the disc in the player. While it loaded, you headed to the kitchen and tossed a bag of popcorn in the microwave, then set about rummaging through the freezer for vanilla ice cream. Luckily, you found a fresh pail.

Grabbing a banana, you peeled it and sliced it in half lengthwise, placing it in the shallowest bowl you could find. Three giant scoops of ice cream went on top. Next, you grabbed a can of whipped cream, piling it high over top the ice cream. The final touch was to add the chocolate syrup over it all, shaking sprinkles over that and adding sliced strawberries to the side. Done.

Placing the banana split and the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table (extra butter on it, the way he liked), you went to retrieve Brandon from the bedroom. You knocked on the door, knowing he’d rather you not just open it when he was pissed.

He answered after a few seconds. “What?” he grunted.

"I’ve got a surprise for you."

He rolled his eyes. “Not interested.”

"Oh come on, you’ll like it. Stop being so grumpy!" You hoped you weren’t pushing his buttons.

"I said, I’m not interested. Just tired, so I want to go to sleep." He turned to close the door, but you grabbed his wrist.

"I did not just spend five minutes making a perfect banana split just for it to go to waste, and I sure as hell ain’t eating it all myself." He winced a little at your sass. "Besides,The Hangover is already in and ready to go, popcorn’s hot with extra butter. You are coming to watch, whether you like it or not.” You crossed your arms, waiting.

He cracked a smile at your attitude. “Bossy tonight, aren’t you?”

You waited, eyebrow raised.

"Fine, I’m coming. This better damn be the most magically delicious banana split ever, though."

His tone lightened, and you could see his anger disappear slowly.

He closed the door, presumably to put shorts on or something. You left, waiting on the couch for him. When Brandon appeared, you grinned. Shirtless, wearing his boxer shorts. He sat right beside you, arm around your shoulders, holding you close. Nice, safe, and warm.

He hit ‘play’ on the remote. “Alright, let’s get this party started.”

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