Author: Hawk Clowd PM
A drabble written for a friend. After the whole thing is over, Chicken Little confronts the biggest challenge of all.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Words: 293 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12-16-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2704680
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Disclaimer: This is obviously Disney's doing. Not mine. I don't really have the skill to pull off animated features.
Notes: This is a drabble requested by my friend Lauren. It contains slight spoilers, but nothing too terrible. Um... I apologize to your brains. Thank you.
It was once everything was said and done and they had saved the world from a terrible fate involving alien death rays that the hard part came. Well, not immediately afterward. There was a party first. But after the party -- well, more during the party, when Chicken went to the kitchen to get more soda... THAT was when the hard part came.
"What was that all about, Chicken Little?" Abby asked, coming up behind Chicken.
Chicken jumped, startled, and moved backward, away from Abby's advances, until his back was against the wall. "Ur... Well, um, you see..."
"Don't try to make excuses! Excuses are only another form of denial!"
They were? Chicken balked slightly. "Well... I... I didn't mean..."
Abby interrupted him again. "You just ran off! Kissed me and ran off and --"
Chicken stuttered. The end was near. Abby was going to pluck him and roast him and...
Abby paused. "You think I'm attractive?"
That was it? Chicken stared at her and then let out a relieved breath of air. "Yes," he said at last.
"Oh. Okay." Abby smiled.
Chicken smiled back.
"So..." he tried.
"So..." she urged.
"You... Uh... Want a soda?" He held up the box in his hands.
Abby shrugged. "Okay," she said. "Thanks."
And that was all.