Drabble 01: Cute


"You're cute."

"WHAT?"

"It's true, Chazz. You're cute."

Chazz could feel a vein about to pop out of his forehead. Never in his entire life has he been called cute. Handsome? Yes. Hot? Definably. But cute? Never.

"And why exactly am I… Cute?"

"You just are. No matter how cliché it may sound, but because of the way you walk, the way you talk, and Hell! Even the way you smirk and glare!"

"My glares aren't meant to be cute, they're meant to be the warning of upcoming doom."

"And I'm sure that to a lot of people they are, lover, but to me they're cute."

"Lover? Cute? Are you sane?"

"Chazz, darling. You know I'm not."

"Unfortunately, I do, love."

"See? Another thing that's cute about you!"

"How does me knowing you're insane make me cute?"

"It just does. You seem to know so many things, but at the same time you ponder your pretty little head over them."

"… You think I'm pretty?"

"No, I think you're cute."

"Oh…"

"But that's not a bad thing you know, a lot of people want to be called cute."

"Well I don't."

"Are you sure?"

"…"

"Ha! See? You want to be cute too!"

"Shut up Atticus, you're cute too."


And so ends the first drabble, ne? Lemme know what'cha think of it and if yawant me to continue, k?