A 2x5 mini snippet thing. Just bits of stories, prompted by words randomly chosen from the dictionary by me. There just wasn't enough AbbyHoagie Fanfiction out there.
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He would never understand why she needed to be right, while she'd never understand what the big deal about being on target was.
Her bravery paradoxically made Hoagie fear for Abby's life.
Sometimes, a girl just needed to fall, even if it was just to see if he would stand her back up.
Coming in last place was humiliating until she gave him that congratulatory kiss.
Abby really hated it when someone other than Hoagie was flying.
He cried as she blew out the candles.
Forget what Moonbase said, Numbah Five was not about to leave him behind!
They were as tough as their hats suggested.
"Dang it Hoagie! Abby said 'Move over' and she meant it!"
He'd never seen her take a joke that badly.
"You fell." "Don't judge me."
Hoagie rubbed the bump on his head, thanking whoever that Abby wasn't as mean as Kuki when she was angry.
"Abby's wish is your command? Abby wishes you'd knock it off."
Perhaps it was the fact that he looked like a kicked puppy that kept Numbah Five from killing him.
She was the only reason Hoagie didn't fly off into the skyline.
Part of her cursed herself for not bringing a coat, while another part didn't mind him sharing his bomber jacket.
"You're only fat if you think you are. Abby don't see anything wrong with you."
Her hands were freezing, so he held them in his own, choosing to ignore her glare, but not her blush.
He was one puzzle that she could not figure out; She wasn't aware of the missing piece.
"How do you even keep up with your life?!"
Oddly, he liked the backwards idea that she was his savior and he was the princess.
Something tightened in his chest whenever Abby smiled at him.
He never asked why she'd chosen to collapse on him rather than someone who could actually help.
It was worth the hour long nag-fest on "proper use of time" to see the look on her face.
After walking in to find his wife covered in orange juice, Hoagie really couldn't resist the horrible pun, even if it would earn him a hat-slap.
He laughed when she wore cosmetics simply because he needed an excuse as to why his face was red.
Abby wasn't a hopeless romantic, but Hoagie sure was.
The problem was that they were too busy worrying about the other to sleep.
Her candy cravings worried him a little.
"Okay, you're a good old-fashioned lover boy! Now stop singing that song 'fore Abby pounds ya!"
"Abby told ya to stop singing that song!"
When the Delightfuls insulted his weight, Hoagie didn't see why Abby was offended.
"That's it! Abby's taking your CDs!"
Only they could have started off fighting and ended up kissing.
He almost felt bad for the bullies that had been tormenting him before she stepped in. Almost.
"Lemme put my luggage down before you hug me to death next time, kay?"
"Seriously. Move. Over."
His cooking nearly made up for forgetting the alfredo.
There were times when he really wasn't sure if she was real.
"This is kinda awkward, huh?"
She loved the fact that he believed in the tooth fairy.
A teenage Abby didn't know why she smiled every time she saw or heard an airplane.
He somehow always managed to pull her out of the black hole of her mind.
She stayed by his side throughout that wretched coma until he woke up, confused and scared.
She tapped her fingers on the armrest, searching out the window for his flight.
She knew he possessed a brain, but Abby wished that he'd stop using it only for arguing.
It was only after he heard Abby's jaw crack did Hoagie realize that he should stop talking.
Hoagie had no idea why he both loved and feared the color red.
Soon, they both realized that Cree was a touchy subject and never spoke of her in each other's presence.
He could not remember the word to describe her, but for some reason, he thought of soap.
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