Fic: Pact
Title: Pact
Author: boston_princess
Summary: Where the nail polish pact began. Short FLUFF.
Rating: Geeeeee
Disclaimer: A work of fiction in which all of this is fabricated and false. I do not claim to know the people mentioned and no money is being made off this.
Word count: 595
Kris rolled over in his sleep, pressing his face into the pillow beneath his head unconsciously. His arm fell off the edge of the mattress and he snuffled, taking a deep breath.
The welcomed haze of sleep was clearing as he felt his hand being picked up and he sighed, wiggling his fingers against the tight grip his hand was being held in. He slowly shifted his body sideways and groaned, twisting his head as his eyes slowly opened and he looked over the edge of the bed.
Adam was sitting cross legged on the carpet, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he carefully applied a heavy coat of dark nail polish onto Kris' thumb.
"Adam," Kris mumbled in a whine, voice raspy and his eyes slid shut again for a moment.
"This is like, the best idea ever," Adam happily said and Kris winced at his loud voice and glanced at the clock on his nightstand.
"Adam it's... It's eight in the morning. What the hell are you doing," he mumbled and dragged himself to prop his body up on one elbow and look down at his friend. Adam looked up at him, eyes bright, grin wide as he nodded.
"We're making a pact."
"... You couldn't have waited until I was awake for this?"
"It struck me like, five minutes ago and I just had to do it right away."
"Why are you painting my nails."
"I already said. It's a pact."
Kris narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side as Adam carefully held his entire hand in his palm, waiting patiently as the polish dried. He studied the nail and Kris had to smile at the state that Adam was currently in. Pajama pants too long on his lanky frame covering his toes, freckles on his bare shoulders and face prominent in the early morning sun. His hair was sticking up in every possible direction and he tossed the polish bottle aside, leaning back and holding up Kris' hand.
"It's a friendship pact."
"But you only painted one?"
"... You'd have let me paint more?" Adam asked with a devilish grin and Kris shook his head.
"Right. So. Look," Adam smiled and held up his right hand before his face, wiggling his thumb. Kris leaned off the mattress to look closer, the sheets falling down to his waist, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
"I wasn't aware you weren't born with black nail polish," Kris deadpanned and Adam rolled his eyes.
"Cute. I took one polish off? On my right thumb. And painted only your right thumb."
"... Wait, this is our pact? What are we, five year old girls?"
"Listen to me, okay. I thought it would help all those rumors going around about how we're like, arch enemies or something. And it's bothering me a lot because I really like you, Kris. So maybe now they'll see we support each other and we're friends?" Adam asked, looking up, eyes hopeful. Kris brought his hand up to examine the blue polish and he found himself smiling.
"Good friends."
"... Yeah?" Adam asked, eyes widening in surprise and Kris nodded.
"Of course, man." Adam blushed, ducking his head down and rubbing at his bare thumbnail for a moment before looking back up and sticking his thumb out to Kris. Kris smiled and they touched thumbs in a form of a secret handshake and they both laughed.
"We're such five year old girls," Adam giggled and Kris reached behind his head and in a giant swoop over his head, hit Adam with the pillow.
Author: boston_princess
Summary: Where the nail polish pact began. Short FLUFF.
Rating: Geeeeee
Disclaimer: A work of fiction in which all of this is fabricated and false. I do not claim to know the people mentioned and no money is being made off this.
Word count: 595
Kris rolled over in his sleep, pressing his face into the pillow beneath his head unconsciously. His arm fell off the edge of the mattress and he snuffled, taking a deep breath.
The welcomed haze of sleep was clearing as he felt his hand being picked up and he sighed, wiggling his fingers against the tight grip his hand was being held in. He slowly shifted his body sideways and groaned, twisting his head as his eyes slowly opened and he looked over the edge of the bed.
Adam was sitting cross legged on the carpet, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he carefully applied a heavy coat of dark nail polish onto Kris' thumb.
"Adam," Kris mumbled in a whine, voice raspy and his eyes slid shut again for a moment.
"This is like, the best idea ever," Adam happily said and Kris winced at his loud voice and glanced at the clock on his nightstand.
"Adam it's... It's eight in the morning. What the hell are you doing," he mumbled and dragged himself to prop his body up on one elbow and look down at his friend. Adam looked up at him, eyes bright, grin wide as he nodded.
"We're making a pact."
"... You couldn't have waited until I was awake for this?"
"It struck me like, five minutes ago and I just had to do it right away."
"Why are you painting my nails."
"I already said. It's a pact."
Kris narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side as Adam carefully held his entire hand in his palm, waiting patiently as the polish dried. He studied the nail and Kris had to smile at the state that Adam was currently in. Pajama pants too long on his lanky frame covering his toes, freckles on his bare shoulders and face prominent in the early morning sun. His hair was sticking up in every possible direction and he tossed the polish bottle aside, leaning back and holding up Kris' hand.
"It's a friendship pact."
"But you only painted one?"
"... You'd have let me paint more?" Adam asked with a devilish grin and Kris shook his head.
"Right. So. Look," Adam smiled and held up his right hand before his face, wiggling his thumb. Kris leaned off the mattress to look closer, the sheets falling down to his waist, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
"I wasn't aware you weren't born with black nail polish," Kris deadpanned and Adam rolled his eyes.
"Cute. I took one polish off? On my right thumb. And painted only your right thumb."
"... Wait, this is our pact? What are we, five year old girls?"
"Listen to me, okay. I thought it would help all those rumors going around about how we're like, arch enemies or something. And it's bothering me a lot because I really like you, Kris. So maybe now they'll see we support each other and we're friends?" Adam asked, looking up, eyes hopeful. Kris brought his hand up to examine the blue polish and he found himself smiling.
"Good friends."
"... Yeah?" Adam asked, eyes widening in surprise and Kris nodded.
"Of course, man." Adam blushed, ducking his head down and rubbing at his bare thumbnail for a moment before looking back up and sticking his thumb out to Kris. Kris smiled and they touched thumbs in a form of a secret handshake and they both laughed.
"We're such five year old girls," Adam giggled and Kris reached behind his head and in a giant swoop over his head, hit Adam with the pillow.