Drabble: Untitled Pinto
Type: Drabble
Pairing: Pinto
Notes: I was watching Princess Diaries 2. That alone should be explanation enough =D.
Chris tried his hardest not to bury his face behind a cushion as Zach laughed shamelessly at the television while holding his stomach. Chris should've known that when he rented So NoTORIous for their weekly movie night, Zach would've gotten revenge by renting Princess Diaries 2 for this week's session. It was beyond mortifying watching his younger self up on that screen. He had been scrawnier than he remembered.
"Are you kidding me? What is that?" Zach demanded, wiping tears from his eyes and beckoning at the television with a wide sweep of his arm. "What was it? Did you hate the script? Did your agent force you into accepting that role? Because that, my friend, is almost painful to watch."
"Shut up," was the weak reply as Chris lifted more beer to his lips while his onscreen self tried half-assedly to woo Anne Hathaway.
But Zach wasn't done. "The corny lines aside, you don't even look like you really like her, much less love her. I mean, there is more love in one look you give me now than in the entire movie with Anne! What does that tell you?" Zach finished with one last chuckle as the credits rolled in front of them. He shook his head in mirthful disbelief and excused himself to the bathroom.
Chris tapped the rim of the beer bottle gently against his lower lip, eyes fixed on Zach's receding back, and softly, he said, "What does that tell you?"
Pairing: Pinto
Notes: I was watching Princess Diaries 2. That alone should be explanation enough =D.
Chris tried his hardest not to bury his face behind a cushion as Zach laughed shamelessly at the television while holding his stomach. Chris should've known that when he rented So NoTORIous for their weekly movie night, Zach would've gotten revenge by renting Princess Diaries 2 for this week's session. It was beyond mortifying watching his younger self up on that screen. He had been scrawnier than he remembered.
"Are you kidding me? What is that?" Zach demanded, wiping tears from his eyes and beckoning at the television with a wide sweep of his arm. "What was it? Did you hate the script? Did your agent force you into accepting that role? Because that, my friend, is almost painful to watch."
"Shut up," was the weak reply as Chris lifted more beer to his lips while his onscreen self tried half-assedly to woo Anne Hathaway.
But Zach wasn't done. "The corny lines aside, you don't even look like you really like her, much less love her. I mean, there is more love in one look you give me now than in the entire movie with Anne! What does that tell you?" Zach finished with one last chuckle as the credits rolled in front of them. He shook his head in mirthful disbelief and excused himself to the bathroom.
Chris tapped the rim of the beer bottle gently against his lower lip, eyes fixed on Zach's receding back, and softly, he said, "What does that tell you?"