ICE FOR LUNCH- Kradam drabble
Title: Ice For Lunch
Fandom: American Idol Season 8
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: Tame
Word Count: 273
Written for: ontd_ai drabble meme- prompt 12. hot summer day, kradam, sharing ice cream/smoothies/anything cold.
Kris collapsed onto the couch in the living area of the bus, fanning at his face. Sure, the bus was air conditioned, but DAMN, it was hot. That was Phoenix for you. He pulled out his phone and began typing frantically.
“Whatcha doing?” Adam asked, sliding in beside him.
“Tweeting.”
Adam glanced at the screen.
I hear it's like 140.35 degrees in Arizona. Yay! If you decide to throw ice on stage.....I wouldn't be mad. I know it sounds dangerous.
“Kris, I swear to God, if any ice hits me on that stage, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” Kris smirked, looking up from his phone.
Adam threw open the door of the small freezer on the bus, taking a handful of ice and throwing them at Kris, one at a time. “That.”
Kris stood up from the couch and Adam raced outside, avoiding retaliation. Kris rummaged around before finding a decent-sized plastic Ziploc bag, filling it with ice before racing out after Adam.
“Give me some of that!” Adam ran at him, scooping ice from Kris’ bag. He threw some pieces back at him, popping the rest in his mouth.
“Adam, what are you doing?”
“Eating ice for lunch,” Adam smirked. “I mean, I know Simon doesn’t recommend it, but…”
Kris sat down on one of the benches in the area the bus had parked. He put a few ice cubes in his own mouth, and passed the bag toward Adam.
“Calling a truce?” Adam asked, sitting next to Kris and taking more ice.
Kris reached into the bag and pulled out a single ice cube, throwing it lazily at Adam’s cheek. “Just for now.”
Fandom: American Idol Season 8
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: Tame
Word Count: 273
Written for: ontd_ai drabble meme- prompt 12. hot summer day, kradam, sharing ice cream/smoothies/anything cold.
Kris collapsed onto the couch in the living area of the bus, fanning at his face. Sure, the bus was air conditioned, but DAMN, it was hot. That was Phoenix for you. He pulled out his phone and began typing frantically.
“Whatcha doing?” Adam asked, sliding in beside him.
“Tweeting.”
Adam glanced at the screen.
I hear it's like 140.35 degrees in Arizona. Yay! If you decide to throw ice on stage.....I wouldn't be mad. I know it sounds dangerous.
“Kris, I swear to God, if any ice hits me on that stage, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” Kris smirked, looking up from his phone.
Adam threw open the door of the small freezer on the bus, taking a handful of ice and throwing them at Kris, one at a time. “That.”
Kris stood up from the couch and Adam raced outside, avoiding retaliation. Kris rummaged around before finding a decent-sized plastic Ziploc bag, filling it with ice before racing out after Adam.
“Give me some of that!” Adam ran at him, scooping ice from Kris’ bag. He threw some pieces back at him, popping the rest in his mouth.
“Adam, what are you doing?”
“Eating ice for lunch,” Adam smirked. “I mean, I know Simon doesn’t recommend it, but…”
Kris sat down on one of the benches in the area the bus had parked. He put a few ice cubes in his own mouth, and passed the bag toward Adam.
“Calling a truce?” Adam asked, sitting next to Kris and taking more ice.
Kris reached into the bag and pulled out a single ice cube, throwing it lazily at Adam’s cheek. “Just for now.”