Whilst I have a few minutes [literally] to spare in between eating the spare ribs coated in BBQ sauce and drinking my way through the 2-litre bottle of Lilt, I thought I'd throw this in here, before I forget. Again. Because I did earlier. Was horribly consumed by dentist-induced-pain, and raving cousins. So, you know the drill, this was written for a challenge suggested by sweetchacha in the boybanddrabbles community...



Chris slouches back against the cushions of the couch, tries not to scowl, but doesn’t quite manage to control his face as he glares at JC. ‘You know, if I were a jealous man…’

‘Which you’re not.’ JC smiles serenely, a glint of mischief clear in his eyes.

‘… then I’d be pretty pissed off that whenever I do something that’s a little outlandish, I get labelled a freak, a sugar-addict, a…’

‘Lunatic?’

‘Yeah.’ He snaps flatly. ‘That. Yet whenever you do something like that? You get called “cute”. How’s that fair?’

JC shrugs. ‘It’s not.’ He says, and smiles.