Angel/Wes AU fic, rated G
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gilascaveSchmoop For TBQ
by James
"Dude. They did."
"They didn't."
"They did. They so did. I'm telling you--"
"They did not, and I'm not listening to this." Wesley walked away with the cart, returning the boxes of Count Chocula to the shelf.
Angelo followed along behind him, putting boxes of cereal back on the shelf at random, as far as Wesley could tell. Miss Chase, the day manager, was going to write them up again if she noticed.
She *always* noticed.
Wesley stopped and kicked Angelo in the ankle.
Angelo stared at him, blinking in confusion. "What?"
"Put those where they belong."
"What? Oh - why? Someone's just gonna buy 'em and move them anyway. And they *so* did. I can tell -- Charlie's always real smooth with the ladies but now, whenever she's around, he stammers. Dude never stammers."
Wesley rolled his eyes. Dear lord, someday he would be promoted and he could get off the floor and away from Angelo. "That does not mean they slept together."
Angelo smirked. "Freddie says they did."
Wesley stopped, and turned on Angelo. "They why not just *say* so? Instead of going on about subliminal cues and odd behavioral gestures?"
Angelo shrugged, and put the Cheerios on the shelf near the Malt O Meal. "Dude, you know that chick who comes in here at 6am every Friday? Lela? Layla? Whatever. She is *so* hot."
by James
"Dude. They did."
"They didn't."
"They did. They so did. I'm telling you--"
"They did not, and I'm not listening to this." Wesley walked away with the cart, returning the boxes of Count Chocula to the shelf.
Angelo followed along behind him, putting boxes of cereal back on the shelf at random, as far as Wesley could tell. Miss Chase, the day manager, was going to write them up again if she noticed.
She *always* noticed.
Wesley stopped and kicked Angelo in the ankle.
Angelo stared at him, blinking in confusion. "What?"
"Put those where they belong."
"What? Oh - why? Someone's just gonna buy 'em and move them anyway. And they *so* did. I can tell -- Charlie's always real smooth with the ladies but now, whenever she's around, he stammers. Dude never stammers."
Wesley rolled his eyes. Dear lord, someday he would be promoted and he could get off the floor and away from Angelo. "That does not mean they slept together."
Angelo smirked. "Freddie says they did."
Wesley stopped, and turned on Angelo. "They why not just *say* so? Instead of going on about subliminal cues and odd behavioral gestures?"
Angelo shrugged, and put the Cheerios on the shelf near the Malt O Meal. "Dude, you know that chick who comes in here at 6am every Friday? Lela? Layla? Whatever. She is *so* hot."