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" So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."

[bluesommers]

he leaned into blue as a booming laugh escaped him, shoulders shaking as he muffled the laughter into his boyfriend’s shoulder, the exact footage of the vine playing on a loop in his mind. “ that one’s so good, holy shit— it makes me like, cry laughing and i don’t think you’ve seen that yet but i also hope you don’t ever have to, because it’s a mess. ” he grinned broadly, “ oh, y’know. there’s this cute guy i’m seeing— real adorable, always knows how to make me laugh: has pretty much the cutest dog ever. he hangs around this record store a lot, you know him? ” he joked, giggling. 

blue could feel the others laughter vibrating against his shoulder. he smiled at the contact and let his arm slowly snake its way around the smaller boys waist, his heart a flutter. “wanna get high and watch vines on youtube a little later on tonight? we can order pizza?” he pressed a subtle kiss to the blondes lips and caressed his hand along the column of his neck. “i hope this boyfriend of yours doesn’t mind me stealing a few kisses...” he whispered, leaning in to catch his lips once again.

[bluesommers]

“Well that’s a good idea because your skills aren’t going to improve if you are not practicing them.” He mentioned to Blue as he shook his head slowly. “Hmmmm. I wonder” He teased at Blue as he smiled softly. 

Blue noticed that teasing look in Kyler’s eyes and nudged him playfully. “I saw that.” He laughed, although he most definitely did understand where he was coming from - and he was right in thinking so. “Just for that, I’m going to practice pancake making now and I’ll prove you wrong. I’ll have accomplished something great.”

[bluesommers]

Andrew shrugged, generally not all that knowledgeable about pets. “Unless the pancake is as big as her, it should be alright, I guess.”

“It’s about the size of her head, but I think she could hack it.” Blue laughed at the momentary image that had manifested in his mind of his failed pancake creation landing upon his dogs head.

[bluesommers]

“Well then there’s your problem. I don’t think you are getting the correct amount of practice. I think if you were to practice more then you could totally master it.” He mentioned to him as he laughed softly. “Is a little weight something that she needs? because there are times that dogs really need to gain some weight.”

“Really think so? I might try it out again later, but it requires so much effort. You have to crack eggs and everything.” Blue commented with a lame shake of his head. “Oh no, no, she definitely could not use the weight. She’s the laziest dog. I have no idea where she gets it from.....”

[bluesommers]

“You…. tried?” Heavyn tried her hardest to press her lips together to keep from laughing but failed. “I’m sorry, i really am it’s just… oh, Blue.”

“Why is it that whenever I see you, you’re looking at me like that. I’m not that much of a disappointment, am I?”

[bluesommers]

“Damn, here we go again. You have issues, you know? Just like the song.” Harley shook her head in disbelief. “You can order a whole pineapple pizza just for you. I won’t tolerate your weird fruit touching my mushrooms again, that was so unacceptable… And no, this isn’t me judging your weird choices, I swear.”

“That’s really unfair, you going ahead and comparing me to popular songs - I could do the same for you. I run a record store, don’t think it’s not possible.” He made a face, “You complain about pineapples like they’re the problem. Mushrooms are nasty.”

[bluesommers]

“I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but now it’s settled… And hey, like I could judge anyone. That’s just not me. Let’s go get those pizzas, babe.”

“That’s why you’re my best friend, we’re like two peas in a pod. I won’t judge you so long as you don’t judge me. Okay but I am getting pineapple....”

[bluesommers]

“You probably just need more practice. I’m sure she’ll live but maybe don’t overdo it? Trying to get an overweight pet to drop weight sounds like a pain in the ass.”

“Especially when it comes to pugs, she doesn’t want to get up the majority of the time. Let alone to lose weight. I have to be careful with her diet but I think one pancake might be alright.”

[bluesommers]

“Well how often do you make pancakes? That’s the true question.” He mentioned to him as he laughed softly. “I don’t think that it will kill her. I think you are going to be alright.” He said to him as he shrugged his shoulders softly. 

“Shit -- I usually buy them pre made because I’m a lazy fucker who doesn’t like waiting for food. I like it to be ready to put in my mouth in the next 0.5 seconds.” He told him, shrugging his shoulder a little. “I hope so, I mean at the very most it might put a little extra weight on her.”

[bluesommers]

“ have you ever seen the vine of the dude trying to make pancakes or an omelet or something and he goes to flip it and the whole pan breaks off from the handle, ” luke’s eyebrow quirked gently as he grinned, tilting his head to one side, “ because that’s the only image i have in my head but i’m sure lola appreciates your cooking… accidents. and i’ve never had a dog but if any one of them was gonna have an iron stomach, i think it’d be lola. ”

“no, but you’re going to have to show me. my favourite will still always be the one of the kid that goes to dive into the pool when he completely flops it and that lady just yells ‘HE NEEDS SOME MILK’.” blue chuckled lightly to himself and put his hand on luke’s shoulder. “you’re so nice to me - do you have a boyfriend?” the other teased.

[bluesommers]

“Hey! I was a music student,” she reminded him, laughing. “I’ve never owned a dog. I should see if Parker would be okay with one. Probably not right away, because new baby and all, but maybe when Robbie is older..” she muttered, trailing off slightly. “Barely. If it weren’t for Parker I’d be getting no sleep whatsoever.”

“Yeah, maybe you should settle in with the baby first - but the best time to get a dog is when they’re both small. They’ll grow up thick as thieves. I was like that with my old dog back at my mothers.” He smiled at his friend. “I don’t know how you do it, I value my sleep too much.”

[bluesommers]

“Well that’s no new fact to me. I think not, but Lola’s going to be pretty fat if you keep feeding her your food mis-creations.”

“You’re right - I don’t want to have to put her on one of those doggy diets. I think she’d try and maul me in my sleep if I made her doggy paddle.” Blue laughed, picturing his small black pug in one of those thick vests they stick on the dogs at the pools. “No, she’d definitely disown me.”

[bluesommers]

“The lengths you’ll go just to avoid finishing those pancakes… I can’t believe this. I’m always down for pizza, though. It’s your call. I’m in either way, you know I don’t know how to turn down food.”

“It was a disaster from start to finish - everyone knows I can’t cook when I’m high. I should be locked out of the kitchen in all honesty. No, you never could turn down food but that’s why we’re friends. You’re the only one who doesn’t judge my habits.”

[bluesommers]

“I’m so hungry I’m willing to sit on the floor and fight her just to get one… Can you please stop with the ‘I want to impress Gordon Ramsey’ attitude, grab a spatula to flip ‘em and serve ‘em already? Pleeeeease.”

“Oh come on, Harles - do you need me to take you out for something to eat? I hear they’re still doing two for one pizza deals over at Tony’s. Sound good? I’ll treat you, least I can do after hankering on about pancakes whilst you starve to death over there.”

[bluesommers]

“How long have you been trying to master that?” He asked honestly. “I believe dogs can eat pancakes. hope so atleast. I used to feed dogs on the street a whole bunch of stuff.”

“I mean, I give it a shot once or twice every time I make pancakes. It either goes horrifically wrong or just slightly awry.” He smiled at the other. “As long as it won’t kill her - I don’t want to find out my dog is on a gluten free diet or anything. There’s far too much pizza available at my place.”

[bluesommers]

“I could have told you that, Blue. I’m pretty sure they can. I don’t see why not.”

“Do I look smart to you? I dropped out of college - I was a music student. I know nothing about dogs, just that I own one that likes to sleep on my face.” Blue laughed obnoxiously, tangling a hand in his hair. “You look like you’re getting more sleep these days.”

[bluesommers]

“The verdict is in and it turns out that actually I can’t toss pancakes. But at least Lola is going to have a nice surprise when they finally fall. Dogs can eat pancakes, right?”