failed flower fights
Okay that it one of the lamest titles I have ever come up with for a fic so if you have any better ideas feel free to suggest and I hpe you enjoy this extremely random fic anyway :DD
I was personally rooting for Riker to win and it’s kind of a shame. They have loads of energy and were really fun to watch. And I suppose they would be the ones who would do random things in between practice so this idea was conceived.
Anyone who happened to be hanging around the side entrance of the DWTS studio building on Wednesday would have been in for a sight: Allison Holker chasing RIker Lynch down the street.
Riker blamed the flowers. It had been a perfectly normal afternoon, going for a coffee break, until -
"Look over there!”
Riker looked up from his phone, momentarily confused. Then his eyes followed his dance partner running across the road, her coffee swoshing precariously inside the cup.
He pocketed his phone, then, after checking that his coffee was lidded securely, dashed after her towards the small public park she was running to.
Despite passing by regularly whenever they went to get coffee, the park had never really caught Riker’s attention. But going unnoticed was impossible now that its usually green lawns were swathed in a sea of light pink and bright orange. The overnight showers must have felled the flowers that had been blooming on the trees.
When he caught up with Allison she was snapping pictures of the colourful lawn. “I’ve never seen so many flowers cover the grass like this before!” she commented excitedly as he came up behind her. “I should pick some for my girls.” Satisfied with her photography, the pro circled around to a sun-bathed area of the lawn where the fallen flowers had mostly dried up.
Riker followed her closely, but not without scooping up a couple of wet flowers. Slowly, he crept up behind the fascinated and unsuspecting Allison and slapped the flowers onto the back of her neck.
Allison shrieked and he jumped away, watching, amused, as she slowly flicked the flowers off. The dancer turned around slowly, her mouth hung open as she ran through the choice words in her head.
“What the hell was that?” she asked slowly.
The tall blond couldn’t help laughing. “Oh my god,” he said between fits of laughter, “oh my god your reaction was priceless - WHOA!” he held his hands out in front of his face as anotherb unch of wet flowers was thrown at him.
Of course, seeing as soggy flowers aren’t the best projectiles, the flowers came nowhere near him. But for some reason he retaliated and tried throwing another bunch. And an all-out war ensued.
Well, it was hardly a war since neither side was able to fire properly at their opponents. But when someone (usually Allison) was quick enough, they got to plaster the other’s face with a face full of wet flowers (Meaning Riker got plastered a lot).
“What the heck!” the pro half-gasped half-yelled as she lunged towards the singer with another round of ammo. She threw it at him as he ducked behind a tree. WHen he reappeared, she charged towards him (as recklessly as one can without spilling a cup of coffee), screaming something incomprehensible. RIker stalled for a moment, bouncing on the spot like an agitated animal choosing between fight or flight. A second before she would’ve ran right into him, he muttered something that sounded like “oh shit” and darted down the road, laughing as he went.
“DAMMIT!” Allison yelled as she sprinted after him, her coffee dripping down the pavement.
so that was just RIker and Allison being hilarious.
