daniel, sleep, and cookies the kitten’s hostile relationship with one johnny lawrence: a 200 word drabble by me <3
Johnny can't believe he's actually asleep.
Normally, Daniel was a ball of energy, outlandish and eccentric and all those other words that were fancy ways of saying weird and loud. But he'd been working at the bonsai shop all day, it's only natural that he'd be tired out at the end of it.
But Daniel was never natural, not to Johnny.
They were watching--rather, supposed to be watching--Iron Eagle, as it was Johnny's turn to pick the movie. He'd insisted Daniel would like it, but now...now...
He was asleep on Johnny's shoulder, hair flopping into his eyes where it was wet from his shower. His cat, a black and white mop of fuzz named Cookies, was blinking up at Johnny curiously.
"You better not wake him up with your yowling, you fat bastard," Johnny whispered, glaring at him. Between Daniel and Johnny playing good dad bad dad, Johnny didn't imagine he'd be winning any awards from the cat anytime soon.
"Hm...?" Daniel stirred, mostly still asleep.
Cookies blinked at him again; Johnny was convinced it was Morse code for "your fault, asshole".
"Um, nothing, I just...I love you," Johnny said, quick and soft and on-the-fly.
Daniel mumbled a slew of words, curling closer to Johnny. By consequence, Cookies also landed in his lap, against his chest.
This was going to be a fun night.