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Fiction: Movie Night 
18th-Mar-2011 11:58 pm
Shun Oguri: Rui
After reading this my Da, having no clue who the characters even were or even that it was based on a Power Rangers series said:

"I don't see any reason why you can't make money doing this."

I was shocked. That's like, well really it IS the biggest compliment he's ever given me. The fact that he actually believes I have enough talent with my writing to do it professionally.

Title: Movie Night
Paring: Implied Hunter/Cam
Rating: G
Notes: Dustin is a perfect example that you should never try to recreate what you see on television.

It had rained pretty heavily the night before, and the tracks had been slick with mud. The same mud now coated Blake’s bike, and caked his boots. The turns had been sharp, slick, and as you road you had to watch your control; but that’s what he loved. Toss in a dozen or so screaming fans, some competition to blow away, and you’ve got one heck of a race day. In fact, he was in such a good mood that he was whistling as he bounced down the steps into Ninja Ops ; his duffel bag-containing a change of clothes-bouncing against his hip with every hop, entirely oblivious to where he was going.

“Dude! I just totally cleaned there!”

At the sound of Dustin’s voice, Blake blinked, jumped, and looked around; but couldn’t see the mop-top Yellow Ranger anywhere. Shrugging he tramped even further into Ops, hoping that Cam wouldn’t mind him making use of the shower. If he came home dragging all this mud through the apartment Hunter was going to kill him! Blake’s mouth split into a small smirk as he thought back to the last time he came home covered in mud: his brother had tackled him for dripping on the clean carpets and they’d both wound up coated in the stuff. Heh, it had served him right.

“Seriously dude! You like get any more dirt on my nice clean floor then Lothor’s next monster is going to be the least of your worries,” Dustin grumbled from somewhere behind him, startling Blake and causing the teen to lose his footing in a sudsy puddle, arms pin wheeling only to land on his rear.

“Heh, serves totally serves you right dude,” Dustin growled and Blake threw him a sheepish grin over his shoulder.

“Hey, man, didn’t see you there! What are you doing on the floor?”

Blake spun around where he sat, trying not to make a face as he felt the water from the puddle soak through his pants; and instead took in the comical scene before him. His friend was kneeling on his knees with a bucket of soapy water beside him, wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, a matching handkerchief holding back his curls, and blue jeans. Wait-no way-it couldn’t be! Narrowing his eyes, Blake leaned in for a closer look and tried very hard to hide his snicker. Tied around Dustin’s waist was a pink apron with white polka dots and ruffles. In his hands was a green toothbrush.

“Why are you cleaning the floor,” Blake paused and glanced back down at the toothbrush, “With a toothbrush?”

Dustin chewed on his lower lip while glancing in the direction of Sensei’s habitat. The guinea pig’s eyes were closed; but you could never tell with an old ninja master. Plus, Dustin new better then to blame his Sensei: he wasn’t in the mood to run any laps today. He did switch his gaze to Blake’s boots before speaking though; and the Thunder ninja grinned again and quickly peeled them off leaving them by the stairs before he could leave anymore muddy footprints on the floor.

“Remember last night after our training: when everyone went home, and I offered to stay and watch some old movies on cable with Sensei?” Dustin began and Blake nodded.

“Well, Cam and Hunter went out to do... whatever it is they do, and we watched the Blob, and-like-Sensei fell asleep, and I got to thinking 'could that really happen?' You know, dude, like making a Jell-O blob come to-like-life and all.”

Blake had to fight back the urge to groan: he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like where this was going.

“Only, Cam didn’t have any Jell-O in the fridge, so I had to find something else. Hunter spends a lot of extra time here, so he had tons of his Extra-Strength hair gel in the bathroom! But it was raining with no lightning last night, and, dude: I’m an Earth ninja-man-not a Thunder ninja like you. Throwing dirt on it wasn’t going to work!”

By now Dustin was waving his arms rather animatedly, and some of the soapy water splashed out of the bucket as he hit with his hand.

“So I used the microwave, only it like needed more power! So, I dragged out an extra battery out of storage-I guess it was for a generator or something. Then, I hooked it to the microwave with some jumper cables ,and set the microwave for five minutes. And then,” It was here that Dustin paused sucking in a deep breath. Blake leaned in closer completely absorbed by the story, waiting to hear what had happened.

“And then?” Blake asked in a whisper.

“BOOM!” Dustin shouted, throwing his arms wide open. “The microwave door shot off, and hair gel was everywhere, dude.”

“Woah.”

Dustin was looking pretty satisfied with himself, a smug smile plastered to his face; which was when Cam choose to come in from the back room. A cup of coffee was clutched in one hand, and he looked like he’d been up all night. Digging around in his desk drawer, he let out a small groan when he finally pulled out a bottle of migraine strength pain killers. It was then that he noticed Blake and the eager expression on the younger teen’s face.

Narrowing his dark eyes Cam glared, “Don’t even think about it. The bathroom could use cleaning too, you know.”

He turned to leave; when he glanced over at Dustin and let out a long suffering sigh, “Dustin?”

“Yeah dude what’s up?”

“Did you have to use my toothbrush?”

“I’m using soap!” Dustin protested.

“Never mind,” Cam muttered running a hand over his face, “I’m going back to my room. Don’t wake me unless the world is about to end.”

Later that evening a list of rules was posted on the wall of Ninja Ops.

#1. Dustin is to have proper supervision at all times.
#2. Blake is not proper supervision.
#3. Use of the Microwave is a privilege.

By the next morning a fourth rule was found written in permanent marker by a disgruntled Hunter: who was without his favorite hair product.

#4. DON'T TOUCH HUNTER’S HAIR GEL!
Comments 
19th-Mar-2011 07:16 am (UTC)
This is so cute and funny, Brit. <3
23rd-Mar-2011 12:37 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you like it Neesan! I have a quick companion piece written where Cam goes a bit off the deep end, naturally Hunter is there to save him! But I have to work on my homework before I type it up. I promise I'll get it put up though specially for you cause I know life isn't being nice for you lately. Stupid life, I ought to kick it for you.
16th-Apr-2011 04:45 pm (UTC)
Duuude - sweeet! A very funny enjoyable read :D
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