The Bronze Couple

The Bronze Couple--'cause they were hardly perfect.

Take One

Kyle was sleeping face down on his much too cramped bed, oblivious to the world when the screams of My Chemical Romance's Teenagers woke him from his blissful sleep. Groggily, he fumbled around--not even bothering to open his eyes--for his phone. Grabbing hold of the vibrating and annoyingly loud little machine, he answered with a bleary "Hello?" and cursing mentally whoever it was that woke him.

"Oh my gawwddd!!! Kyle you have got to come over here right now something big just happened to Shane we were walking down the street and then I saw this cute little bag just perfect for me and--"

Kyle did a double take and almost hanged up when his gentlemanly instincts--insert cough here-- halted him for a split second. Mentally sighing, he analyzed the information his brain had sent him.

1. An annoyingly high-pitched female had woken him up from a much needed sleep.

2. Said female was not his girlfriend, automatically making it okay to hang up.

3. The caller ID was from his girlfriend, who would never allow her psychotic best friend to use her phone to wake him up when she knew he hadn't gotten any sleep these past two nights because of a picky and over-zealous customer.

4. Which meant that in conclusion, something probably did happen to his girl.

Either that, or he did something that really pissed her off enough to unleash Tash--short for Natasha--on him.

Preferring to think that she had not gone PMS on him, he interrupted Tash's ranting. "Tash, take a deep breath." He listened to her audibly doing as he said while putting on a pair of jeans. "Now hold it... and don't let it out. Text me where you guys are, I'll be there in a few." Slamming the phone shut, he put on a coat and grabbed his keys.

When he got there, his heart stumbled when he saw a crowd of people around two familiar figures. As he pushed past him, he heaved a small sigh of relief when he realized Shane was holding her head in her hands in exasperation instead of something else.

Natasha, on the other hand, was probably the reason behind it. She was flailing her hands around, wailing "What should I do?? Call an ambulance?? Oh god, someone HELP!!!" and had attracted a large crowd. His Shane hated crowds.

Stepping in to take control, he clamped a hand on Natasha's mouth who gave a squeak of protest. "Sorry, nothing to see here, there's no emergency--" Tash screeched in disbelief. "--you see, she has ADHD." Natasha bit his hand and he struggled not to rip her head off. There were 'oh.'s and 'ah.'s of understanding while most of them looked annoyed. "I apologize--we didn't mean to let her get put of hand. This won't happen again." The crowd began to disperse, then he finally released Natasha. 

She spat and growled at him-- like a bitch, he thought grumpily-- and he was really about to rip her head off when Shane wearily said,  "Tash, for the zillionth god forsaken time, I'm fine, so shut up." When she opened her mouth, Shana said, "Shut up before I return those Burberry boots you just bought." And then finally there was silence.

Knowing that it usually took more than Tash to get to her, he frowned and crouched in front of her to look at her face. She looked annoyed, and...mortified? Gently, he asked, "Shane? What happened?" She grunted at him, and mumbled something about him catching some sleep.

"Shana..." she didn't like her name because she thought it was too girly, but it always worked in getting her to talk. She mmphed at him.

"...It was nothing, you didn't have to come--Tash overreacted as usual..." He gave her a look and she caved.

"Alright, alright... I... fainted."

"You what?"

"Fainted." No wonder she look mortified. Hmm. She looked kinda cute when she was embarrassed.

"Damn, I didn't get to see that. Do it again."