Soarin' Skies

Caramel woke up just before the sun rose, as per usual. Although today he didn't need to. As he woke up he remembered he wasn't working today.

"Damn internal clock." He grumbled into the pillow. He spent the next few minutes squirming in his bed, trying to find the optimal position for falling back asleep. He soon realized it was futile. "Ngh, I hate my job some times."

He threw on a new pair of the same clothes and walked downstairs. He glanced over at the couch and saw that Mocha was blissfully sleeping on it. "Ah, it seems that I'm the only one who has sleeping troubles, fun. I'm surprised that she can even sleep on that old couch." Caramel sighed, he briefly considered carrying to her bed. he decided against it after remembering all the times she left him on that couch.

"You know, it's really creepy with you staring at me like that." Mocha's tired voice came from the couch.

Caramel jumped. "How long have you been awake?"

She sat up on the couch. "I started to wake up when I heard you storming down the stairs."

Caramel blushed. "Was I really that loud?"

"Yeah, you were. What're you doing awake anyway? I thought you weren't working today."

"I'm not, My body decided that I should wake up anyway." He shrugged. "I'm not going to fight that." His stomach growled. "I'm not going to fight that either."

Caramel made his way into the kitchen and Mocha followed shortly afterwards.

"Why do you do that?" Caramel vaguely asked as he grabbed the cereal and milk.

"Do what?

"Why do you sleep with your clothes on? It's weird."

"It keeps me warm, it's not like I'm going to be wearing these all day or something. That'd just be weird."

"What you do is weird too. Can't you just like, wear tomorrow's clothes?"

"What? No, then they'd get all dirty."

Caramel decided to drop the subject. He needed absolute concentration for this. Making cereal requires skill, you know. Caramel poured both the cereal and the milk perfectly, the gods wept openly at this amazing sight. Caramel walked triumphantly into the living room only to trip over a stack of Mocha's Wonderbolts magazines. Those poor Soarin' pinups. But oh, the poor cereal. The bowl lay in shards on the cold tile floor and there were cornflakes everywhere. The gods still wept, but this was no longer a joyous occasion. No, the gods wept for that poor, perfect cereal. Why couldn't Caramel see the magazines in time? Why couldn't Mocha 'read' in her room? Why is the narrator getting worked up over cereal?

Caramel lay on the ground, in awe at what transpired. He then felt a sharp pain in his left hand, he brought it up to his face and saw it was cut and bleeding. The cut wasn't deep but it was bleeding somewhat heavily. He stared at it, using his minimal medical knowledge to assess how worried he should be.

"Caramel, you okay? I heard a crash and..." Mocha saw Caramel just laying on the ground and staring at his still bleeding cut. "What're you doing just laying there? Come on, get up. We need to get a bandage on that, pronto."

Mocha led Caramel into the kitchen and put his hand in the sink. "There, now when you bleed you won't get it on the floor. Now let me get the bandages." She quickly entered the closet to the two's right and searched for some bandages.

"Yes, the problem isn't me bleeding, it's me bleeding on the floor."

"Well yeah, you bleeding is pretty terrible, but we can fix you. We can't fix a stained floor, without money anyway." Mocha came back from the closet holding bandages and disinfectant. "Now hold still, this may sting a bit." Mocha sprayed the disinfectant on his wound. Caramel howled in pain. "Oh man up, it can't hurt that bad."

Caramel's eyes started to water. "It does! Can you just wrap it and get this over with?"

Mocha giggled. "You're such a baby." She started to wrap the wound. "So, are you doing anything today?"

"Not really, I have no plans. Well, as far as I know."

Mocha put pressure on Caramel's wound causing some pain. "Wrong answer. You were supposed to get me an autograph, remember?" She let up some of the pressure so Caramel could talk.

"Uh, of course I do. I didn't think it needed to be mentioned though." He smiled as hard as a man could in his situation.

She released his hand. "Good, you should go do that before you get into another 'accident', okay?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. You should stay home and find out."

"On second thought, I'll go for a walk."

"Thought so." Mocha went back into the closet and grabbed the broom and dustpan. "I better get started on cleanup."

Caramel bolted past her, tactfully dodging the shards of broken dreams, and went out the door.

Caramel sat against a tree in the park, staring at his bandaged hand. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the sexy hunk of man meat walking up behind him. As the aforementioned man meat walked passed Caramel he glanced up from his bandage, it was Soarin'. Caramel debated whether or not he should engage conversation with sexy thang, but Soarin' was having none of that.

"Hey Caramel." Soarin' said with a grin, happy that his boyfriend to be was here.

"Uh, hey Soarin'. What're you doing here?" Caramel blushed lightly.

"Nothing much, I just got bored and decided to take a walk in the park. It's great seeing you again though." Soarin' smiled widely. He then pointed to the spot next to Caramel. "Do you mind if I..."

"Not at all." Caramel scooted over a bit to give him more space.

Soarin' sat down, leaned his head against the tree and closed his eyed. "Hey Caramel, do you believe in love at first sight?"

Caramel blushed harder. "I guess...why?"

"Well, uh, I met a person yesterday. They were really nice and cute, and I just can't stop thinking about them. I want to ask them on a date but I don't know if they'd be interested. What do you think I should do?"

By now Caramel's face was, along with his heart, flushed red. "I think you should just ask them out. If you think it could work out that is."

Soarin' opened his eyes and stood up. "Thanks for the advice Caramel. I'll just go do that now." Soarin' bolted off in the direction the marketplace.

Caramel sat there, confused at what just happened. "O-oh, he didn't mean..." Caramel trailed off and pulled his knees up to his face . He buried his face in them and just sat there for a few minutes.

Then he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Caramel groaned. "Go away."

He felt another tap.

He raised his head to look at who was tapping him. "What do-" He was quickly silenced, staring into Soarin's smiling face.

"I kind of wanted to ask you on a date." He smiled sheepishly and extended a bouquet of roses.

Caramel was speechless, his hands were shaking and his mouth was dry.

Soarin' frowned. "Is that a no?"

Caramel shook his head wildly. "No! I'd love to go on a date with you."

Soarin' sighed in relief. "Good, so when do you want to do this?"

"How about tonight at six?"

"Seems a little short notice, but sure. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Sure, just drop by my house. I live on Clover Circle, house Four Thirteen."

Soarin' smiled, "I'll see you there then." He kissed Caramel on the cheek and bolted off in a random direction, leaving the roses in the ground.