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^ A is for apples ^

"Ain't red Satan's color any a wayz-uh? I een what other fruits do ya 'ow that go round repping red."

"Umm I don't know, cherries, maybe?" An exasperated Sky decided to humored his roommate.

"Et-actly and we all know bout em cherries." He half mumbled, tripping over his own two feet.

"Ok dude could you at least try to walk?" Sky stumbled trying to manage both their weights, but considering Riven was completely draped across his left side he was finding it a bit difficult.

"Remind me again why that dumb dentist let his intern numb Riven?" Brandon asked as he roughly side stepped the specialists.

"Because apparently after three sessions you're qualified to." Timmy adjusted his glasses, pulling his room key out.

"In fact let's fumigate the universe, and be rid of them all!" Riven exclaimed throwing his arms in the air, knocking his knuckles roughly against Sky's jaw.

"Dude!" He exclaimed, choosing to drop him, to instead cradle his jaw.

"Pussy." Riven chuckled before tumbling over and falling halfway into the apartment."Damn those apples!" He exclaimed pressing the left side of his face against the hardwood floor. "'eels good" He mumbled.

"Seriously man what do you have against apples?" Helia asked reaching down to assist his drowsy teammate. "Work with me here." He encouraged, finally getting him into the apartment and the door shut behind them.

"What was this about apples?" Nabu asked from the behind the refrigerator door, it being his turn to cook dinner.

"Nothing besides the fact that they're the goody-too-shoes fruit." Riven exclaimed with fever.

"Oh-kay, are you by any chance, high?" He asked noticing the way he kept attempting to sit in one of the stools surrounding the mini bar, only to topple over it repeatedly.

"Course not they drug test you here." He gave up trying to sit and instead laid down in the center of the living room.

"Then please enlighten us! Explain to us your grand distaste for apples." Sky dramatized sarcastically wondering why they were even still on this topic.

" Like I said they're all so perfect, sitting on teachers desks, 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away', or the fact that whenever fruit is mentioned apples always spring into mind. They're always the center piece of everything. It like self-appointed itself to be the leader of all fruits." He snapped all the while glaring harshly at the bowl of fruit sitting innocently on the center table.

"You know what sky now that I think about it maybe the reason you like apples so much is because you're an apple, and I hate you." He glared.

"Guys next time Riven need dental work done I volunteer Musa to take him." Sky suggested, and without another word retreated to his room.

"In fact!" Riven sat up abruptly.

"I bet if someone were to play an improve game using the alphabet or I don't know write a short story on every letter following a theme, apples would be for A, because A is always for apples!"

"He seems really upset about this." Helia nodded patiently.

"Yup" Timmy looked amused.

"How long you think before the anesthesia finally wears off?" Brandon chucked pouring himself a drink.

"A couple hours maybe." Timmy shrugged.

"I need matches, now!" Riven exclaimed, mean-mugging the apples across from him."

"Tell ya what!" Helia swooped in plucking the innocent fruit bowl off the table before Riven could get his hands on it. "How about I just get rid of them for you." He smiled fakely not sure how the specialist would react to that.

"Hmmm, kaykay." He flopped down on the couch as Helia ran off with the fruit.

"Ugh, I'm starting to sound like your girlfriend Brandon." He made a nauseating face.

"You're lucky that intern over sleepy gassed you." He mumbled, before smiling evilly. "We should really catch this on tape, this is liked the best blackmail material ever." Brandon chuckled.

"Maybe we should call Musa and see what nonsense he spills to her." Nabu suggested, stirring what looked like spaghetti in a massive pot. There were six no longer teenage boys that needed to be fed after all.

"Alright here it's dialing." Brandon handed Riven his cell phone having pressed nine on caller ID.

"Why is my girlfriend on your top ten?" Riven asked groggily holding the touch phone upside-down on his ear.

"In case I need some Stella assistance, Bloom is eight in case your wondering." He reached over to position the phone correctly on the groggy specialist.

"Hello." They heard Musa's voice ring out. Brandon was smart enough to have it on speaker.

"Baby! Do you like apples?" He asked resting comfortably on the couch.

"Riven why do you have Brandon's phone?" Musa asked ignoring his question.

"It likes me better." He grinned.

"Are you ok you sound out of it." She caught on fast.

"Babe do you like apples?" He asked again.

"What does this have to- you know what Hun no, no I don't." She decided it might just be better to answer the question. Who ever said her boyfriend was sensible.

"And that women is why I love you!" Without warning he threw the phone right at Brandon's head.

"I'm bored" He yawned slightly amused by Brandon's shocked expression.

Brandon rubbed the sore spot on his head where his phone make impact, while bringing the phone up to his mouth. "Sup Musa." He spoke begrudgingly.

"Stop talking to my women! She doesn't want to talk to you." Riven tried to throw a pillow at him but his hand barely sustained the soft cushion, his arm hardly lifting as he chucked it only to have the soft cushion land by his own feet.

"Awwww." He huffed cursing the pillow for weighing a ton.

"What'd you guys do to him?" Musa asked, having still been on speakerphone.

"We took him to the dentist." Timmy explained.

"Your face is the dentist!" Riven chuckled.

"Interesting, ok well keep an eye on him will ya?" She asked.

"Ew I don't want their eyes on me! They might like it too much." Riven laughed.

"Riven go to sleep!" Musa called to him.

"But I hate apples." He whined stumbling into the kitchen.

"I said nothing pertaining to apples." She exclaimed.

"That Snow White chick ate an apple and fell asleep." He vaguely recalled, sticking his head in the freezer.

"Only she woke up with seven little men, and I already live with almost seven men, its a few off I think." He mumbled over the hum of the electronic he was currently embracing.

"Except we're not little and you're not a chick." Brandon mumbled.

"Yea well Stella told me you were, little." Riven laughed slamming the freezer door.

Brandon looked downright appalled, loopy or not Riven always managed to hit the right buttons.

"Fine well if we're little you must be a chick then." He huffed.

"Umm noo-oh, I think I've demonstrated to Musa time and time again that I am most definitely not a chick. If you know what I mean." He smirked matter of factly, before once again stumbling over his own two feet.

"I hate gravity!" He exclaimed, pounding the floor with his fists.

Brandon chuckled despite himself. He swore he could feel the phone heat up with the blush he knew for sure was radiating off Musa's face at the moment.

"I'm gonna hang up now." She sighed. "Just make sure he doesn't leave the apartment for me, but if you can chuck an apple at his head. That should knock some sense back into him." She laughed before hanging up.

"I like your face!" Riven yelled back

"I'm gonna jump out a window." Brandon sighed

"May the odds be ever in your favor!" Riven spoke with false seriousness.

"Book references, now we know he's gone." Nabu chuckled

"Hey guys." Riven called, all prior humor gone.

"Yes." Timmy asked, nudging him with the edge of his foot to keep him conscious.

"I really want an apple."

Well there you have it! I hope you were at the very least slightly amused. Well ok guys if you read chapter one you know what to do.

"B is for..."