Author's Notes: This is a short one-short friendship fic that was inspired by the parody song Rad Bromance by The Station.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to Rad Bromance or LOST.

"Would we be a… a bromance, boss?" Miles inquired, turning in the van to look at the blonde southerner who was looking out the window with distracted blue eyes. Well, at least they had been distracted. Now they were startled and looking at Miles in confusion.

"What the hell?" Sawyer's eyebrows were scrunched together now. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"A bromance!" Miles exclaimed.

"I heard what you said, dip-shit," Sawyer scoffed in irritation. "Where did THAT come from?"

"Bromance? I think the word came into creation when two guys got really close that-"

"I know what a bromance is," drawled the head of security as he looked at Miles. "Look at the damn road."

"There technically isn't a road. It's a…"

"It's more of a road than I am. Look at it."

Miles quickly resumed driving with his eyes directed through the windshield. Sawyer looked back out the window again.

"You ignored the question, boss."

"I was hopin' awfully hard you just had an ignorant attack and didn't seriously wanna know the answer to that," responded Sawyer.

"… Are we a bromance?"

"I'd have to like you for this to be a bromance."

"I like you just fine and you're a prick," Miles countered, "I think I'm great compared to you. You should want to be in my bromance."

Sawyer barked a sudden laugh, obviously startled by Miles' brash statement. "I should, huh?" he seemed entertained now.

"Yeah. I mean, there's also how nice I am and then the fact that-" Miles' grinned, "Who the hell do you have but ME to be in a bromance with? Jin? Please."

"What? Cause he's Asian? The bastard," Sawyer mockingly scoffed.

"Har har, you're so funny," Miles rolled his eyes.

Sawyer shook his head and rolled the window down a little so his hair whipped around his face. "Who said we were in a…" he laughed again, "a bromance?"

"How do you know somebody said that?" Miles inquired.

The blonde grinned, "I hope to God somebody said that because if they didn't? Whelp, that means you're thinkin' about our rad bromance in your spare time and I dunno if I could talk to you any more if that was the case."

The Encino-Asian blinked, "Oh. That makes sense." He shrugged, "Just people."

"Details details," Sawyer shook his head.

"Well, whenever somebody asks me to do stuff here it's always creepy 70's crap. So I tell them I'm hanging out with you. The last time I said that Phil was like, 'What? Are you two in a BROMANCE?'" Miles added a dramatic cackle at the end like Phil was the wicked witch of the east.

That made Sawyer chuckle, "I'll bet he said it just like that."

"Oh yeah," Miles nodded firmly.

"To answer your question? No, we ain't a bromance," Sawyer informed him.

"Why not?"

"Cause you're too damn annoying and, like I said before, I gotta like my friends," Sawyer shook his head, "You're damn obnoxious. I feel like huffin' paint after a conversation with you."

"Gee, thanks. You don't hold back, do you?" Miles blinked, driving along the path of the perimeter to head back to the barracks.

Sawyer smirked, "Not for a soul, Samurai."

"What about Juliet?"

"Nope," came the reply.

"Holy crap, man," Miles smiled and shook his head, "You've got to be the most honest person I know."

"Nah, I'm not a honest man."

"… Does that mean the not-bromance was a lie?" Miles inquired hopefully.

"Shut the hell up and drive," Sawyer ordered, shaking his head with a sigh, "I gotta find you a girlfriend. This is just gettin' sad."