AN: Another drabble from LJ. Prompt was Walkie Talkies.

"Puckzilla to Egg Roll. Come in Egg Roll."

Puck leaned back against his headboard as he listened to the static of the walkie-talkie in his hand. These things were fuckin' awesome. Best 20 bucks he ever spent.

"Stop calling me Egg Roll!" came Mike's heated reply a second later.

He just laughed and brought the little gadget back to his mouth. "Dude, don't take offense. Egg rolls are the shit!"

"Whatever. I want a better code name!"

Puck rolled his eyes, "Okay, drama queen. How about sushi?"

Static.

"Chopsticks?"

More static.

"Mr. Miagi?"

"You're an asshole."

He starts laughing hysterically into the walkie talkie, clutching at his side with his free hand. He should be a fucking comedian.

"I'm turning this stupid thing off," Mike says, sounding grumpy.

"Ah, don't get your panties in a wad, I'm just screwin' with ya! How about Bruce Lee?"

"That's still incredibly racist, but Bruce Lee's a BAMF, so I'll take it," Mike says, pleased.

"Damn right he's a BAMF," Puck agrees. "So what are ya doin' today? Wanna come jump on some 360 with me? I just got the new Gears of War. Should be epic."

"Uhm, actually, I've got plans. Me and Rachel have a date. So.. yeah..."

His grip on the walkie talkie tightens unintentionally and he suddenly has the urge to throw it at the wall. Or throw his fist at Mike's face. Preferably the second one.

"Dude! What the fuck?" Puck shouts into speaker.

"What?" Mike asks, acting innocent.

"You know I like her, man. We just had this conversation like, two weeks ago in Matt's basement."

"Shit, you were serious? I thought you just wanted to bang her or whatever."

"Well you fuckin' thought wrong! I mean, I do wanna bang her, cause c'mon, have you seen Rachel? But it's more than that. I like her and stuff."

And he does. She's smart, talented, funny (usually not on purpose, but whatever) and, not to mention, smokin' hot. (Beautiful, really. But that sounds way too pansy-ass.) Apparently, he's not the only one to notice that Berry's actually an awesome chick.

"So you want to date her then? Like, for real, boyfriend/girlfriend type of deal?" Mike asks.

"Clean out your goddamn ears Chang! That's what I've been saying! Except now you two are going out or whatever, and if I try to make a move she's just gonna think I'm a douchebag that keeps stealing girls from his best friends!"
He releases the talk button and gets a response almost immediately.

"Oh, Noah, why didn't you just tell me? You should know me well enough by now to know that it's best to be upfront and honest with me regarding your feelings."

"Uh... hey, Rach. How long have you been there exactly?" He asks, clearing his throat.

"Since the whole 'code name' debacle, which really is quite offensive. And moronic."

"So you heard everything I said?"

"Every word."

"You and Mike don't really have a date tonight, do you?"

"No."

And just like that, all the puzzle pieces click together. He's just been played. Who know Mike was such a sneaky bastard? Damn ninja.

"So then you maybe wanna, uh, go on a date with me tonight?"

"I would love to, Noah."

"Sweet. Pick you up at seven?"

"Can't wait!"

"See ya later, knee socks."

Alright, so maybe he owes Mike one. If he gets a little boob action tonight, he might even apologize for the egg roll thing.