This is now my collection of KND one shots! All based on the picture.

This one is a little different but I like it. Comment away!

As always I love you, and enjoy.

There was no one who annoyed me quite like Wally did. Hell, he annoyed me even when we were kids. But now, six years later, he annoys me in different ways.

Six years.

Its a hell of a thing, time. Because when you hear the words 'six years' its sounds so far away, too far in the future to worry about. But living through six years goes by in a flash. And looking back is the worst. Because looking back sums up those six years in your favorite memories, worst misfortunes, and the people you laughed with along the way. Thats it.

But everything and nothing can change in six years. Like this couch. Still here, but threadbare and filled with memories as thick as the ketchup stains. And his stupid ripped hoodie. Six damn years he's had that thing and it still fits. Granted it's a little small and he ripped the sleeves off awhile back, but there it is, the hem draped just above his belly button, showing of what else had changed in six years.

And he's looking at me with that same stupid grin he's always had, now slightly more angular. His face is still mostly the same, still just as stupid. And just as annoying.

He throws his feet on top of mine, earning a glare. He chuckles and goes right back to staring at me. That is one thing that has changed dramatically. He's not afraid to look at me anymore. In fact, he does it quite often.

I stick my tongue out at him and turn my head to continue watching the movie. I can feel his eyes on the side of my face. I ignore him. Usually, ignoring Wally is the fastest way to get him to leave me alone, but not today. Today he is being particularly difficult.

He rubs his ankle against my calf. I fight the urge to pinch his leg.

Bing!

The popcorn is done and Wally flings himself off the couch and into the kitchen. I stretch my legs out a bit, enjoying the space. He returns and plops back down, handing me a drink. I take it without glancing his way. He offers me popcorn. Still focused on the movie, I shake my head. He places the bowl on his lap and props his feet up on the table in front of us. After a minute, I glance at him from the corner of my eye. He appears to be sleeping. Figures.

I sneak some popcorn out of the bowl and into my mouth as quietly as possible. He doesn't stir. I reach over a few more times, not bothering to look. When I finally do glance his way again, he's staring at me. And grinning. A full, tooth baring smile. I let out a little yelp, not expecting him to be awake. He laughs and places the bowl on the table.

I open my mouth to ask him why the hell he gets such a kick out of staring me down when I notice how close he is. There's one hand on the back of the couch next to me, his fingers grazing my arm. I look at him. He's still smiling.

He leans in. My heart stops and my breath is caught somewhere in my throat. My brain fails to process what he is about to do and all I can focus on is how close we are, and how he smells like shampoo and mint toothpaste.

Now his face is a breath from mine, and his smile is gone. I am the one staring at him. He looks at me, curious to my reaction, which is curious as to his next move, and he presses into me.

He kisses me. And I kiss him back. And soon enough my arms are wrapped around his neck and his hands are on my hips, and I'm thinking how, in six years, I'll have another favorite memory to look back on.