High Quality Pilot

"Well, you see doctor," Hay inspired eyelashes fanned Connor's piebald gray irises as he cooed compliments by way of over ranking in his baby sitter Daniel's direction. His vocal chords were leavened with cavities that without further inspection and an ounce of white out in a medical book would cause diabetes, "It's like this." Connor whimpered a minor mating call, showcasing his scarped elbow. He was hoping to tug on Daniel's empathy strings the way he would no doubt tug on his jewlious locks complied into a fro on their wedding night. But so far, the rub-down he gave himself with four leaf clovers last night in hopes this scenario would take a detour down another course adorned with rose petals was proving to be ineffective.

Daniel puffed out his creamy cheeks in response, rummaging his callused dad sized hands through his unkempt fro before releasing the bloated state of his face and staining the air between him and his designated stalker with a loud pop, "I think you just bruised your wenis." The Hebraic teen spewed his limited knowledge of the medical world all over Connor's Adventure Time shirt.

"No, Wiggly." Connor tested the waters out for a new nickname that he quickly catalogued in his ginger brain with a gold star on top while banging his Superhero band aid decorated legs against the kitchen counter, "It's a scrap." He commandeered Daniel's rough hand for his own, acting the part of a puppeteer as he made him trace the tiny gash along his wenis.

"Sorry?" Daniel was quick to retract his own hand; tenderly cradling it after he rescued it from the nine and a half year old's grasp. His raven eyebrows crinkled themselves in a catapillar like fashion after he noticed Austin's cherub face morph it's self into sadness, "W-what can I do to make it better?" He stammered. Even though his internal irritation level was threatening to combust he had to remain clam. Connor's brother, Bee, was a high quality person and a beautiful creature. The total package. If he wanted to eventually, potentionally get with Bee he had to do the dirty work. Even if said dirty work involved being a nine and a half year old's bitch for an after noon.

"I don't know." Connor coyly shrugged his shoulders, "I'm only nine and a half years old. Maybe you could-oh nevermind."

Daniel took the bait Connor had left, "Could what?" He adjusted his black rimmed glasses as if he could switch them into turbo drive where they could achieve such a level that came equipped with a truth serum.

"You'd think it was silly. It's something only Bee would do for me. He is a humorous individual." Connor spoke to the Superman band aid over his left knee cap before training his line of sight on the smudges of Daniel's glasses. Holy rejected care bears, Daniel Calloway was a beautiful creature in his own right. He was basically the physical embodiment of a wrinkled shirt in a high class man's laundry basket-tarnished with years of wear and tear yet still of high quality.

"Hey, hey. I know Bee." Daniel started; he let his thoughts off the leash, thinking of the gentle wave of Bee's sunflower locks when soaked with chlorine after swim pratice.

"I know you do." Connor grumbled under his breath, his bottom lip jutted out in annoyance causing his freckles to bump and grind on his face.

"He, is a high quality individual. If he would do something for you, then I will do the same. As long as it does not involve smuggling sleeping drugs out of the oriental seven-eleven down the street. A guy has to draw the line somewhere and I draw it at walking two blocks." Daniel laid down his conditions.

"You mean it?" Connor narrowed his eyes.

"Boy Scout's honor." Daniel assured, adding 'boy' for Connor's sake-the nine and a half year old still thought girl's had cooties and a toaster where their lady parts should be located. In the ginger's eyes, they were not to be trusted.

"Pinky promise?" The mention of the boy scouts did little to settle his nerves but would do a great deal for his nether regions during nap time when he imagined Daniel in the outfit.

"Pinky promise." The seventeen year old reflected honesty in his aura as he wrapped his over sized pinky around Connor's seemingly miniature sized one.

"Bee would kiss it." He brought his scraped elbow up to Daniel's plush lips, pressed it down for good measure then fastened a SpongeBob band aid –it was nice to change things up every now and then.  

Heat flushed over Daniel's Hebraic features as the door creaked the arrival of the high quality person formely mentioned.

"Oh." Bee averted his eyes from looking anywhere but the bottomless dark pits that house Daniel's pupils, "Thanks for everything," He pulled a piece of his chlorine soaked Sunflower locks into a whirlpool concocted by his finger to entertain himself while the Hebraic teen gawked at his current half dressed dampened state. Bee felt his scrawny arms subconsciously tighten themselves around his bare chest, smearing the water droplets still scattered across his porcelain skin. The sixteen year old felt the need to outline the beginning part of his private square due to years of using body language as a form of 'rapist-be-gone.' After remembering that Daniel had just done him a huge favor,  he let them drop to the side to fiddle with the yarn tie on his bright yellow swim trunk, Bee decided he could stand to let his former 2nd grade reading buddy objectify him for a few seconds.

Daniel's eyes flattered underneath a haze created by a web of smudges more commonly known as his black rimmed glasses, "You're welcome?" It wasn't a question, its was the vocal embodiment of an illegitimate lovechild between suspicion and desperation.

Bee moved his aching muscles closer to Daniel, "You know, for watching Copper for me. It was really sweet of you to do that." His eyelashes created a thick wave of honey as he fanned Daniel with his sweet nectar that doubled as his masculine wilds.

"Gag me with a spoon." Connor mimicked stuffing his freckle adorned finger down his throat. His piebald irises narrowed in disbelief. Wasn't Bee supposed to hate Daniel? As far as Connor knew of his perky older brother had yet to let his taste buds soak up Daniel's cheesy pot of gold that was also referred to as in the nine and a half year's old brain as the world's best aphrodisiac.

"He can be such a dingle hopper sometimes." Letting a breathy chuckle escape out of the confines his plush lips, Bee pulled his nine and half year old brother in for a head lock gingerly ruffling the ginger's locks and planting a gentle kiss on his scalp.

"You're welcome." Daniel was in a diabetic coma from the sweetness Bee was radiating his way, "We were actually just having a snack before you came in. You hungry?" The Jew froed junior dangled a half eaten bowl of gummy bears in front of his wide eyed soaking wet Adonis, "They're really good!" A lopsided smile complete with a jocular after taste took of Daniel's face as he crammed his dad sized hand into the half empty glass bowl. His creamy fist slide out of the bowl and catapulted it's contents into his mouth like a dump truck.

Bee's sunny composure morphed into one of horror while Connor's cherub face adopted a devilish demeanor in a effort to properly enjoy his older brother's latest breakdown of apple juice filled treats. All the ginger needed now was a flash light to testify to his lack of a soul. The high pitched squeals of laughter of the nine and a half year old quickly encompassed all sound waves in the kitchen.

"Want one?" Daniel dangled a clear gummy bear back and forth in slow motion in front of bee's irate face before plopping the snack food into his mouth. Unaware that the chewing compulsions of his mouth made the object of his affection's face experience a spastic twitch.

In a moment not describable by velocity and not contained by the idea of logic, Bee grabbed the contents of glass bowl and stuffed them down his swim trunks in hopes to save them from the Hebraic teen's tonsils. Bee shuffled his feet across the linoleum tiled floor, entering a sprint when he reached the soft ruse bud carpeting, leaving a trail of forgotten gummy bears in his wake as he sought out refugee for his newfound friends.

Connor's venomous smile turned aloof in a matter of seconds after an ear splitting door slam chorused throughout the air, "See what I told you? He is a humorous individual.

"Maybe I should go check on him." Daniel knit his caterpillar eyebrows in confusion.

"Owie." Connor let his fake pain provide a stage for his next performance as well as a detour for Daniel's affixation for Bee, "I think it needs another kiss." The ginger cradled his wound, propping it up to Daniel's rose petal lips, and letting them stamp his elbow with love again.

Heat flushed over Daniel's face as another patron of the Kennedy family entered the kitchen.