September- "Hey Zach"

"Hey Zach, not going home this weekend?" asked Mike as he poked his head into Zach's room next morning.

"If I were I wouldn't be sitting here right now," Zach pointed out dryly, looking up from his laptop. When he was going to leave for the weekend he always left early-and that was early by HIS definition. "Roommate's gone though."

"Okay, cool," said Mike, and promptly took advantages of the absence of the roommate, namely by hogging up the empty space. "What're you eating?"

"Huh? Oh yogurt," said Zach, looking up from the screen the second time. "Would you like some?" he offered.

Mike eyed it suspiciously. "What kind is it?"

"Strawberry, with real strawberries," said Zach as Mike accepted the yogurt and tried to dump some into his mouth. "It's also sugar-free." He added as a clump of yogurt finally detached itself.

Mike gagged and nearly choked. "Sugar-free!" He swallowed with an expression of disgust before glaring at the 'all-natural' labeled yogurt, then down at his friend. "You actually EAT this stuff?" he asked incredulously.

Zach lifted an amused eyebrow. "What else do you propose I do with it?"

"Throw it in the trash?" suggested Mike, handing the yogurt back as if the plastic cup might suddenly develop fangs, turn rabid, and bite him.

"That would be a waste of food," said Zach primly, accepting the yogurt back. "You knew I eat healthy, right?"

"Yeah but...sugar-free?!" He stared at Zach as if his friend had been eating poison (which, in Mike's opinion, Zach had) and had somehow miraculously survived. "You WEIRDO!"

"Very good, Sherlock Holmes," said Zach, glancing back at the screen again. "Did you hear the chem building's exploded last night?"

"It did?" said Mike. "Oh awesome."

"Not the entire building," said Zach hastily, "just an accident in one of the labs."

"Oh," said Mike, sounding disappointed. He tried to summon an expression of appropriate sympathy when Zach just looked at him and failed impressively.

This was one of those moments which Nick and Zach usually used to prove the existence of Mike's violent tendencies or, as Mike called them, the usual American guy thing...which he was allowed to get away with since Zach was raised in the UK and Nick in France.

"Try to be more subtle about your sadistic tendencies, will you?" murmured Zach.

"Subtle?" Mike lifted both of his eyebrows. "Me?"

"Right," muttered Zach, "forgot who I was talking to."
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And I'm happy to report no explosions so far in Kate and Christine's cooking class. ;-)
Nick's moustache is going to have to go. I ABSOLUTELY can't draw it.