"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes!"

Ty sighed, rubbing his temples, his will to not kill Adam with a ball point pen slowly depleting.

He looked back up at said idiot, in all his moronic glory: electric blue booty shorts, paired with a hideous hot pink vest, his usually chaotic brown hair now chaotic blue hair.

In all honesty he looked like a unicorn had pooped a rainbow and it fell on Adam.

Adam grinned, holding up the bag, a certain glint in his eyes, his shades sitting on his head, throwing the whole unicorn/rainbow/troll doll look off completely.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" he chirped, giggling and hopping from one foot to the other excitedly, like a little kid.

Although, admittedly, Adam looked adorable bouncing around with that cute little pout, Ty wasn't going to budge. He grit his teeth, giving Adam a glare.

"I'm not wearing it Adam, you might as well just take it back to the store." he grunted, eyes glaring daggers at the dry cleaning bag Adam held in his left hand above his head, arm folded across his chest.

Adam pouted, huffing as he flailed his arms, having a silent tantrum. He looked back up at Ty, and Ty paled.

No, oh, no, no, no, no, no!

He was not going to use those damn adorable, cute puppy dog eyes at him!

Ty growled, and his frown dropped,  beginning to feel waves of defeat crawl over him.

Adam, seeing his boyfriend begin to lose the ability to deny him smirked to himself, widening his eyes so his expression doubled in innocence, making Ty groan softly, the final nail in his sparkly bright pink coffin.

Ty sighed, reaching out and snatching the bag from Adam hand, and the neon clad dork squealed happily, a face splitting grin on his face as he jumped up, giving Ty a big smacking kiss on the cheek before running off out the room, babbling about getting his butter Chapstick.

Ty shook his head, smiling weakly at his insane boyfriend, then sighing as he glanced at the bag in his hand.

Oh, Adam was so going to get it once this was over.

*

Ty huffed as he trudged beside Adam towards the party, his hands balled in fists as his tutu ruffled in the wind, a seemingly permanent blush dusting his cheeks.

Adam skipped along merrily alongside him, singing off key extremely loudly, informing everyone in a mile radius that his milkshake brought all the boys to the yard, and it was in fact, better than yours.

Adam looked over the Ty, his goofy grin slipping slightly at Ty's murderous expression.

He stopped prancing around, walking in front of Ty with a pout, his nose wrinkled up, and grabbed Ty's hands, pulling them up to his own cheeks.

"Stop being a meanie Ty. It'll be fun I swear!" Adam whined, pecking Ty's lips as a way of apology.

Ty sighed, the urge to kill being forcibly repressed for Adams sake.

He looked back at Adam, who had so much hope in his eye that Ty cloud not refuse, it would be like kicking a puppy if he did. A sparkly, garish, seizure inducing puppy.

He smile weakly, pulling Adams hands down and holding them to his side.

"Fine. But you owe me big time for this." he warned, and chuckled slightly as Adam did a small victory dance, falling and ending up flat on his face.

He hauled the man child up, making sure he didn't fall as he was dragged towards the bright striped tent, hoping that the night wouldn't end up completely insane.

*

Well, so much for lack of insanity.

The music thumped in the tent as he stood awkwardly scanning the crown wearily.

People laughing, drinking, dancing, chatting and, ahem, disappearing in pairs, but that idiot of his had wandered off.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, setting the crushed solo cup in his hand on the table next to him, stalking into the crowd in search of Adam.

His tutu was chaffing horribly, and if it weren't for the fact that he only had on a pair of bacon boxers underneath, it would have been off ages ago.

Ty rounded the corner, searching around before he suddenly bumped into a wall. A moving wall. A wall made of a very hench, very angry guy.

Ty looked up and gulped, backing away slightly.

Just as he thought he could make a runner, he spotted Adam, leaning up against the wall with what looked like a bucket on his head, screaming 'Exterminate' at a creeped out looking dude while waving a plunger and a whisk around.

Where the hell he found those he'd never know, but what Ty did know was that he was about the get punched, hard.

The meaty guy cracked his knuckles, advancing towards him. If they were in a cartoon Ty was sure steam would be coming from his ears.

"Look where you're going punk." he growled, and Ty swallowed hard, desperately searching for an escape route as the guy closed in on him.

All of a sudden, tall dark and ugly froze, glancing over Ty's shoulder in confusion. Ty furrowed his brows, and turned my head to see what he was staring at, and mentally - and physically - facepalmed.

Adam, his blue hair covered by the bucket, stood behind him, pointing the whisk at the guy menacingly, a glare on his face. Honestly, he couldn't look less intimidating.

Adam growled, stumbling forward in front of Ty protectively, still glaring at the guy, who looked half angry half disturbed.

"Back off buddy, or face the wrath of my Dalek powers!" Adam shouted, wobbling slightly due to the alcohol taking affect.

The guy looked shocked, eyebrow raised as he took in the strange rainbow boy playing Doctor Who with kitchen utensils.

He blinked, then shook his head, too weirded out to even bother. As he walked off, Ty gawked at Adam, completely in shock of what happened.

Adam turned back to Ty, giggling with a huge grin on his face.

"Team SkyLox one, big scary dude zero." he announced, his words slurred slightly.

Ty sighed, a mix of relief and exasperation flooding him. He looked at Adam before flicking him in the forehead, chuckling as the Dalek wannabe whined, rubbing the spot with a pout.

Ty grabbed Adams hand, dragging him back to the bar. He had only one thing on his mind. Jell-O shots.

*

Ty groaned, opening his eyes slowly, his head thumping wildly as he blinked his eyes, the blurriness from sleep fading slowly.

He sat up groggily, holding his head in one hand, taking in his surroundings.

He was in what looked like an ice cream van, boxes of comes stacked to one side, and a strange, colourful lump splayed out nearby.

He looked closely and groaned again.

Adam lay curled up, head resting on a half spilled box of wafers, a traffic cone tucked into his chest like a teddy bear, his blue hair sticking up in every direction.

Ty looked down at himself, grimacing when he saw how much of a mess he looked, tutu ripped, his shirt all askew, and as he looked back over to Adam, he sighed fondly, shaking his head at his insane boyfriend.

The idiot must have worn himself out, and how they got in the ice cream van if all places Ty had no idea.

Adam stirred, mumbling in his sleep about butter and squids, scrunching his face up at the latter.

Ty bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the cute, incredibly idiotic guy he somehow found himself in love with.

He's forced him into blindingly neon Lycra, dragged him to a tent in the middle of a field for a party, nearly killed Ty with a whisk, and somehow ended up in an ice cream van, but for the life of him he couldn't find it in him to be angry. If anything, he was buzzing.

Their relationship may not have been conventional, but damn, it sure was fun.

{{Edit 14/9 - btw the awesome fanart at the top was made by @De_AlterSorcerer! Thanks bebs it's amazing ><}}