HC and TC Oneshots - A Little Bit Of Everything

"And you, are adorable,"

Mitch's head shot up from laughing and stared at the new comment, confused and amused. They had just finished recording his birthday special video (embarrassing enough), and now this?

"Me?! Adorable?" He laughed. Preston and Lachlan glanced at each other. "Please! Who calls someone that can hurt and kill you adorable?"

"I do. You're adorable Mitch, look at you're cheeks!" Preston reached out and squished his cheeks. "And your eyes and your smile,"

"Okay, that's gay, go say that to Rob and kiss his cheeks instead of mine," Mitch said, starting to walk away. Lachlan followed close behind, while the other took his advice and left to find his boyfriend.

"Come on, Mitch, being called adorable is a compliment!" He reasoned.

"It's not suitable! How can someone fear a person when he's adorable?!" Mitch reasoned, still walking ahead of the other carelessly.

"You want to be feared, but if you're feared, how would that help Jerome fall in love with you?" Lachlan asked innocently.

He knew about his feelings after walking in to the other drooling over fan art of his crush. It took a while of prodding, but Mitch soon admitted. And it wasn't such a bad thing as all Lachlan had been was supportive and a friend.

"Please, Jerome wouldn't care if I was adorable or not, I could be a monster hybrid and we would still be running around playing the hunger games,"

"But you're adorable! Who wouldn't fall in love with someone more adorable?!"

"He's not going to fall in love with me just because I'm cute, Lachlan, if he was, he might have already married you or Ty or Jason, someone who's cuter than me,"

"Alright , but just listen Mitch, i have a $50 dollar bet with Vikk and I need you to express your love to Jerome before he ever does! So just go up to him and seduce him with you cuteness,"

Mitch slapped a hand over his mouth before he could even finish.

"End of conversation! I'm not cute! And nothing changes even if I admit it, which I will not!"

Lachlan had no other way of retorting back, so he stayed quiet behind him as they left the server to return to the shared tree house of the Pack. Mitch climbed up first, and headed straight for the kitchen.

"Well, someone's grumpy," Vikk commented the moment the canadian marched in. Mitch raised an eyebrow, but chose to make no further comments. "Alright, what did Lachlan do,"

"Hey,"

"Vikk, this is going to be a serious question," Mitch said and turned around, a bottle of water in his hand. "Whatever you say will determine the future of our friendship. Am I cute?"

Vikk froze and thought it through for 10 seconds in his head. Lachlan seeing this, casually moved to the fridge, behind Mitch and out of his sight. Vikk watched as the Aussie made a motion with his hand, hand going up to his neck and shaking it, eye giving him a warning look. Whatever his original answer was, do not say it.

"Uh, no...?"

Mitch grinned and Vikk let out a sigh of relief as he turned around to face the blond. Lachlan's hand immediately shot down.

"See Lachlan? I'm not cute!"

"Who's not cute?"

Jerome placed the bouquet of carnations he had brought back onto the kitchen counter, tail swishing curiously. Mitch flushed and stared at his water bottle, quickly opening the fridge to get a snack as well.

"Mitch," Vikk answered and did a series of motions with his eyes and eyebrows, trying to communicate the danger of the situation to the hybrid. But Jerome just blinked and turned to smile at his best friend.

"Happy Birthday Biggums!"

"Aw thanks, ya stinky bacca," Mitch grinned and moved to stand next to his best friend, reaching up to give him a hug.

Lachlan shared a look with Vikk, before the later smirked and jabbed a thumb in Merome's directions. He wiggled his eyebrows, and unlike Jerome, Lachlan understood what it meant quickly.

"Hey Jerome," He started. Mitch glared at him. "Do you think Mitch is cute?"

Jerome glanced between the three, and stared at Mitch staring at him.

"Well of c-"

Vikk and Lachlan were furiously shaking their head, hands to their necks. Jerome blinked, and once again didn't get the signal they were attempting to send to him.

"Well, I think you're adorable," The hybrid said and ignored the sound of Lachlan slapping his forehead with his hand. "You have a chipmunk sorta feeling, you're cheeks are always slightly pink and it makes me want to do this,"

He reached out to poke Mitch's already red cheeks. The color only grew harsher.

"Alright, let's establish this. I... i'm not cute," Mitch voice cracked momentarily, so he cleared his throat and continued. "We should change the subject... What are those carnations for?"

"Oh," Jerome picked them up again before holding it up to Mitch. "Well, you told me 2 years ago your favourite kind of flowers were carnations, and I passed by the flower store recently so I got you some,"

Vikk snorted into his cup when he heard the loud squeak Mitch somehow managed to let out as his hands curled around the bouquet.

"4 pink, 4 light red and um..."  Jerome's cheeks darkened and his arms came up to cross in front of his chest, suddenly defensive. "2 dark red ones,"

Mitch's cheeks darkened even more. His attempt to not blush has failed.

"I'll... go... go and put these in the v...vase," He said quickly before fleeing the kitchen. "Thank you Jerome!"

Said hybrid stood awkwardly in the kitchen, getting more and more flustered as Vikklan's gaze continued to stay on him. He could practically feel the smirk coming from Vikk's stupid face.

"Jerome," Vikk started and Jerome wanted to jump down the balcony. "Did you know that..."

"Shut up," Jerome said and left to jump off the balcony, his tail awfully low as he left.

Lachlan turned to Vikk, who's grinning and smirking at the same time. "Doesn't pink carnations mean-"

"Gratitude? Yep,"

Lachlan had to sit down.

"And light red carnations mean-,"

"Admiration? Yep,"

Lachlan groaned and buried his face into his hands. Vikk waited for his face to pop out again.

"Doesn't dark re-"

"Love? Yep,"

Lachlan screamed into his hands before slapping a $50 dollar bill into Vikk's awaiting hands.