An angsty Michael/Bonnie fic called Sand Castles:
A Series of Drabbles (short, short stories that are 100 words exactly) written for Tomy's Holding Hands challenge. So yes, they all have hand contact of some sort:They had always flirted after a fashion, but something had definitely changed and it confused him. Maybe he had just been conditioned to ignore his attraction to her after all those early shoot-downs and death glares. But he wasn’t getting glares now.
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A (hopefully) humorous little short about the potential uses for Michael's old clothes:Michael hated corporate feel-good seminars. He’d rather be shot at or drive through a minefield than listen to some neo-hippie talk about the power of teamwork.
“I want you all to get in a circle,” their facilitator said. “Hold hands with the person next to you.”
Michael took Devon’s hand and gave him a look that clearly said, ‘This is ridiculous.’
“Now think positive thoughts,” the neo-hippie said.
Michael could only think one thing. He knew it was going to get him in trouble, but he couldn’t help it. “Kum-ba-ya,” he sang.
Devon’s hand immediately tightened into a painful vise.
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And last but not least (I think anyway ), a small Stevie/Michael short:“I can’t lie if he asks.”
“He’s not going to ask,” Michael said for what felt like the hundredth time.
“But Bonnie might.”
“Kitt, I already told you, I don’t expect you to lie. If one of them asks, I promise to accept full responsibility for my actions.”
“But why is this necessary? Is your date really that important?”
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Michael couldn’t be any happier, or any more nervous, as he listened to Stevie singing softly next to him. It was tradition for them to sneak away out into the desert on Christmas Eve and sing carols – just the two of them alone under the stars.
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