Starbrawler Drabbles

Two Oblivious Knucklehead

《Okay so imagine Shelly and Colt, oblivious to the fact that they like eachother (or at least I hope they like eachother) but litirally everyone else knows. (Like cliche couple in a highs school movie, oblivious af) So Poco decides "Okay this has gone on for far too long!" And he writes this song to dedicate to the two of them and how they need to get together-》

"Colt, dearie, is it about time that you start taking action?"
The sheriff glanced up from his plate of eggs and bacons, a confused look glazed over his face. Pam sighed, irresistibly musing to herself how much more clueless he could be.
"You and Shelly have been together through thick and thin, and I'm pretty sure one of you should at least realize what that probably means," Pam elaborated. At once, his sister broke into a fit of giggles, and his eyebrows furrowed. What..?
"But what does that mean??" Colt spoke, lost in a current of confusion, and Pam let her hand hold her face in disappointment and amusement.
"Do I have to actually say it.." she spoke, before breaking into a chuckle. Jessie took the floor there, turning from her seat to her big brother.
"You do know what love is, right?" She asked, stuffing another piece of scrambled egg into her mouth. Colt snorted, nodding. "Yeah, what is it have to do with this?" He asked, getting up now as he picked up his empty plate. Jessie had to take a moment to contain her giggles.
"You like her, do you? Are you really that thick to not know?" His sister asked, shock on her face that he was not getting it. Colt sighed, piling his plate onto the sink. What is it that these two ladies are squawking about?
"If I say that I have no idea on what you mean, then does that call me thick?" Colt called back, grabbing his violet vest from the coathanger.
There was no clear response back, but as he left the house, he could hear his mother murmuring to Jessie, "Please never be that oblivious with love,"
Today's a day off for the residents in Brawling Alley, and why so was cause the ticket events were in session. Poco and Shelly were there already, waiting for him as he greeted the two, and called in for the audience.
"Huh, it's been awhile since we've last seen Boss Battle," Shelly mused, crashing down in the seat near the top as she eyed the board at the top of the stadium. Colt waited for Poco to go in besides her, although he felt a soft bitterness about so, but the skeleton stayed put, eyeing him a bit awkwardly, before gesturing the sheriff to sit down before him in a swift, smooth speed.
For some reasons, his heart gave a delightful leap as he sat down besides her, as if two puzzle pieces were clicking together like the way they were supposed to be. Poco smiled in a way of someone seeing their plan kicking into action.
As the brawlers steamed in, picking a seat and chatting with others, the pink guitar was rosen from it's case, and a soft strum was played soon, testing out the chords.
"You know," Poco piped up now, keeping his gaze on the arena now, his hands still working, "I wondered how much clíche high school movies they could make out of you,"
"As in...?" Shelly mused, snuggled in with Colt, who also eyed them puzzled.
"You know what they are, cause,"

"It's a story with a plot and an ending,
And with some friends and frenemies,
But with a story comes, with a set of friends,
One, being, the main pointer,
And I never thought I'd have to make a, song about it,
But everyone has a suspicion that, push came to sho-oove,
So here.. To put it lightly,
I think you two would score the 'Most dumbest lovers,'"

It took five seconds straight for the two to realize that he was using symbolism, and it was not hard to figure out what he meant, for Shelly and Colt had suddenly sprung apart from each other, a red haze on their face.
"I think I did my job well," Poco snickered, and that quickly earned him a slap on the cheekbone.