Title: Shattered
Author: Dingo
Disclaimer: Dustin and the other Power Ranger mentioned within are not mine. They belong to someone that is not me, and who I don't know the name of because I am too lazy to walk three steps to my Ninja Storm DVDs. This was a personal challenge to hopefully get me writing again (20 minutes in the lives of two characters), however school shall interfere in those writing plans so don't expect any more for quite a while. This shall be a one-shot, and shoot you once I shall.
"…You never mentioned what your cousin's name was."
"Which one?" Dustin asked, critically eyeing his shoes in the six different images that his shattered mirror gave. "Do you think my shoes look like I just walked off some Sports Boy Monthly magazine shoot?"
There was a pause. "They're held together on spit and a prayer, Dustin. Unless you were doing Trash Boy Monthly, I think you're pretty darn informal."
"Okie-dokie." Dustin grabbed his jacket and pulled the denim over his shoulders. "Tall one's name is Kasey. Short one is Michelle. The one with bright pink hair is Tanya…or maybe it'll be green. Either way, you know…whatever."
"…So do I give hugs to the aunts, and handshakes to the uncles? Other way around? What's the greeting?"
"You know, man. Aunty Jessy will probably break your ribs with a hug, and she'll start to show you off. Just follow everyone else's lead. A wave'll do with most of my cousins." Dustin frowned at his shoes again. He twisted around to get a view of the back in five of the reflections. One stubbornly refused to give a copy of anything but the bottom of the jeans of the person behind him. "…You sure these aren't too…you know?"
"They are plenty you know. So I won't be forced to eat anything I can't identify?"
"Just remember…no matter what it looks like, the feijoada will not kill you."
"Oh fantastic. Screw Lothor, I'm going to die from eating some entrée served by my boyfriend's family."
Dustin pouted into the mirror, artfully arranging his hair into…exactly the style he woke up with that morning. "We're not that bad," he protested.
"You wake up at six a.m. singing show tunes. You switched my hair gel with chilli sauce. You told your mother I had a cute butt."
Dustin gave the mentioned body part an appraising look. "I always tell the truth."
"Flattery will not get you anywhere today."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm FREAKING OUT."
"We're not going to kill you, Hunter. They'll love you as much as I do, or they'll be nice to your face and I'll get a phone call in the morning telling me to dump you."
"…Jesus Christ."
"No, Aunt Susie. She's desperate to hook me up with her yoga instructor."