A/N: My first one-shot that's ever slash so I tried to make the best of it. I hope you enjoy.
Only claim of characters and story. Others are to be disclaimed by me.

Participant of the sKow challenge # 9
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Challenge #9 - Oh Slash It!

Requirements:
1) Here's my slash challenge, as promised! MUST BE SLASH.
2) Must include the quote: "Straight? Please. Tell that to . Seems to think otherwise." You can fill in the blank. :)
3) The two main characters are only allowed to speak aloud three sentences each, so make each line count!
4) Has to be about some obscure holiday that no one really knows about. Like "National Desk-Making Day" or "Day of Wine-Tasting".
5) Fluff. This challenge is meant to be light-hearted.

No:

1) Long, meaningful conversations.
2) real holidays. Christmas, People Birthdays, Religious Holidays, Halloween, etc. are not allowed.
3) mentions of death or otherwise depressing topics. Unless they're made un-depressing.

Penguins Like Fishes

-o-

A mascot. dressing up as a mascot is not my fling. I actually never volunteered to do such a job until my ears perked up when I over heard a conversation. That conversation happens to be about a guy...ehem that I like.

It was a normal Friday morning when I was stuffing my books to even out the avalanche in my locker. I noticed that I was about to be late to my next class when I took a quick glance at the clock hanging on the school wall. What I didn't notice was that Dillon was walking straight at me. I'm usually not a guy that gawks at a person, but um...yeeeah, I was now. He was talking to a couple of guy friends (that I envied), and they were passing by me like some kind of ant that's unnoticed.

When Dillon was no where in sight, I sighed inwardly. Yeah, too bad I'm a guy who likes guys. And for Dillon, I was sure he's straight.

Dillon and I met last year when we worked at Star Flute Buffet and Diner. Now, I have no idea why the owner would name their place like that, but many people came in to chow down for their deprived stomachs. I was working as a waiter there and I was actually new to the whole thing. Kind of frightened, I took people's orders with my head faced down. Just then I heard the most...fascinating, yeah, fascinating laughter known to mankind. I looked around and my eyes met his. Dillon Owens was walking towards me and I couldn't help but to blush a bit. You know...that would be an understatement, I blushed like a mad tomato.

He leaned on me with his arm on my left shoulder. I was restraining myself with all my energy to not jump him. Even if I didn’t know Dillon that well during that time, didn't mean that I couldn't have opinions on him then. He was the kind of guy that attracted all the ladies. When he smiles, you could see the little dimples. Heck, his brown eyes even glitter when he’s happy or bursting with joy. Though, in my point of view I enjoyed watching him like some kind of stalker from afar.

He exhaled and I felt his breath dancing around my ear, I was in total bliss. He leaned in closer while the costumers were still pondering about what they wanted for their evening courses. His laughter made me shudder from head to toe when he did it again.

"People like it if you keep eye contact with them. Heh, everyone does including me. Keep that in mind.” he softly spoke. All of a sudden, I felt as if I got hit by a pure winter breeze and I saw that Dillon had saluted off to the occupants waiting for him. And ever since then, I always kept my eyes held high and when Dillon saw what I was doing, he approved it by holding up his thumb with the "great job" aura surrounding him.

So that was my first time with Dillon and he gave me advice...good advice. But now though, I wasn't caring about that because well, my math teacher would rip off my head if I continued to be in a daze out in the hallway.

-o-

Stupid possessive instincts, that's all I have to say. I'm watching Dillon sit down with a couple of friends. His jersey number 09 stood proudly from the back of his back to the front of his chest. His friends punched each other in the arm, probably discussing how they're going to bring down the school that they're facing during playoffs tomorrow. What about me? I have nothing to do for tomorrow's famous school holiday.

My mom came bursting into my room this morning shouting at the top of her lungs. I still remember what she said to me, clear as crystal...or something along the lines of: "Kyle! You don't participate in any events! You don't even go to church! Ugh, you're living such a dull life. Get off of your ass and live a little!"

Yeah...that is so my mom.

But what can I do at the football game? I mean, sitting at the bleachers wouldn't be such a bad thing...but um...how to put it, yeah. You know what? I'll just say it. I have ADD and I can't keep in one place for even thirty minutes. And football games last for a long time, (probably 2 to 3 hours.) Despite the fact that I fidget a lot isn't also a great thing as well. Oh look, I'm messing around with the mechanical pencil...Ah; I remember when the teachers yelled at me for that...

"My big brother!" I hear someone shout at the top of their lungs. Lucy is running to me with pure bliss written all over her face. She jumps onto the seat next to me and hugs me by the neck. "Oh, so warm..." She nuzzles me, almost sending me off balance and tipping me over the chair that I sat in.

I grunted in return and started to stuff my face with my mom's famous peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It wasn't as if Lucy was annoying (after all, she is my best friend), but it was something about her that just makes you want to run away if you're having a bad day. Although my day isn't bad yet, I just didn’t want to get all hyped up and then burn to ashes later on.

"So are you doing anything tomorrow?" She chirps, still clutching onto me for her dear life, I shook my head in response. "Why not...?" She pouts – sticking her bottom lip out – and taps me at the bridge of my nose.

I gave her a skeptical look and she immediately releases me. "Not so talkative today, are you?" she elbows me in the ribs. I yelp and scooted off to the side – away from her. I sighed again. I really didn't feel like talking to Lu and the only way I know how to get rid of her is...by ignoring her.

"C'mon tough guy! You know that tomorrow is going to be the last match of the season and I know if you go with me tomorrow, you'll definitely see you-know-who." She grinned evilly – like a Cheshire cat.

"Lucy...You know exactly how I feel about him. But you know...I'm really positive that he's not into...men. You feel me?"

She laughs at my face. "Straight? Please. Tell that to his diary. It seems to think otherwise."

I wanted to tell her that diaries didn't talk until she caught sight of Sean – her newest crush of the week. I beckoned her with my hand to go after him and she squeals. Once again, she hugs me and kissed me on the cheek – which I don't mind anymore. After that, she took off with lightening speed. I shook my head while smiling to myself. I held onto the smile and took a quick glance at Dillon. What I was surprised about was that he's looking straight at me. Once we saw each other, he quickly turns away and looks elsewhere.

-o-

Mascot, that's what everyone is talking about. All over the hallways, people had worried expressions painted all across their faces. I didn't know what the big deal was until a girl with high heels came crashing onto one of the guys on the football team. Brad held onto his girl and becoming like one of those emotional chicks...she cried.

"What's wrong, baby?" Concern was held within his voice.

"The mascot!" – Ugh great, this again – "The mascot! The guy who's being the stupid mascot is sick! How are we supposed to show pride in our school if we don't have that stupid, stupid thing?"

"Don't worry, baby. We'll find a replacement. Our football game is still going to play no matter what, so you don't worry about that." He brushed her hair away from her face. For a moment there, I wondered how that would feel if I did that to Dillon.

"But what about the cheerleaders?" Okaaay...so this is a little awkward. The girl is just worried about what she's going to do about her squad. Well, it wouldn't really matter without the dude anyways, would it? Man, I never went to one of those footballs games...I'm sure as hell clueless about all this...

"They'll be fine. Plus, how hard is it to find a guy who could fit in that outfit?"

"Really hard..."

Brad, as I remember he was in one of my class before, was cackling. His girlfriend hits him on the chest and shoves the guy away from her.

"What's so funny?"

"See. I could point to anyone in the hallway and I bet you, they could fit in that ridiculous thing. Like that guy over there." And that's when Brad points straight at me. I guess it was kind of like the wrong place, wrong time thing because in a matter of seconds, I was dragged by the arms of the couple into the wrestling room.

Trying to persuade them by pleading, they looked more determined than ever. I was tossed into the room where all the coaches were – probably trying to solve the problem that's brewing all over the school. Why would they want to pick a guy like me? I definitely know that I'm not that good looking and quite lean, but did they have to choose me to be stuffed in that uniform?

"Kyle...If you do this for us, we will all be saved." Saved? Does the school symbol mean so much to us?

"Please Kyle...for the whole school?" The cheerleader begs. Now, it might seem a little mean if I rejected the offer and went straight off to home. I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad, right? I'll just be like the stuffing from Build-A-Bear for a couple of hours. And hey, I could walk around without being all weird out on the benches while watching the game—

No! No! I don't want to be wasting a Saturday like that! I could just stay home and sleep in the whole day...Yeah; I should be doing that instead.

When I was about to turn them down, I hear shuffling outside of the hallway. A groupie of freshmen was walking in a clog and one of their voices stood out the most.

"I heard that if the mascot isn't there tomorrow, it means no game."

"Aw, and I thought I was able to finally see some real men out in the field."

"Yeah, it would have been the whole University football team out there." My ears shot up. All of them? I could watch...Yeah, I could watch him up close!

I'm going to volunteer. Whatever it takes to be near Dillon, oh I would do whatever...

-o-

A mascot. Dressing up as a mascot was not my fling. I'm sure I said that already, but seriously...now that I tackled the job, I really didn't know what I was in for. A mascot's job is to walk around the field during half time and start to wave my hands above my head. And when it's time for the game, I'm supposed to walk around high-five-ing the audience of the match. What's worse is that I have to be in a sweaty outfit for a while...probably able to get in a couple gulps of water down my throat before I dehydrate.

Oh. Do you know what the school symbol is? Okay, put your hands down...it's not really supposed to be a question.

A penguin.

Yes, a penguin. A penguin that is wobbling everywhere because that's how the suit was made – made especially for you to not able to walk straight.

Oh great, now I remember that today is the first day that the school was built.

This school goes waaay back. It all started when the man who created the school, didn't have enough money to give to the construction workers for repayment. So how did he show his honor to the workers? Simple, he gave them all fish...

And then the obvious came. He made the whole school based on a penguin. Thus, the day being...Give-a-fish day.

So after the game everyone who had a bag in their hands, most likely a result due to the fact that they have fishes in them. To show that this is a day of worth, a truck will be coming on the field later to throw fish around...as if they wanted it to be like "raining" fishes or something...

Oh God and the fact that I'm the only penguin out here meant a very dangerous job for me. Sure you've heard about mascots getting into fights with the other team or a kid hitting them where it hurts...but my situation is different. Instead of being scared about all that, I'm probably going to be shot down by Dead Sea creatures. All those people with the bags...they only have one ulterior motive...and that is to shoot me down at the end of the game. But of course, only the students know about this day...or else the parents would be complaining.

"That's my son!" I heard my mom as she was talking to her friends. I held my flippers up, zooming around for my mom's physical body and saw that my mom is sitting at the bottom row. Great, now she's going to keep an eye out on me the whole time. Well, my mom isn't a woman to mess around with. Almost like that time when a kid pushed me into a bush...my mom was going to push him off the building.

Moms these days...

Someone taps me on the shoulders afterwards. I turn around and gasp, Dillon is wearing his jersey along with the whole uniform with the pads and shit. I have to admit though; Dillon really looks sexy in all that clothing. And me...I bet I look fat.

"Yo Jason...I came here to tell you that...yeah, I won't go out with you. I kind of like another guy, you know...ah, Kyle. So um...sorry man. You cool with that?" Wait...what did Dillon just say? I'm sure I'm hearing right, I mean...or maybe it was the sun that's getting into my head. Yeah, it must be the sun. Dillon...curved? I don't think that's possible I mean...Wow. Um...what should I say to him? I mean, oh my God. He just confessed to me – accidentally – and how should a person like me react? Take off my penguin head and go all smooch-y on him...yeeeah, I don’t think I'm up for that.

Without warning, the coach called Dillon to go over with the group. He looks back at me with sad eyes and jogs over to the rest of the team. I'm sure if he knew who he was talking to...he wouldn't look at me that way. I never knew he felt that way...I mean, sure during work back then he would sling his arms around my shoulders. And yeah, also those times when we...ah, changed together in P.E. class. But to actually have feelings for me, I felt like a lucky guy.

-o-

I am so not lucky. It's half time and the students on the benches were eyeing me while I'm wobbling myself across the field. A person told me to bust a move, but I wanted to slap that guy. I mean, it's not possible to do the impossible with a heavy loaded coating around you. Bust a move? Try doing that in a suffocating suit!

From the gleam of its gills, I saw someone whip out a fish from their pocketbook. Another person followed the same order and I knew that they would do something deadly with those things. I backed up slowly until I reach almost the center of the field. I look behind me to see that the opposite team audiences were also tossing some evil glances at me. What have I done to them?

Plop.

What the...

Plop. Plop. Plop.

A live fish is flipping everywhere – trying to flop back into a nearest pool of water but to no avail.

Plop.

Another fish landed only a couple of inches away from me – where had this one come from? I mean, can it really be raining—

Bam! The thing smashed into my face. I back stepped a couple but another one went flying at me. It might be a hilarious situation to the people, but not to me. I mean it's like being smacked in the face by something slimy and disgusting. Thank God for the penguin suit...

But there's always a time when all of humanity breaks out – almost as if it's the end of the world. And this is when all hell went loose. Everyone on the bleachers were trying to get a good shot at me. Other random guys attacked the other person next to them. A woman grabs onto another girl's hair and starts yanking. The truck with the whole shit-load of fishes were charging right at the green grass and tossing salmon everywhere.

Scared and confused about what's happened right now, I ran to the football team. When I approached them, Dillon is shielding himself from the flying gilled friends. Trying to put on a touch guy act, I cover him up with my penguin body. He gasps beneath me and tries to yank me off of him. Unable to hide my identity, I lift the head of the thing and he could see my face perfectly clear. Another gasp of shock shot up from him and then...uh yeah, I'm going to blush again...

He hugs me and started to laugh like a loony. We went to the table for protection and his head fell back – still laughing his ass off. He pats me on the shoulders like usual and pressed his head towards my chest.

Butterflies. There were butterflies fluttering inside of my stomach.

"So...guess you know I'm not Jason, but Kyle that you confessed to." I tried to make our circumstance as less awkward as possible.

"I knew it from the start that you took over the job. I was just playing dumb because I know that you wouldn't have the guts to tell me. After all, hearing it from a person, cough Lucy cough, I had to do something about you. Plus, you don't do anything because you're too innocent!" He burst into his fit again. I furrowed my eyebrows and shot him a quick look – I think he just insulted me...

"I'll prove you wrong on that."

He stares at me, raising one of his perfect eyebrows – almost as if he's challenging me. I stare down at his lips and pointed to mine, to his again. He was about to retort my body lanuage, until that is, I cut him off by making the two connect. I didn't dare to look him in the eyes because if I did, I don't think I would be able to pull away when I have to.

I hear him moan and shift around a little. I'm immensely happy when Dillon positions himself correctly in the cradle of my body – as if he's approving of my actions. Wait...did that mean he is...the dominate male?

Oh screw that. I should just get wrapped up in this moment...

But then again, I can't help to think (since I think too much.) If it's from someone else's point of view, they would have seen two guys making-out behind the table. And not just that, for it almost looks as if it's World War III that they were in the middle of. Fish all over the ground and people fighting...but no, never would they have thought that it could be one of the most romantic moments that can ever happen to two men...especially one in a penguin suit.

Unless that is, if you're my mom...