Poptarts
Silver had asked Green once why he still even pretended he lived with them, instead of with his boyfriend (and girlfriend, but Silver never mentioned her). On mornings like this, Green wondered the same thing. He got out of bed from between his two favorite faces, threw back on his pajama pants, picked Eevee up off the dresser, and wandered down to the kitchen, getting to see two hot chicks, one in short PJs and the other in a towel, along the way. And when he got to the kitchen, not only was there grape juice in the fridge still (albeit he opted for a plastic cup because he wasn't sure which dishes were clean most mornings), but in the cupboard there was a box of his favorite poptarts, completely untouched.
“...”
Except the only box inside was strawberry, which was all well and good but wasn't brown sugar, and didn't explain where the box he'd brought with him the morning before had gone, either.
He knew Leaf liked them too, so maybe she'd eaten some. But his name was *very clearly* on the box, so no one else would have dared.
He sniffed the air, noticing the familiar scent suddenly.
He looked at the toaster.
And Ethan standing in front of it.
It popped up and Ethan took out two poptarts, wrapping them in a paper towel and taking a big bite out of them, then blowing hard to vent the heat from his mouth.
That smell. Those poptarts weren't Ethan's usual strawberry... they were brown sugar.
Green stared at him for a moment, then pointed.
“Eevee, Shadow Ball!” he commanded, the shout of which caused Ethan to spin around and freeze.
The ball of dark energy struck the younger boy in the face, causing him to stagger back, then nearly choke as he forgot to continue chewing the pastry in his mouth.
“Now go get my poptarts back from that bastard.”
Ethan dropped them on the counter and ran as fifteen inches of fluffy brown fox charged at him, teeth bared.
Eevee twitched his tail happily, grabbing the poptarts and trotting them back to his master, who broke off the bitten-from part and passed it to him as a reward.
This was why he didn't live here full time. Because back home, no one ate his poptarts.