Chad Michael Murray loves pickles. Possibly the most disgusting drabble ever, by Julie. Fun fact: replace "Chad Michael Murray" with "Bonster," and this is pretty much her life story!
Chad Michael Murray grabbed a fresh jar of pickles from the fridge, sauntered into the living room, and settled into his favorite chair. The jar in his lap, he unscrewed the lid and took a deep breath, savoring the tangy scent. He plunged his fingers into the jar and pulled a thick pickle out of the brine.
"Perfection," he whispered, as the juice ran down his fingers.
He pressed the pickle to his lips. It felt cool against his mouth, and he struggled against temptation, not yet wanting to bite into the bumpy, green, and delicious treat.
It was ... ecstasy.