Note: It's AU!
Rumpleteazer knew something was wrong with her best friend when he violently flinched after she yelled out his name.
"Jerrie," she said, running up to him, "whot's wrong?"
"Nuffin', Teazer," Mungojerrie mumbled as he tried to grin.
Teazer looked at her friend. There seemed to be something off about that handsome face if his, but what it was, Teazer couldn't tell, for she was so distracted by how much their outfits matched (white shirt, jeans, black Doc Martens, leather jackets, and their orangey hair). So she shrugged it off until homeroom, where she noted that Jerrie didn't throw himself into his desk like usual, instead gingerly sitting down, careful that his back touched nothing.
"Shit!" he hissed as he tried to remove his jacket, cringing.
At this, Teazer decided to talk to him at lunch break.
But she couldn't find him anywhere, and they didn't have any time alone until after school, when they'd walk home together. But on this day, Jerrie tried to escape. But when Teazer saw him, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the nearest empty room, which was an old science lab that hadn't been used all year. When inside, Teazer grabbed his hand and led him to sit on one of the old lab tables.
Jerrie stayed silent and didn't look at the only female love in his life.
"Jerrie, why are you acting so weird?" she asked, not letting go of his hand.
"I 'unno whot yer talkin' about…" mumbled Jerrie, voice slightly breaking.
There was silence for a moment.
"Alright then, Jer. Jacket and shirt off, now!" she ordered.
"Wha…oh, nuh-uh, woman!" he said letting go of his friend's hand.
"Foine," said Teazer, grabbing his jacket and pulling it off of him, "just the shir', then."
For a moment, Jerrie did nothing. "Just don't freak, a'right?" Then the skinny-but-muscular teen took off his shirt.
What Rumpleteazer saw made her gasp and her eyes water. On the table sat Mungojerrie, covered in fresh bruises, welts, and cuts. But when she started crying, he stood, and ignoring the pain it caused him, pulled his best friend into a fierce hug.
"Teazer, stop cryin, Oi'm foine," he said.
"No you ain't!" she said through her sobs.
"Well, if Oi'm not, d'you think Oi could crash at your place for awhile?"
Teazer stopped crying, but there were still a few stray tears.
"Well, duh!" she said, trying to smile.
"Fanks, Teazer."
He brushed the stray tears from his best friend's face. Then he grabbed his shirt. When his head appeared from the neck of his shirt and he pulled on his jacket, he looked at Teazer. Then just past her, his eyes wide.
"Oh mah…wazzat?" he yelped.
On instinct, Teazer looked back for less than a second. When she turned back, Jerrie was right in her face. He grinned and quickly kissed her.
"Alright, Teazer, let's go!" he said, grabbing her hand.
Despite the pains, this had been a good day.