So, I recently watched the Looney Tunes Show, and there was this one episode that I really, REALLY liked, staring Tweety and Sylvester. I don't remember the title, but I got this idea, about what happened after the episode. Not necessarily immediately afterwards, but... you know, the aftermath of... aaaaaaand I'm rambling. Whatever, just read.
"I love you, Man!"
God, why did I say that? WHY? I mean, what good would that statement have done me? I mean, yeah, it was true, but him knowing that just made my life worse! I never lived it down. He would... tease me about it, nonstop. every day. It... it changed us, the way we worked. Suddenly, a death hold was met, not with struggling, but with a knowing smirk. Whenever I tried to eat him, he'd just sit there, and look at me, and say, "You just can't help yourself, can you?" Or blush and say, "Whoa, easy there, buddy!" Sure, he said that nothing had changed, that everything would go back to the way it was before, but...
He lied.
Something had changed that day, when I said I loved him. When I... confessed. I didn't change, but he did. He noticed things that he didn't notice before. Sure, we still chased each other. Sure, I still tried to eat him. Sure, we'd still try to hurt each other, even kill each other, even though we both knew that, for us, death wasn't a possibility. But... there was something... almost awkward about our fights now. We noticed how close we got to each other, how...suggestive the positions we got ourselves into in the fury of the fight were, how I'd...watch him as he sang, or ate, or... bathed. He tempted me. He always knew that. But now he knew just how he tempted me.
God, I'm an idiot.