"Heh heh, hey Butthead, why's your face all red?"

The brunet quickly threw his hand to his face and turned to face the lockers, but his companion's loud, raspy voice had already drawn the attention of everybody who occupied the hallway. Beavis took a step towards Butthead, leaning in to look at his face.

"Really, Butthead, you look like a tomato. Heh heh m heh, oh, heh, if you're a tomato, does that mean if you got a zit on your face and you popped it or something, the stuff that would come out of it would be ketchup?" At this point, quite a few of the Highland High students had grown uninterested in what was happening, figuring it had to do with another bizarre situation their numbskull peers had gotten themselves into. This time, though, the circumstance was fairly normal- so normal that it was almost odd. Beavis laughed again, looking around aimlessly like he had a tendency to do. "Heh heh, that would be cool." He made eye contact with Gina, who immediately looked away with a grimace when she had realized what she had done. "Hey, how's it going?"

He turned to face his tall(er) brunet friend, but he panicked momentarily when he saw he wasn't there. "H-Hey!" Beavis whipped around, searching desperately for Butthead, and found him walking away from him, arms crossed. Bouncily weaving through the crowd, the blond hurried to catch up with him, grabbing ahold of his arm to be able to keep up with his fast pace.

"What the hell, Butthead?"

"Dammit, Beavis, get your hands off of me before I slap you so hard you go into last week."

His face was nowhere near as red as it had been back where they were seconds before, but it was flushed nonetheless. His cheeks and bottom lip were puffed in a pout. Beavis stared at him strangely; Butthead was acting really weird out of absolutely nowhere. Usually, Butthead would tell him anything if he asked, but he was being really stubborn and different and B didn't like it at all.

He followed his friend, who anxiously picked at his braces, all the way into Van Driessen's and sat down, choosing to ignore whatever the hell was going on with him. That was gonna have to be saved for when they were alone.

...

The sun was setting and the air was getting colder, but the light was still warm on their peachy skin as they walked back from the desert. Yet another game of baseball won by Butthead, who insisted that every pitch that wasn't a hit was obviously a ball. Beavis had learnt by then that it was best just to sit there and silently boil at his teasing that Butthead won, even though the blond knew that he was actually the one who lost by a mile. That fucker knew shit about baseball, but hey, if he wanted to feel good about himself for one fraction of the day Beavis wouldn't be the one to get in the way of that.

Nobody was outside, which meant it was the perfect chance to confront the brunet about his behavior early that day.

"What time do you think it is? If it's like, seven, then we might be able to make Baywatch, huh huh huh!" Butthead turned around to look at Beavis, who was much shorter than he was and had to look up at him to make eye contact. The blond's tongue was in his cheek and he looked as if something was bothering him as he peered up. "I dunno 'bout you, B, but I'm in the mood to see Pamela Anderson's-"

"-So like, heh heh, what was that about earlier?" Beavis slowed his walking and brought his hands to his chest, eyeing Butthead nervously when he stopped and turned his head to the side. When the brunet stayed quiet, Beavis kept going. "You were acting really weird."

"What's it to ya, buttwipe?" Butthead rolled his eyes, veered back around, and continued to walk, his hair somewhat messy from sweating during baseball and the wind tangling into it. Beavis made an off noise and hurried to catch up with him.

"Come on, Butthead, you're like..." He caught his tongue. Butthead wasn't really his friend. "...um. Heh heh m heh."

Butthead walked across their yard up to the front door, shoving his hand under the rough doormat, its top covered with mud and blood and oil and pretty much any other fluid a person could think of. "It doesn't matter, or something. Not to you, anyway." He opened the door and lazily tossed the key off to the side in the moment, but his eyes bulged when he realized where he threw it. He stamped his foot and threw his hand to his head, glaring at the thornbush he forgot was there. "Oh, goddammit!"

Beavis squeezed past his partner and stood on the inside of the door, peeking out, his usual smile plastered on his face playfully. "I would tell you if it was me and stuff."

Butthead decided to leave the key for another day and closed the door, half-assedly throwing his shoes into the closet. "No you wouldn't."

"Yes I would."

"No you wouldn't."

"Yuh-huh."

"Shut up, Beavis!"

Butthead walked into the kitchen, growing flustered again. Beavis's heart fluttered with thrill, since he noticed that he was cracking the brunet's outer shell and might actually manage to get information out of him. He followed after him, doing that excited Scooby-Doo type laugh he did sometimes.

"Butthead, please?" He draped himself against the oven, bending his back so he could tilt his head backwards and see Butthead in an upside-down view. The latter knelt down to get in the nearly-bare fridge and grabbed a soda, glaring in the blond's direction.

"You don't care."

"What-? I do so care, you asswagon! Who said I didn't care, or something, heh heh..."

Calmly, Butthead stood back up and walked over to Beavis, who remained draped over the stove. The blond's big blue eyes followed him trustingly.

"Ummm, heh heh. Butthead, what're you doin'?"

Shaking the can he had in his hand, the brunet held it out in front of his companion's face and popped the tab, spewing soda all over his face.

Beavis let out a yell, standing up straight, throwing his hands to his eyes. "Owww! Heh heh, Butthead, that really hurts! Ow!" His mischievous smile had shaped itself into a frown as he lifted the bottom of his shirt up to wipe the pop off of his freckled face.

"Huh huh huh huh, then learn to shut up, dillweed!" Butthead sneered as he left Beavis to tend to himself and sat on the couch, reaching for the remote to change the channel. Deciding it was too dangerous to his eyesight to try and go and sit next to him, B sprawled his short legs in the doorway, resting his head against the frame.

"Come on. Why won't you tell me, heh heh?"

"'Cause it's none of your business, that's why."

"What if I guess? Would you tell me then?" Beavis sounded tired, his eyes bloodshot from the Coke that Butthead had so politely shot in his face. His expression looked exhausted. He honestly did want to know what his friend got so red-faced about earlier. Usually, if that ever happened, he was either choking on something or laughing really, really hard, and B was positive it was neither.

"If I say yes, will you get out of my ass?" Butthead crossed his arms and ran his tongue across his braces aggravatedly. Beavis lit up and went to say something, but he was cut off when Butthead added, "You'll never guess it, so I'm just gonna watch Pamela Anderson run around in a wet t-shirt without you, huh huh huh!"

That was a challenge Beavis was gonna win.

"Did it, um... have to do with chicks?"

Butthead made a weird face. "No."

Beavis stared at his friend for a couple seconds before scrunching his eyebrows and biting his lip in thought, reading his face. He finally let out a grunt and a smile spread across his face again.

"Yes it does."

"Dammit, Beavis, no it doesn't!"

"Well, heh heh, ummm... let's see then," Beavis brought his finger and held it to his chin, looking at the ceiling, "We were just walking down the hallway on our way to Van Driessen's. Heh heh m heh, and I saw a spider, heh heh heh heh heh, so I stepped on that son of a bitch, and when I looked up you were acting like a wussy and shoved your own damn face into a locker."

Butthead shrunk his shoulders and crossed his arms in a pout again. "I did not." His voice was small.

Beavis nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, you did," he began to remember again, and stood up, "It was right after... wait, heh heh, I think you said hi to somebody. Or they said hi to you. Who did you see? Does it have to do with them?"

Butthead wordlessly changed the channel to MTV. He completely ignored the blond, who finally had the bravery to finally go and sit next to him. He shook excitedly, growing anxious at the fact that he almost found out what the deal was.

"It does! It does! It-"

In response, Butthead smacked him across the face several times, leaving B a bit dizzy for a couple seconds. The skinner of the two boys leant against the arm of the couch, bringing a hand to his cheek.

"It... it does." He swallowed, thinking again, choosing to ignore what had just happened. "Well. Heh heh, not very many people talk to you, Butthead, I- I'm just saying."

Butthead threw a hand up, shaking his head with wide eyes. "Thanks for pointing it out, Beavis."

"So that means somebody talked to you and made you all red and stuff. The only people that talk to you are Martin, Earl, Cassandra, and Daria."

Butthead tensed up very quickly, sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. He ran his tongue over his braces hurriedly, looking out the window as a cover. As fast as his muscles tightened they loosened again and he was fine.

Except Beavis was extra focused tonight and he absolutely caught it all.

"Was it Daria?"

"No!"

"Yes it was Butthead! Yes it was!" Growing angry, Beavis balled his fists and began to shake, letting out a growling noise. "Dammit Butthead, you need to quit trying to lie to me! I've got you all figured out, and you still sit there and act like I can't see through you, but I do, and, and-!"

Butthead let out a groan of defeat and roughly set his cheek on his fist, his elbow resting on his thigh. "Fine! It had to do with Daria! Whatever, it doesn't matter!"

Beavis let out what could only be described as a squeal and kicked his legs childishly. "Really?" he squeaked, bringing his fists up to his mouth, "Heh heh heh, Butthead, do you like, like-like her?"

Butthead crossed his arms again, as well as crossed his right leg over his left. He gazed at the blond out of the corner of his eye. Quietly, he shrugged, "I dunno."

Beavis leant forward curiously. Butthead was surprised he wasn't being made fun of at the moment, because he knew damn well if the roles were reversed, Beavis would've been laughed at hardcore.

"What'd'ya mean, "you dunno"? Heh heh, you either like her or you don't, buttwipe, it's not that hard."

"Well- I mean-" Butthead started, uncrossing everything and using his hands to talk (which he did on occasion), "I dunno if it's "that way" 'cause you know how usually, if I see a girl, I'll want to..." He paused, leaving the two to their usual "huh huh huh" and "heh heh heh"-ing that typically ensued. "Huh huh, uhhh... uh." He tried to regather what he had been talking about, having lost his train of thought in the middle of his laughing. "Uh, oh yeah. But like, I don't really want that from her and stuff. I just." He shrugged again, looking over at Beavis, who was watching quietly, listening interestedly. "I dunno. I don't even know if it's what it is. Maybe I'm just kinda like, "Hey, huh huh, this chick is pretty cool. We could probably be good friends", or something." He slumped frustratedly.

Beavis rubbed the bridge of his speckled nose, thinking. "Hm. Heh heh m heh, do you think of me that way?"

Butthead's neck practically snapped itself when he looked up at his friend. "Uhhh, no."

Beavis stared with an awkward smile and an unreadable expression (hint: it was masked hurt) for a couple seconds. "Okay." was all he said for a minute, before adding, "Then it must mean that you like-like her."

"Uhhhhh," Butthead moaned disappointedly, not really wanting to immerse himself into usual teenage-lovey-dovey-wussy crap that they sometimes stumbled across while channel surfing. Sure, the weird hole he had in his chest suggested otherwise, but he wouldn't let himself - a (wannabe) hardass - completely melt for some girl that probably was far from even "like-like"-ing him in the slightest. No way. Nuh-uh.

...maybe.

Beavis idly ran his fingers through his golden pompadour. He tilted his head again. "Heh heh, so like, why don'cha ask her out or something?"

Butthead's eyes popped and he made a face at the blond, who quickly frowned in confusion as to what was so strange about his suggestion. "What- no! I don't know how! If I was gonna do that, I would want to do it in a special way; all I know how to do is point out a chick's butt. I have no idea how to ask out a girl." Deciding that Baywatch was always on some other time, he turned the TV off and blew out a sigh in the newly-found quiet. "Besides... what if she says no?"

"Couldn't hurt to ask, right?"

"Uhhh, yeah, it could."

Beavis was beginning to squirm with the need to be focused on something. Sure, he was having a conversation, but the TV was off and he had never had such a deep conversation with someone before maybe other than Butthead's mom and he wasn't used to being so quiet. He pacified this need to get up and run in circles by bowing his back across his arm of the couch again, his shirt riding up so his bellybutton was showing. "What if you called your mama and asked her what to do?"

"No, Beavis; I'm sure as hell not gonna do that."

"Well, that makes me upset that you ain't gonna at least try to ask her on a date. Heh heh, like, I think I have a good idea of what you can do, but we might have to fix you up a little bit."

Butthead squinted and looked at B strangely. "You? Know how to ask a girl out?"

"Heh heh m heh, yeah! Like, you usually fall asleep around 2 in the morning, and chick flicks sometimes come on Lifetime." He made his voice small, admitting, "I watch 'em sometimes when there's nothing else on. But yeah, heh heh, thanks to seein' a couple 'a those, I kinda know what chicks like and stuff." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the brunet, giving him a toothy half-grin. "I would help you, but I guess you're too much of a wussy to even ask a chick out. It's Daria, for cripes sake."

"Yeah- you say that like the fact that it's Daria isn't even the real problem. I'm gonna go to her and she's gonna insult me in like five different levels of sarcasm and leave me there feeling like an ass." He pouted for like the fiftieth time that day, but his face softened as he glanced back up from burning a hole through his thighs with his eyes. "Would you really help me, Beavis?"

"Yeah. 'Cause I'm a good friend." He laughed, starting to talk to himself. "Heh heh heh, I'm a good friend. Heh heh, no friend's better than me."

Butthead stuck his tongue in his cheek and shrugged and nodded in agreement. Fair enough. "Well. I guess, I guess I can say..." The words caught on his tongue and he choked. Beavis leant in, beginning to grunt again.

"Come on, Butthead, heh heh, I know you can do it."

"...uhhhhh, thank you, I guess."

A wide smile quickly spread across the blond's face and he jumped up with such awareness that it made Butthead flinch. "Now, out of spirit of what happens in the movies and stuff, heh heh, you're gonna ask her out today." Butthead froze, which led B to add, "Y'know, before you chicken out of it."

"Today...?" Butthead repeated in fear. Ah, but what was he doing!- he was letting stuff get to him and he wasn't appearing all cool like he usually did! (Yeah, right.) He let out another breath to calm himself down and told himself it honestly wasn't even that big of a deal because he was hardcore and only wanted to bone chicks, not take them out on dates and buy them shit and stuff. This was just a test to prove how super manly he was and how no woman could possibly ever change him, not even if she was actually really smart and had the patience of a Saint and had a pretty good sense of humor. A weird tremor suddenly echoed throughout his body that he didn't like at all. What in the ever-loving fuck was that? Whatever the hell was happening to him was really uncomfortable and he hoped that whatever Beavis planned on doing was gonna stop that as soon as he possibly could've.

"Butthead?" Beavis waved his hand in front of the other's face, bringing him back to reality.

"Huh...? What?" Butthead blinked, rubbing his one eye. Had B been talking that whole time?

"Dammit, Butthead, listen to me when I talk, or something. Yeah. Heh heh m heh, um, heh. I said, are you ready? 'Cause if we wanna get there before she gets in bed, we gotta start like, now."

Butthead nodded. "Oh. Oh yeah." He stood up, cracking one of his shoulders. "So, uhhh... huh huh, like, what is it that you're gonna do?"

Beavis was already in the doorframe to the kitchen, and he turned around with the biggest grin on his face and grunted, "Heh heh, come with me and you'll see."