Author's Note: I do not own any characters in Happy Tree Friends. They belong to Mondo Media. This story may have violence or lemons in the later chapter. There are four authors for the several points of view in this story. Also, may contain crude language.

Ok, this is my first attempt at a fanfiction. I've read a ton, and wrote several short original stories, but never fanfiction. Parts of this story are based off of events that have happened in real life. The other parts… well… I don't know where on earth I got them XD. This story is going to be told from the views of Sniffles (written by the author who "owns" this account), Flippy (Written by my best friend), Nutty (Written by my boyfriend), and Flaky (Written by my boyfriend's sister). Ok, now to begin.

The alarm went off on my bedside, causing me to wake with a start. I rolled out of bed grudgingly, upset that it was already time for school. It felt like I had just fallen asleep. I tried to remember the dream I just had. It was blur of images… but I could look down and tell I enjoyed it. Dang it, I thought, Damn Hormones.

I quickly got and changed into my day clothes. A white shirt, blue sweater, and blue jeans. I covered myself with a lab coat. There, good as normal. I started to head downstairs when I heard the front door open. I heard my mom voice.

"Oh, Flippy. Nice to see you. Waiting for Sniffles?"

"Yeah. Is he up yet?"

"I think he's getting changed," Said my mom, "You can wait in the kitchen until he comes down."

"Ok."

Flippy. My best friend since kindergarten. He had been there for me for years. We walked to school together every day. I knew he only saw me as a friend, but recently I've started to feel something more. I don't know when it started; I just kind of accepted these feelings into my life. I had realized that I was not straight, not gay, but both.

I knew I wasn't just gay because for years I've had crushes on various girls and actresses. Crushes which attracted me not just mentally, but physically, if you know what I mean. I still have these feelings, but recently there has been more. I don't know if it's messed up or not, but I think I'm falling in love with my best friend. I started noticing how he cutely scratches his head when nervous (That phrase right there shows it), tiny details like the smell of his cologne that he wears, how his eyes squint when he smiles. That smile. I melt inside when he smiles at me.

I sat in my room, thinking things over. I felt the excitement getting to me, my pants felt tight. I realized I needed to just stop thinking about him. I thought of anything else; my favorite book, my homework, math, anything. Not something most guys have to deal with when thinking about a friend. A few minutes later it subsided. I finally decided to buckle down and head out.

I headed down stairs and entered the kitchen. He was sitting there, dressed as he was every day. A camo jacket and camo pants, with black boots and dog tags. People often called him "army man wannabe" because of it. Of course, people never said that to his face. Those who insult him to his face normally end up hurt. It never pays to insult him. Although, I didn't know if this was just talk, I had never seen him angry at someone.

"Hey Flippy"

Hey Sniffles. I was wondering what took you so long. Your mom was threatening to go up there and get you."

"You weren't waiting here for long, where you?"

"Eh…," he said, "Only fifteen minutes."

I didn't realize I was up there that long. I thought. I didn't mean to make him wait.

"Sorry."

"No, it's ok. Your mom was just telling me some… interesting stories about you as a baby," He said while rolling his eyes.

"You mean the one's she's told you a hundred times before? I'd expect her to have come up with new material."

"Yeah, me too."

I looked up at the clock on the wall. We had a few minutes till we had to leave but I could tell Flippy wanted to go.

"Let's get going. I'm sure you itching to leave. Or would you rather listen to my mom's oh-so-interesting stories more?"

"Let's leave. Now."

I laughed.

"Just let me get my stuff."

I grabbed my stuff, and after saying goodbye to my mom, left for the school bus. As we were walking, I could tell something was bothering Flippy. He seemed nervous. I asked him what the matter was but he just laughed it off, saying it was no big deal. It didn't seem so to me.

"Seriously, Flip, what's the matter?"

He paused for a moment. It seemed like he was thinking things over. He took a deep breath and spoke.

"I've been having weird feelings lately. I've been rather un-sure of who I am, but I realized that I like someone. However, I'm not sure if they like me back."

"Who are they?"

"I'm afraid to say."

"Well," I said, "You should tell them how you feel. That's the only way I can think of to get this off your chest. Tell her that you love her."

He smirked.

"I wish it was that simple."

We walked a few feet. He turned to me.

"Sniffles, who do you like? I honestly have no idea with you."

"Well, um…," I stuttered, "It's kind of weird with me I guess. I'm not sure of who I like. I know that I could possibly go both ways."

"Oh. I see."

Suddenly Flippy was right in front of me, leaning in close. My breath caught. His lips pressed against mine. Time stood still. He broke the kiss, but, I didn't want him to stop.

"Well," He said in a monotone voice, "Catch you later."

He ran off in the direction of the school. I stood there, stunned at what just happened, until the bus arrived. As I got on thoughts flew through my mind. Wait, he likes me? Since when does he like me like that? Does this mean he's gay? Or is he bi like me? I'm so confused. These thoughts carried me all the way to school, and until the bell rang at the end of the day.