Well, a lot of people wanted a prequel, so here ya go.

"Is this even a good idea?" Wybie's eyes flitted around the room, expecting Coraline's parents to walk in about now.

"You're the one who's supposed to be the Bad-ass, so why are you even asking that?" Unfortunately, it was true. The black leather jacket, the Harley Davidson –which technically he shouldn't even be driving-, the utter lack of interest in school, how he was oddly quiet during those horrid eight hours; he screamed Brooding Bad-ass. Well, to the one's that didn't know him, mainly girls.

"You two are lazy." Coraline commented idly, leaning on the doorframe.

"We're the lazy ones?! We just dragged up two giant speakers up two flights of stairs, while you just stood there!" Tim snapped at her.

"Well you said I'd just mess things up!" Coraline snapped back.

"Because you always do!" Tim jumped up. I'm not sure how that proves his point.

"For the last time, the thing with the lasagna was not my fault!" Coraline stomped her foot. Wybie laughed silently. With these two, he didn't need to talk.

"Yes it was!" Tim responded.

"How the hell was it my fault?!"

"Your firecracker was the only one that went off early, so it's your fault!"

"And you're the one who made the goddamn firecracker, ergo, it's your fault!"

"What the hell does 'ergo' mean?!" Tim shouted.

"It means 'therefore'!" Coraline rolled her eyes.

"What the fuck does that mean!" Tim shrugged.

"See! This is why you're in remedial English!" Coraline waved her hands in his direction. Wybie had a headache now.

"Well, excuse me, Ms. Everything-Honors!"

"Ok, both of you shut up!" Wybie screamed at them, the former couple stared at the normally quiet boy in shock. "Tim, you're an idiot; Coraline, the lasagna might not have been your fault, but you're the one that came up with it. Tim, be nice to Coraline, she may end up your lawyer when you get arrested for arson in five years."

"Why does everyone think I'm gunna get arrested?"

"Do we need to remind why you're not allowed in the house when my parents are around?" Coraline quirked an eyebrow.

"The picture was mocking me, okay! I had to set a match to it!" Tim "explained"

"You did not set a match to it; you set a lighter and hairspray to it." Coraline ground out.

"Technicality." Wybie face-palmed and Coraline rolled her eyes & groaned as Tim walked out of the living room.

Coraline stood there, leaning against the wall. She was slightly worried she'd fall over if she didn't have some kind of support. Damn whoever brought the beer.

Somehow Marissa, a grade-A slut if you asked Coraline, had convinced Wybie to dance. An hour ago. Granted, Wybie was insanely drunk, and if he was sober, he wouldn't even bother insulting her.

She was getting too close. Wybie was too drunk to care. Coraline narrowed her eyes. Hey! You're hand does not belong there, you little skank! Oh, fuck no; she wasn't going to do that! Coraline pushed herself off the hall, making a war path straight to Marissa.

"Stay away from him you little bitch!" Coraline growled, the slur slightly noticeable. Coraline shoved the girl's shoulder, making her spin around and face the blue-haired girl. Without giving her a chance to respond, Coraline socked the entirely-drunk-and-slightly-discombobulated girl right between the eyes. Marissa stumbled before her head met the floor with a solid Thwack!

"And you!" Coraline turned on Wybie, who was coherent enough to be scared. "I dun' wan' you ta talk to anutha girl. I dun' wan' you lookin' at anutha girl. Yer mine, yah wear?!" Coraline poked his chest at the end of every sentence, swaying slightly.

"O-o-kay, C-cor—oraline," how she understood him between the stuttering & slurring, I have no idea.

"Shut up." Coraline fisted his shirt & pulled his lips down to her level. Habit made him slouch, but he was still 6'1" and that dwarfed Coraline's 5'4" self. Wybie's hand went to her hips automatically. Coraline's hand relaxed its grip on his shirt, while the other slid up to the back of his head.

It's short, but I like it. If you feel the same way (or don't), you should let me know. And what's your honest opinion about Tim?