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Wybie pulled to a stop as they reached the Pink Palace apartment. "Here we are Jons- I mean, Coraline." Wybie used to always call Coraline by her last name, until he figured out that was one of reasons she hadn't like him at fist. Now he just called her that behind her back.

"Well, good to be back, huh?" Wybie smiled.

Coraline frowned. "I don't want to see Mom just yet. Why don't we hang out at Miss Spink and Miss Forcible's for awhile?"

Wybie raised an eyebrow. "You're that upset?" he asked.

Coraline hopped off the bike and motioned for him to follow. "Mom deserves to squirm a bit. Let's see what the ding bats are up to."

Wybie personally didn't think Coraline was being very fair to her parents. It was a simple mistake after all….at least she had parents.. Wybie's had died in a car crash when he was two. His gramma adopted him and he loved her dearly, but it always hurt knowing he had no real parents to love him.

He really couldn't remember anything from his past, except his father's voice and eyes. His voice had been smooth and soft like velvet. It seemed to be full of mystery and wisdom. And as for his eyes, they had been icy blue that they practically pierced your heart. Wybie would kill to have the life Coraline had.

Pushing his personal feelings aside, he followed his friend towards the actresses' underground home.

"Meow," came a howling noise.

Coraline and Wybie turned their heads to find Cat, their little mascot.

"Hey Cat!" Coraline smiled as she picked him up. "You want to come with us? You know Miss Spink and Forcible have a lot of dogs in there, right?"

Cat turned his head up, signifying his bravery.

Wybie laughed. "Hehe, fine, if it doesn't bother you, be our guest!" Cat smiled fondly at the boy.

The three friends walked down the stairs to the basement door. Coraline knocked on the door while Wybie looked down at the mat.

"'No Whistling?' Huh?" Wybie asked himself. Cat just rolled his eyes.

Thay jumped back as a herd of scottish dogs came barking at the front door, causing Cat to hiss at them. "You're not backing down now, are you?" Wybie teased. It might have been Coraline's imagination, but she could've swore she saw Cat stick his tounge out at the boy.

"I'm coming!" called a husky voice. Soon, an African-American woman with red hair and a walker opened to the door. "Ah Caroline! A pleasure to see you." Her huge eyes turned to Wybie. "Oh? And who is this?"

Coraline turned to her friend. "Your grandmother owns the Pink Palace, but you haven't met who lives in them?" Just how lonely was this kid?

Wybie wrung his hand nervously and said, "M-My gramma really doesn't like me hanging out with adults….she's afraid they'll kidnap me."

Coraline and Cat exchanged a look, thEn looked back at their friend.

Wybie sighed and whispered in her ear, "Coraline I'm lonely, not desperate."

Coraline nodded and then turned to Miss Spink. "This is Wybie Lovatt and my cat, can we come in?"

Miss Spink gave a soft smile. "But of course! Miriam and I simply adore the company of children!" She scuttled back allowing the children passage. "Miriam! Caroline is here and she's brought an adorable little curly boy!"

Coraline rolled her eyes as she and Wybie took a seat on the couch. Wybie playfully nudged Coraline. "Haha, she thinks I'm cute, and you?" Coraline playfully punched him in the shoulder.

They shuddered in unison as a tall, blonde, over-breasted woman entered the living room. "Ah Caroline!" She trotted over to the children. "Oh, and what a precious little mole!" She patted Wybie on his curly head.

Coraline covered her mouth to hold back her laughter. "Believe it or not Miss Forcible, he's human!"

Miss Forcible took out her spectacles and examined the boy. "Do my eyes deceive me? Am I in the presence of Tom Jones?"

Coraline was taken aback. "It's your eyes Miss Forcible, Wybie looks nothing like Tom Jones!" She looked over at her friend. "Maybe a miniature, hunch back version of Corbin Bleu…" She could hear Cat snicker.

Wybie rolled his and turned to Miss Forcible. "My name is Wybie Lovatt. I'm the grandson of the owner of the Pink Palace."

"Oh horse feathers!" Miss Spink called from the kitchen, grabbing some tea. "We'll pay the rent soon enough! But seriously, sending your grandson to do your dirty work, that is disgraceful!" She trotted her way into the living room and set down the tea. "Would like some tea, dear?"

Miss Forcible rolled her eyes. "Ah yes April, it's disgraceful to send the child, in yet you suck up anyway!"

Miss Spink glared at her. "I was trying to be polite!"

Wybie and Coraline took a glass with a quiet 'thanks'.

"Actually," Wybie said, as he tried to keep the tea away from Cat, "I'm here just to hang with Coraline."

The two actresses' exchanged a look. "Oh?" They said in unison. They waddled after to the boy and looked him over, and before Wybie knew what was happening, they were poking at him.

"He has a nice jaw."

"Nice amount of hair."

"We need to do something about that slouch though…"

"All in good time Miriam."

Wybie squirmed out of their grasp. "What are you talking about? Why would I need to look good just to hang out with Jonse- I mean Coraline?" Coraline and Cat wanted to know that too.

Miss Spink and Miss Forcible exchanged whispers. That Miss Spink straightened. "We've decided! We'll help you with the ceremony!"

"Ceremony?" Wybie exchanged a look with his friend who just shrugged.

Miss Forcible struck a dramatic pose. "Well, someone has to help you two once you're betrothed, and who better than two beautiful actresses?"

Coraline did a classic spit-take all over Cat , who howled at in pain. "Sorry," she whispered.

Wybie began to stammer. "B-B-Bet-tro-othed?"

Coraline wiped the tea from her lips. "You mean married?!?!"

Miss Spink laughed. "But of course! Just look at you two! Blue and Curly! That could be the ceremony theme!"

Coraline and Wybie exchanged a look. "We're eleven!!" They said in unison.

Miss Spink shook her head. "Well of course not right now! Obviously, we're only at the courting stage. But when the day comes…Oh, you'll have the cutest little poppets!"

Coraline faced he pale Wybie. "Poppets?"

Wybie looked at her with one eye. "Kids."

Coraline looked like she was going to faint. "We're just friends! I'm not even allowed to date un til I'm sixteen!"

Miss Forcible fluffed her wig. "And if you were sixteen now, would you two be in courtship?"

"No!" Coraline shouted. She didn't even notice Wybie hadn't answered. Coraline stood up and said, "Thank you so much for the tea Miss Spink and Forcible, but we need to get going."

Wybie picked up Cat and quickly followed Coraline out.

"I know they'll end up in courtship!" Miss Spink told her friend.

"How do you know?"

"Because we both agree on it. How often does that happen? It must be fate."


"Coraline, I told you to call me if anything ever happens to you!" Mel complained, after Coraline presented herself to her mother.

"Well, I was angry! How could you just forget me like that?" Coraline whined.

Mel rubbed her temples. "Coraline, you know I have a lot of work to do. They want another gardern catelog by next month, and…look, I'm sorry. Um Wybie, thanks for giving her a ride."

Wybie looked up from his pudding cup and gave a nod.

Coraline stared at her mother. "Y'know Mom, some boy started pestering me when I tried to walk home. If Wybie hadn't shown up, who knows what would've happened.." She enjoyed seeing her mom's guilt.

"Well Coraline, you really should have called your mother like we agreed, it doesn't matter how upset you were." Charlie stated.

Coraline crossed her arms and pouted. "Well one of you should've picked me up! It seems all of us made mistakes toady!" She dipped her finger in Wybie's pudding cup and licked it. "By the way, I have detention tomorrow."

Mel's mouth dropped. "What? Coraaline Jones, that's the third time this month!"

"Wadja do?" Wybie asked. He winced at Mel's glare. "…..So I can scold you about it when your parents take you shopping today?"

Coraline slapped her forehead. "That was today? Mom, why do I have to shop for clothes? Everyday I wear the same stupid, old uniform!"

Mel rubbed massaged her eyes. "Coraline, don't say 'stupid', and you still need clothes for the weekend."

Coraline rolled her eyes. "Why? I don't need to get dressed up just to hang with Wybie!"

"Especially since we're not getting married!" Wybie blurted out, panicking.

Coraline scowled at him as Charlie cleared his throat. "Well, I didn't know that was on the table."

"Because it's not!" Coraline wailed.

Mel raised a hand. "Coraline enough of this, get in the car. Now."

Coraline sighed. "Fine! But Wybourn's going with us!"

Wybie swallowed his pudding. "Aw! Why?!" he whined.

Coraline frowned at him. "Because you reminded her, Why-Where-You-Born!"

Wybie was about to protest, but Mel interrputed and said, "Yes please, would you come, Wybie? We all know how well behaved Coraline is when she's around you."

Wybie and Coraline exchanged a look and burst out laughing.


Coraline and Wybie sat in the back seat of the car, while Mel rambled on about Coraline's taste in clothes.

"Coraline, you really ought to start wearing something other than jeans. How about a pretty dress like all the other girls are wearing?"

Coraline rolled her eyes. "Gee Mom, I thought you didn't want me to give into peer pressure?" Wybie had to hold back a laugh.

Mel rollsighed. "I'm not telling you to start drugs, I'm just asking you to wear something decent is all."

Coraline pointed to Wybie. "If 'Tom Jones' over there can wear a skull mask, I think I can wear jeans!"

Charlie chuckled. "'Tom Jones?' Really? Wybourn looks nothing like Tom Jones!"

Mel sighed. "Well Coraline, we're your parents, not Wybie's."

Wybie couldn't help but droop a little there.

"Where are your parents anyway, sport?" Charlie asked.

Coraline smacked her forehead, as Wybie wrung his hands together. "I-I'm an orphan."

All was silent until Charlie gave a soft, "Ow!" He turned to his wife. "What was that for?"

"Couldn't you tell he was an orphan?" Mel whispered.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"He lives with his grandmother, for Pete's sake!"

"I-It's O.K Mrs. Jones. I'm over it," he lied.


They soon reached their destination and walked into the store. There were people everywhere searching for dreary, boring clothes.

"Yeah Mom, why stick with my grey uniform? There's also brown, black, and white!" Coraline said, sarcastically.

Mell sighed. "Just pick something."

Coraline groaned. "Fine. C'mon Wybourn." She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards a rack. Wybie could feel his heart beat fast.

Coraline began searching through some brown pants. "I cannot believe they're making me pick such bland clothes! I wish they had a 'Hot Topic' here."

Wybie shrugged and helped her look. "What size are you?"

Coraline completely vanished behind the curtain of clothes. "I don't know, what do you think?"

Wybie began to sweat. "Uuuuhhh..p-pant size or-or shirt?"

"I don't know, either," her voice came from the curtain.

Wybie didn't feel comfortable trying to guess his best-or rather his only- friend's size. "Um, I-I guess you're a size two…"

"How do you figure that?"

Wybie wrung his hands. Was she doing this to him on purpose? Asking him to guess what size she was just sounded…wrong! "Um…"

"Eureka! Check this out!" She stepped out of the clothes and held up a brown skirt. "Check this out!'

Wybie tilted his head in an odd angle (a bad habit of his). "Um…It's a…skirt? Isn't that kinda not your taste?"

Coraline gave him a sly smile. "It's not for me." She then held the clothing up to Wybie's legs. "Yep, this skirt would look nice on you!"

Wybie frowned and pushed the skirt back. "No thanks, Jonesy." That earned him a punch in the arm.

Coraline stepped behind the clothes again and looked around. "So, what did you get detention for?" Wybie asked.

Coraline shrugged. "I just mouthed off to a teacher, no biggie."

Wybie rolled his eyes. "You just can't keep your mouth shut, can ya?"

"You know I don't take orders from the man!"

Wybie chuckled to himself. "But you know every time you get detention, I wind up lonely!"

"You have Cat!"

"Yeah, but Cat can't talk!" He heard Coraline giggle a bit. "Seriously Coraline, if you keep this up, I'll die of loneliness! And for that, I won't include you in my will!"

"What were you going to give me, your bike?" Coraline called. "You need to be more like me. A loner. I don't need anybody!"

Wybie's heart sank. "Anybody?" he repeated.

"Anybody."

Wybie sighed. So she doesn't need me, huh? Then why DOES she hang out with me?

Coraline stepped away from the clothes again. "Ugh MOM! Can't you just pick while Wybie and I just wait outside?"

Mel sighed. "Coraline…"

"Mom, news flash: I don't care about these boring clothes! They all look the same to me! Can't Wybie and I get some candy from across the street?"

Mel rubbed her eyes. "Fine. Get some candy and come right back, and I don't want to hear a single complaint when you do!"

Coraline nodded. "Thanks Mom!" She received some money from her and the two friends left the store.


"Jonsey, if all you're going to eat your whole life is Milky Duds, then you're going to get one serious cavity." Wybie said as he popped a red M&M in his mouth.

Coraline leaned against the clothing store and chewed on a Milky Dud. "I will not! I brush my teeth!"

Wybie smirked. "Careful, you don't want to end up like me, do ya?" He smiled his brace face smile.

Coraline covered her mouth and shook her head. "That's the meanest thing you've ever said to me!" She than gave him a punch on his arm.

Wybie stuck his tongue out. "That's what I get for trying to share my Wybie Wisdom!"

Coraline giggled and pointed at his tongue. "Haha, your tongue is red!"

Wybie closed his mouth. "You're so immature!"

Coraline pulled back her fist to punch him, but Wybie caught her hand. He was silent as he realized he was holding her hand…and it was soft. Slowly, Coraline uncurled her fist and clasped his hand gently. She could feel her face turn red.

"Hey, Am I interrupting something?" A voice called.

The two kids turned their heads to see Steve walk up to them. "Well, something wicked this way comes," Coraline whispered.

Steve laughed and looked them over. "Well, who would have thunk it? Caroline's dating the hunchback with a dog named Slugzilla!"

Coraline quickly removed her hand. "We're not dating!"

Wybie scowled. "Yeah! And Slugzilla is a slug! Duh!"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Man, you are a nerd."

"Shut up, loser!" Coraline scowled.

Steve glared at her and gave her a push. "You better watch it, blue head! I haven't forgiven your little attitude towards me!"

Coraline winced as she fell on the concrete, scattering her Milky Duds. Wybie stared down at her crippled form and felt rage slowly overcome him. With a roar, he lunged at the tall boy.

"Get off me, you mole!" He grabbed Wybie by his curly hair and pressed him against the wall. "Not so tough now are you?" Wybie struggled in the bigger boy's grip.

"Let him go, jerk!" Coraline shouted and began pounding on the boy's back. Steve merly growled and kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying.

"Stop hurting her!" Wybie shouted. Steve gave the poor boy's hair a yank, making him groan in pain.

"You put him down!" A woman's voice shouted.

Steve turned his head to see Mel and Charlie at the doorway to the store. "You put him down before we call the police!"

Steve gave then a weird look. "I'm only fourteen!"

Charlie crossed his arms. "Well, let's see how popular you are when it gets around you got grounded by your parents!"

Coraline sat up and rubbed her head. "Yeah, how do you like them apples?"

Steve growled and let go of Wybie's hair. "You're so weak, your mom had to defend you?"

Wybie rubbed his head and glared at the bully. "She's not mom."

Steve let out a chuckle. "What? You're an orphan? Your parents ditch you or something?"

"GO AWAY!!" Coraline screamed. Steve laughed and walked away.

Mel stormed over to Coraline. "Are you out of your mind? I told you to come straight back! Can't you listen just once?"

But Coraline wasn't listening to her mother. Wybie hadn't gotten off the ground. "Wybie? Are you all right?"

Wybie got up and rubbed his arm. "Coraline…I need to go home."

Coraline put her hand on his shoulder. "Wybie, don't let what Steve said get to you."

Wybie shrugged her hand off. "I just need to go."

Mel understood what was going on and gave a sad smile. "Well, get in the car and we can-"

"If it's all right with you Mrs. Jones, I want to be alone." Coraline watched sadly as her friend walked slowly away.

Aw Wybie…


I think this is the longest chapter I've ever wrote! Don't ya just want to hug Wybie? I'll update soon!