A/N: THIS IS A LONG ONE OMG

Hi guys uwu Something-Raptored here with, FINALLY, part 9 of my Fanfic up!

This is where the real fluffy shit happened. I'M SO SORRY I CUT IT OFF WHERE I DID, I JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO CONTINUE IT AND I KNEW I NEEDED TO PLEASE YOU GUYS WITH A NEW CHAPTER SOMETIME SOON

I have a couple references in this fic to things that aren't related to anything - one of 'em's for my friend on Tumblr, Kiwi-Tastic, who adores this fanfiction cx Hope ya spot it and hope ya like it~

ANYWAYS. I am so happy. Why "Saving All My Love For You"? LOL well I was writing the fluffy part randomly and the ending to "Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins" came on, and that song blasted through the speakers. Ever the romantic one, I was like "I CAN APPLY THIS TO SHRIMPSHIPPING SOMEHOW" and here ya go!

I REALLY hope you like it.

Have fun reading, my lovelies! uwu


School the next day had passed by uneventfully, and as the final bell of the day rang the two boys exited in a hurry, wanting to get to Weevil's home as soon as possible. Rex was providing transportation; he had told Weevil they would drive home in ol' King Rex, where a bag of Rex's belongings was sitting in the passenger seat.

"I don't know what we're going to do at my home for that many hours." Weevil had sighed as they walked towards Rex's car. "My home isn't even that interesting, anyways."

"Are you kidding? I always thought you were rich, Weeves. Your house is fine."

Weevil laughed. "Well, compared to your sorry apartment it's a mansion."

"I keep tellin' ya not to diss my apartment." Rex scoffed, shoving Weevil gently. Weevil countered by lightly punching Rex's arm.

"And I'm telling you not a chance, dino-brain!" Weevil stuck his tongue out, turning back to watch as they approached Rex's car. Rex opened the passenger door for Weevil, allowing him to get in.

"You know," Weevil began as he slid in. "You always open the door for me. How come?"

"Because it's shovel-rous."

Weevil shot Rex an odd look. "You mean chivalrous, not shovel. And since when were you chivalrous?"

"You've called me it before." Rex shrugged casually, closing the door to his car. He walked around and got in on the other side. "And don't even tell me you were being sarcastic 'cause I know you weren't."

"I wasn't going to say that." Weevil scoffed, sticking his nose up. Rex chuckled and put the key in the ignition.

Weevil suddenly found himself watching Rex's Serpent Night Dragon, swinging lazily on its lanyard. "Dill-hole and Doll-face got you that card, right?"

"You mean Dylan and Dalton?" Rex couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, they did."

Weevil tilted his head curiously. "Tell me about them."

"Why do you wanna know about them?"

The smaller of the two shrugged as casually as he could. "You made interesting friends in the time you were gone, and I use the term 'interesting' because there's no other way to describe them that wouldn't come across as insulting."

The brunette shot a glare at his spectacled companion. "Then you're lucky you called 'em interesting. They're two childhood friends, and I happened to meet 'em when I went to Blue Ridge."

"Is that your high-school you went to before you came here?"

Rex nodded and backed the car up. "Yes."

"How did you meet them?"

Rex scoffed. "Since when did you ask so many questions, Bug-boy?"

"Weevil." The boy corrected with a grimace. "And since today, now shut up and tell me more about them. Dumb dinosaur."

Rex rolled his eyes, though continued nonetheless. "Well, let's see… I met them my second day at Blue Ridge, sophomore year. I left a can of Coke sitting out on my desk and I caught Dalton tryna steal it." He chuckled softly at the memory, eyes glazed over with nostalgia. "Gave it to him for a quarter."

"That's how you made your first friends while you were away?" Weevil sneered snobbishly. "Gods, no wonder you came here. Oh, you turn right on 1st. No dumbass, right!" He pointed, giving directions to his house. Rex nodded and obeyed his demands, following the route that Weevil led him on.

"Oh hush, you don't know them. They were awesome." He smiled softly at nothing. "They taught me everything I know about being a thief."

"So they were bad influences." Weevil sighed lightheartedly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he chuckled. "That explains so much, yet so little – keep straight."

"If you're gonna say I'm a bad influence on you, save it." Rex smirked, keeping his car on the path to Weevil's house. "Anyways, without their advice and friendship I probably wouldn't be here now."

"What do you mean?"

The brunette shrugged solemnly. "My stepdad was a bitch to deal with then. Ten times worse than he was when he hurt me at my apartment. It got bad, Weevil… I needed their friendship more than anything."

Weevil froze at the sudden seriousness adorning Rex's gruff voice. "Meaning…?"

"Meaning I was thinking of doing damage to myself too, atop my stepdad's damage." Rex bit his lip thoughtfully. "Dalton and Dylan were there for me then. I dunno, they pulled me out of a depression." He shrugged.

"Hm." Weevil gazed at the Serpent Night Dragon again. "So they weren't all bad…"

"Yup." Rex remained silent for a moment before he chuckled to himself. The light ahead of them turned red, and as he stopped the car Rex turned around to reach over his seat, grabbing out a large, empty bottle of Malibu Caribbean Rum. Weevil gasped at the sight, cocking an eyebrow at the bottle. "This was the first thing we ever stole." He purred in satisfaction.

"How in the hell…?"

"Here, I'll tell you." Rex grinned mischievously, placing the white bottle in his lap as he recounted the event pleasantly. "This is one of my favorite memories with these two; be grateful I'm even sharing this with you… now you see, during my sophomore year of high-school…"


Rex had been friends with Dylan and Dalton for about four months in his sophomore year of high-school, and one January evening the two blonde boys had gotten bored, calling up Rex and inviting him to hang with them. Not being one to decline a chance to hang out with the two of the select few people who actually tolerated him enough to consider him a friend, Rex had immediately said yes and rushed over without even asking his stepfather's permission.

Rex had walked into Dylan's apartment excitedly; he had brought a bag of liquor-filled chocolates with him, as he knew they were the boys' favorites and always made sure to snag a bag from his stepfather when he went out to hang with them.

"Hey!" Dylan called as the brunette walked through the door. He tugged at his own green beanie, smiling lazily at the slightly younger male. "Dalton and I were just about to go head out to the grocery store."

"Cool." Rex tossed them the bag of chocolates, Dylan expertly catching the bag as it flew to them. "Brought you some candies."

"Righteous!" Dalton opened the bag without hesitation and reached in, grabbing the first chocolate he could get his hands on. "Thanks, dude. Love these things."

"Wanna join us on our trip to the store?" Dylan gave a naughty smirk. "We were thinkin' of pulling a stunt, we thought you could help us with it."

"Like what?" Rex asked cautiously as he joined the two boys on their shaggy loveseat, sitting on the arm of the couch.

"Gonna go steal a Malibu Rum."

Rex's eyes widened slightly. "What? How? You're gonna get caught!"

"Dylan and I know a trick." The older of the two blonde boys gave a smirk, running his fingers through his hair. He stopped when he reached where his hair bunched into a low-hanging ponytail and gave it a tug, tightening it. "Yanno how they always have that dumb magnetic lock on 'em?"

Rex nodded. "Yeah."

"Alright." Dylan jumped in, smirk widening. "This is what we're gonna do, Rex…"

The three entered their local grocery store, each one with a specific task. Dalton rushed ahead to his designated aisle, giving the boys a thumbs-up as he ran. Dylan gave a thumbs-up back, walking with Rex to the checkout stands.

"Let's pick out a sorry-enough-looking guy to trick." Dylan whispered to Rex, earning a nod from the younger boy. He looked for a moment before pointing to a particularly oblivious-looking teenage boy, who couldn't have been older than 19. He was chewing gum in his empty register, flipping through pages of a comic book. "He looks good. Now remember, send me a text when you have the bottle, and I'll do my end of the bargain."

Rex looked up at the checkout stand number of the employee – 7, he made a mental note to himself. "Okay. I will. What's Dalton doing, again?"

Dylan gave a naughty smirk and a chuckle. "Knocking everything in aisle 9 over to a pulp. Do you remember the plan?"

Rex nodded, keeping his voice low. "I go and grab a bottle of Malibu while you tell the employee that there's trouble in aisle 9. You take him to where Dalton's causing a mess and I run to the checkout stand and press the lock on the bottle to the security lock on the register stand."

"Perfect." Dylan gave a thumbs-up as show of his approval. "Remember to be quick; Dalton and I won't take too long. Don't get caught, and hide the bottle in your hoodie after you unlock the sensor on it."

"On it. See ya when I'm done, Dylan." Rex nodded and rushed to where he remembered the alcohol aisle to be. His footsteps were light, his mind focused on only his task and how he would complete it. There was a rush of hesitation and doubt riddling at his mind, though he knew that now was not a time to worry about whether or not what he was doing was morally right or ethical. He licked at his chapped lips and made haste, finding the designated section for alcohol. He rushed quickly down the aisle, keeping his head low. The hood to his hoodie covered where his lavender bangs would usually be seen, and he peeked out from under the hood to find the label of Malibu Rum. His eyes met with the white bottles and he smirked, quickening his pace. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened it, typing furiously to his friend.

Got a bottle. The text said.

The brunette grabbed a bottle and slipped it into his front pocket on his hoodie, walking slowly towards the checkout section. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he reached to grab it.

Got the employee distracted. The text read. Leaving the area now. Hurry!

Rex made haste, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He turned down the aisle and rushed to checkout stand 7, pleased to find it empty. He walked into the small area the employees stood when they worked and looked around frantically, eyes scanning over the area trying to find the security lock.

Shit. The young boy thought bitterly, movements growing panicked as he failed to find the security lock. His eyes finally met with it and his heartbeat slowed in relaxation, and he pressed the white lock on the bottle to the magnetic sensor. The lock clicked in opening and Rex slid it off, hiding the bottle back in his hoodie pocket. He rushed away from the scene as quickly as he could, keeping his head low as his gaze met the floor. He could only hope that no one had keened into his actions, and if they had he hoped they would not follow him or become too suspicious; Dalton and Dylan had to have been done with their parts by now and were probably out front.

Rex exited the store, half-expecting the main theft scanners to screech at his shoplifting. His nerves were calmed more so when they failed to make a sound, and he slowed his pace as he walked through the entrance, reaching for his cell phone.

Got out safe rum with me. He pounded onto the keys. Where are you?

Guys bitching 2 Dalton about store damage. Dylan's reply came. B out in a sec.

Rex hopped in place nervously as time passed, his mind skipping between walking further away from the scene and going in to see Dylan and Dalton. Finally, the two blonde boys exited the store, meeting up with them.

"Did you get it?" Dalton asked with a lazy smile.

Rex nodded and pulled the edge of the bottle out, the smallest bit of white from the bottle flashing from his hoodie pocket in response. The two boys nodded in approval and silently they walked back to Dylan's apartment, talking excitedly over the rush of thrill they got from their parts and how smoothly that had all gone.


Rex chuckled as he ended his story, smiling nostalgically as he rubbed the white bottle. "And that's all there really is to tell ya. Not much to add."

Weevil shook his head, though was obviously impressed by their plan and how smoothly it had been executed. "You're unbelievable. Stealing rum like that."

Rex chuckled again. "I know. But you gotta admit it was pretty damn cool."

"I guess I'm surprised to hear something so… clever come from you, dino-brain." Weevil admitted. "Though I disapprove of thievery – turn right at the next light."

"Oh bullshit, as if you're perfect." Rex laughed. "Who was the one who cheated all those cards out of little kids when we were on top of our game? You were."

"Like I said, you were a bad influence." Weevil chuckled, throwing his hands up in a gesture of feigned surprise. "It must have been your bad-boy ways that corrupted me so. You're like a little parasite, corrupting and controlling my actions."

Rex burst out laughing again. "I must have been one hell of a parasite then! 'Yeah, we'll give you our autograph; just give us your rarest card in return!'"

Weevil laughed as well. "Hey, it was a great deal! That little brat didn't know how easy he had it! Oh, you make a left here."

Rex nodded subconsciously and turned at the designated road, smile plastered on his face. "Are we almost there?"

Weevil made a small, crisp 'mhmm' of response. "Yeah. Make a left here and you'll be on my street."

Rex turned down the road and looked around, recognizing the area almost immediately. "Did we take the back way to get here or something?"

"Yeah. When you took me home at 3 a.m. you went the other way that takes you here." Weevil cast his gaze down to Rex's belongings, frowning. "There better not be anything illegal in there."

"Me? Carrying something illegal with me?" Rex scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous, Weeves. I know how anal you can get about me and my questionable side."

"And I have every right to be anal." Weevil stuck his nose up in the air. "Out of all the people I could be friends with, I'm friends with the boy who's partaken in drinking alcohol and probably a lot of other stuff I don't want to know about."

Rex chuckled as he parked the car in front of Weevil's house. He reached over and rustled his fingers through Weevil's bowl-cut, earning a small growl of irritation from the smaller boy. "I may have been friends with the stoner group but that doesn't mean I was one of 'em." He responded simply, grabbing his bag as he opened the door of his Pickup. "C'mon, let's go!"

Weevil hopped out of the car as well, walking ahead of Rex. He dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out his house keys. "Now, before we go in, there are rules, Raptor."

Rex paused at Weevil's doorstep. "Like what…?"

"One – what I say goes. Two – no funny business; please don't ruin any of my stuff or trash the place for your own amusement. Three – don't raid my fridge, my parents will freak if they come home and the fridge has been destroyed because you couldn't control your hunger. Four – if I say no, that means no under any circumstance."

Rex rolled his eyes, half tuning out Weevil's banter as he chewed habitually at his nails. "Mkay…?"

"Five – please try to get some sleep. I'm a fine sleeper but I don't need you on a midnight patrol around my house because you got bored. Six – make me late for school and I swear to the gods—"

"I get it, can we go in now?" Rex cut the smaller boy off. "Shit, you're gonna give me so many damn rules that it'll be dark before I even step foot in your house. Am I allowed in or not?"

His tone was not nearly as stern as he would have liked it, and Weevil laughed in response. "My home is yours for the night, dino-breath." He gestured as he unlocked the door. Rex walked in and took off his shoes, looking around the place.

"It's nice." He stated simply, eyeing the white interior. Dark brown leather couches lie to the right, an Argyle rug underneath a black coffee table. The kitchen was a room of its own, cut off by walls that left a small square place for entrance. To the left of the door, plush carpets lead upstairs, where a small balcony overlooked the area. "Really puttin' on the ritz type… fits you, Bug-boy."

"I do like my home." Weevil responded pleasantly as he entered, taking off his shoes as well. "And my name is Weevil!"

"I don't think I've ever actually been inside here before..."

Weevil nodded and shrugged. "I don't believe you have either. Would you like to take a tour of the place?"

"Tour? Pfft, you're too formal for your own good. Sure, lead the way!"

Weevil took off his coat and hung it on a coat rack, gesturing to the living room. "Seating room, kitchen's to the north of it." He pointed up the stairs. "Parents' room, bathroom, guest room, and my room are up there. On no account – I repeat, no account – are you allowed in my parents' bedroom. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Rex purred slickly as he followed Weevil up the stairs. They turned and walked down a small walkway, Rex looking over the balcony at the floor below. Weevil pointed to the doors as they passed them, naming what they were for. "Bathroom, parents' room, guest room…" He finally pointed to the room at the end of the hall, the largest one upstairs. "And this is my room."

Rex averted his gaze to the room, mouth opening slightly in shock; bay windows opened up the entire area to a soft glow of light, a small desk lined up to the left wall. An ant farm was seated on the desk, the walls around covered in small cases; small insects of many different species and sizes were on display inside. A bed with soft faux fur sheets sat against the wall the door was part of, and a dresser lined up with the other unoccupied wall.

"It's nice."

"I know."

Rex walked in cautiously. "Figures you'd have bugs everywhere in your room. Gods, that's actually almost creepy. They're everywhere."

"They're some of my most prized collections; when I said no funny business I meant it. Don't you even think about messing with their display cases, Raptor, or you'll regret it."

"Relax, relax. I don't want to touch your icky bugs anyways."

Weevil relaxed and nodded in approval. "Good. So what do you want to do?"

Rex shrugged, sitting down on the edge of Weevil's bed. He subconsciously stroked at the faux fur sheets as he gazed around the room. "I dunno. I'm not picky when it comes to doing stuff. What's there even to do, anyways?"

Weevil shrugged, coming to join him on the bed. "I didn't invite you to sit on my bed."

"Oh, my apologies sir." Rex replied, sarcastic humbleness tingeing his voice. "Might I ask permission to sit on the edge of your bed?"

"Oh hush, I haven't kicked you off just yet." Weevil scoffed, lightly slugging Rex in the arm. "But for future reference it'd be nice."

"I'll keep that in mind then." Rex gave a lazy smile before switching topic. "Hey, that reminds me! You said you played F.E.A.R; got a gaming system in your house? Maybe we could play a game for awhile."

Weevil nodded. "Yes, I have an Xbox 360 and a GameCube."

Rex's eyes lit up and he gasped. "You have a GameCube? Aww, I remember those! My dad had one!"

"You wanna play it?" Weevil asked as he got up. Rex nodded excitedly. "It's down in the basement. C'mon!"

Weevil led Rex down to the basement of his house, which was located in a separate stairwell next to the one that led the boys upstairs. An indigo GameCube was hooked up to a flat-screen television, sitting there vacant. The boys sat on a white loveseat, Weevil going over to a case full of games compatible with the console.

"Let's see…" he rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. "I have a bunch of Mario games, Kirby… ah, Spyro—"

"Spyro?" Rex perked up at the mention of the small purple dragon, cutting off the muttering bug duelist. "What game in the series?"

"A New Beginning."

The purple-banged boy laughed. "I had that game when I was a kid! That's the one with where the final boss is that big black dragon, right? And she turns into a little girl like Spyro when you beat her?"

"It's been awhile since I've played the game myself, but I believe so, yes." Weevil nodded as he pulled the game out. "Want to play?"

"You bet I do!"

Weevil popped the game in and sat down next to Rex, handing him the controller. "Go ahead and play, I find more enjoyment in watching anyways."

"Are you sure?" Rex questioned, quirking an eyebrow at the aqua-haired boy sitting next to him.

He got a nod in response. "Yeah!"

Rex shrugged and began the game, soon enough finding himself playing as the small purple dragon. "I don't remember him having a firefly buddy."

"Maybe you played a different game then, and not this one. Now hush and play already!"

Rex shot a glare down to Weevil, though ignored him and began playing. Sparx laughed and took off, leaving Spyro on a wild goose chase to find the glowing creature that was, for whatever reason, considered his friend.

"Oh for the love of Jurassic Park." Rex growled under his breath as the firefly took off for the third time. "I'm tired of chasing you already, dickwad!"

Weevil laughed at Rex's frustration. "It's obviously a giant plot-device, Raptor. Calm down and let the game lead you into its next important plot development."

"Fucker." Rex sighed as the firefly entered forbidden territory. "Didn't even thank me for saving his ass from that Frogweed. Hey," he laughed suddenly and smirked. "He kind of reminds me of you, Weevil!"

"What?!" The smaller boy sputtered. "How?!"

"He's small, annoying, ungrateful; he's a bug for Ra's sake… shall I go on?"

"S-shut up." Weevil growled, slapping Rex outside his head. "I am none of those things, you take that back!"

"Oh come the hell on!" Rex burst out as Sparx was captured by baboons, throwing his hands up incredulously. Weevil ducked to avoid getting hit in the face by Rex's oncoming arm, watching the older boy curiously. "Monkeys? Really? This is the worst plot development ever! 'Oh come help me Spyro, I got kidnapped by monkeys because I was an ass to you and led you on a chase across half the freaking country!'"

Weevil burst out into laughter. "Calm down, dino-brain! You're getting worked up over nothing! This is more just an introduction than anything; it's teaching you how to use the controls and how to fight against enemies! Ra knows you'll be needing that information later."

Rex ducked theatrically as he went against the baboons, hunched over his controller as he focused on the fight. Weevil only chuckled. "Those things are kicking your ass, dino-brain. I would have thought you'd know how to play the game if you had it as a kid."

"I beat this game when I was a kid." Rex growled, eye twitching in concentration. "I'm just rusty, that's all. My skills have fossilized as the years have gone on."

"Excuses, excuses." Weevil sneered playfully. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"When were monkeys allowed to operate dynamite?!" Rex cried as the leader of the group threw down sticks of the red material. Spyro dashed madly as the dynamite exploded, and Rex's lip quivered in irritation as the animals continued to gang up on him. "Where would they even find that, anyways? They're in an alternate universe!"

"I'm more worried about his blatant disrespect for his companions." Weevil sneered in distaste. "He clearly knows that they're going to fight Spyro, but yet he's still throwing sticks of dynamite in their general direction! How inconsiderate could you get? And those are more like baboons than monkeys, Rex. And I don't know, since this was a child's video game? You can't really question logic in a video game."

"I guess you're right… for the love of – these things are taking forever to beat!" Rex sighed, throwing his head back. Weevil chuckled behind his hand, pushing his glasses further up his face.

"Good lord, Rex, calm down. I swear if you get mad one more time I'm turning the game off." Weevil pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "We're about five minutes into the game and you're already pissed off. Calm yourself; while you may be amusing to watch while you're mad, it's illogical to get this upset over something as simple as a video game."

"It's not simple when it takes 50 hits just to kill these things." Rex growled back in response, hunching further over the controller. "And if you even think about turning off the game I'll kiss you."

He could see Weevil tense up out of his peripheral vision, a smirk of satisfaction forming as the spectacled boy edged further into the couch.

Let me out of here and fight me like a… thing, whatever you are! Sparx growled to the leader of the group from his imprisonment inside his wooden carrier.

"Not helping, David Spade. That thing's like 50 times bigger than you."

I've had about enough of you!

"You and me both, damned baboon thing. Kill him while you can, it'll make my job a lot easier."

Weevil chuckled softly, leaning back against the couch. He kept his eyes on Rex, eyebrows quirking behind his glasses at his friend's odd behavior. "Why are you talking to the television? The TV can't hear you, or did your pathetic dino-brain forget that?"

"I don't care if the TV can't hear me – oh cool, Spyro can use fire!"

"I don't think I'll ever understand you…" Weevil sighed wistfully, relaxing back into the couch as he watched the game-play.

I gotta report to Cynder!

"Ha, I KNEW she was in this game!" Rex pointed to the screen.

"Congratulations! I think I have some doggy treats in the pantry I can get you as a reward." Weevil smirked, suppressing his laughter.

"Hey, thanks I – hey, wait a minute!" Rex froze and glared at Weevil. "Rude!"

"Hyohyohyo! Dumb dinosaur."


The game continued on for a few hours until the two began to get bored, Rex finally giving up altogether. "Turn the game off before I rip the TV from that wall."

"You wouldn't dare." Weevil glared crossly, nose scrunched up in distaste as he got up and went to turn the game off. He stared at an analog clock sitting on a table across the basement. "Well that certainly killed a few hours."

"What time is it?"

"5:30."

"Do you have anything for dinner?" Rex questioned as he got up, looking out a window. The sun was halfway down by now, a low hue of rust-colored orange hitting against the horizon as it faded to a dark blue. He wondered how it could get dark so quickly; even in January it usually took the sun another half an hour to even begin to inch its way down to the horizon line.

"No," Weevil retorted sarcastically. "My parents left me here to starve. Of course I have something to eat for dinner. Let's go pick something."

Rex nodded vaguely in agreement and walked across the carpet, meeting up with Weevil. The smaller of the two looked up to Rex and gave a small smile, brushing past him as he walked up the stairs. Rex followed behind and let Weevil lead him into the kitchen, looking around the updated appliances in slight interest. "Nice kitchen."

"Beats yours." Weevil scoffed proudly, busying himself with opening a pantry. "I'm surprised you don't have maggots in your microwave."

"Eww, that's gross. I bet you'd like that though, wouldn't you. 'No dumbass, don't kill those glorious specimen, I haven't gotten my jars yet!'" Rex laughed at the idea and how ridiculous it sounded, imitating Weevil's nasally tone to his voice.

"You laugh, but that's a fairly accurate representation of what my reaction would be like." Weevil replied smugly, crossing his arms as he shot a glare Rex's way.

"But maggots are disgusting. I'd nuke the little bastards if they were in my microwave. Press the button for two minutes and let 'em fry."

"Ugh! Rex, that's disgusting! You're going to ruin my appetite, dino-brain!" Weevil pulled out a few boxes of different stored foods. "Let's see… I can make macaroni, or heat up some burritos or something…"

"You talk as if I'm picky." Rex chuckled, walking over to join Weevil's raid of the pantry. He pushed a box of cereal out of the way, looking at packets of graham crackers and condensed milk. "Ewww, Weevil, your parents have crappy tastes in what to eat…"

"Oh hush, they like to keep healthy food items around the house… unlike what you're used to, I'm sure."

"What is it with you and constantly putting me down, Bug-boy?" Rex scoffed as he pulled out a can of Chef Boyardee, eyeing the label curiously.

Weevil sneered, crossing his arms. "You're not allowed to touch the cans of soup. And because I can? I don't see you complaining."

"'Cause I'm usually pretty laid back." Rex shrugged casually as he put the can back in its original spot.

"Yeah, sure. You're about as laid back as a ticked-off Triceratops."

"What?" The older male shot a small glare Weevil's direction. "Am not. And it's not like you're any better – angry old hornet."

"I'm not old, nor am I venomous like a hornet is."

"You still have the temper of one."

Weevil walked over to a sleek black fridge, glaring daggers at his brunette companion as he opened up the door to the freezer. "Microwave burritos?"

"I'm not picky, that sounds delicious."

"Good. Nice to know that when it comes to at least eating, you're simple and easy."

"Yeah, but that's about where me being 'simple and easy' ends." The brunette watched as his friend opened the packets and slid the burritos onto a plate he had gotten. Knowing the time needed to cook the prepared meal, Rex sauntered over to the microwave and punched in the correct time, earning a slight nod of appreciation from Weevil.

"Good. Thanks, dino-brain."

"M'hmm."

Weevil slid the plate in and the boys sat in companionable silence while the burritos heated up. Rex took time in noticing the appliances in more detail; compared to his measly low-rent apartment, Weevil's home seemed like a mansion. "Hey Weevil, have you lived here all your life?"

Weevil nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I've been in this house since birth. What's with the sudden interest?"

"I dunno." Rex shrugged slightly. "I just wanted to ask."

"About about you, dino-brain? I know that your stepdad made you move a few years back… but where'd you live before then?"

Rex stroked at his chin in thinking. "Umm… I remember having a house with a white fence when I was a little kid… we moved when I lost my dad, and once more when my mom got married again… so… I've lived in… four houses? Five houses? Counting the apartment I live in now."

"Hm. I couldn't imagine moving." Weevil muttered to himself as the microwave beeped, signaling that their food was ready. He turned and opened the microwave. "Could you get me an oven mitt from the drawer there? The plate's gonna be hot."

"Oh move, wuss, let me get it." Rex smoothly pushed past Weevil, grabbing hold of the plate. The initial shock of touching something so heated caused the brunette to grimace, though he ignored this and pulled the plate out, setting it on the nearest counter he could lay his eyes on.

"You… didn't have to… do that, I could have gotten an oven mitt…" Weevil frowned. "Thanks, I guess… stubborn dino-brain."

"Hmph." Rex nodded, grabbing the burrito closest to him. Teeth met tortilla and the teenager tore hungrily through the soft outer layer of his portion of food. "You'd have taken too long anyways."

"Eww, eat with your mouth closed!" The spectacled boy scrunched his nose up in disgust at the barbaric display of manners. "I don't want to see your disgusting mouth at work eating! That's disgusting!"

Annoyed, Rex retaliated by sticking his tongue out, remnants of a mauled burrito clinging to his tongue here and there. Weevil gagged instantly, hand coming up to cover his mouth as he averted his eyes away from the scene. "Y-you… you're insufferable… that was the nastiest thing I've ever seen!"

Rex chuckled, swallowing the remains of the food. "Then you really are a wuss. It's just food."

Weevil scowled, picking up his own burrito and making an effort to eat it as sophisticatedly as possible. The taller brunette quirked an eyebrow towards his companion, smirking at the younger boy. In one swift mood Rex went and squeezed the end of Weevil's burrito, causing the filling to burst out the other end. He laughed in delight as the fillings went all over Weevil's hands, dropping down to the floor below in brown, messy droplets.

"You bastard!" Weevil shrieked, throwing the empty shell of the burrito back on the plate. "What the hell was that for? That was my meal, you asshole – you've gotten food all over! Clean it up!"

"Me? Why should I clean it up?"

"Because if you don't I'm kicking you out of my house! I don't know why I even bothered to invite you over in the first place!" Weevil clenched his fists and stomped down onto the kitchen floor, seething with anger.

Rex's face light up in a smirk of amusement, a throaty chuckle escaping from his throat at the sudden break in Weevil's composure. "Fine, fine, calm down before you explode. Gods know we don't want bug guts all over the kitchen."

"V-very funny." Weevil huffed, tilting his face away from Rex as he calmed himself down. "This is exactly why I don't trust you sometimes."

The taller boy walked towards the sink, where he had recognized towels to be. Weevil walked over as well, and as Rex grabbed a small towel Weevil turned on the water to clean himself up. Rex whistled along to 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' as he reduced himself to cleaning, bobbing his head slightly in rhythm with the high-pitched whistles of the song. He smirked and got back up after the mess was clean, turning to toss the cloth back into the sink.

The cloth was about two inches away from landing right in the middle of Weevil's bowl cut, and Rex burst out laughing at the close call. Weevil's head snapped from looking down at his hands scrubbing soap together, eyebrow quirking at the dinosaur lover. "You better apologize for ruining my meal. You're lucky I wasn't very hungry."

"Yeah yeah, RIP Weevil's burrito." Rex spat in light sarcasm, earning a shake of Weevil's head in response as the aqua-haired boy sighed.

"What am I gonna do with you…"

"Find something else for us to spend the night doing?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Where are we gonna be sleeping?"

Weevil pondered over this for a moment. "We can always reside in my room… if you don't mind sleeping on the floor; I'm not sharing a bed with you."

"Sounds fine with me, but I better be warm." Rex frowned warningly. "I can not sleep when I'm cold."

"I'll keep that in mind, cold-blooded lizard." A small smile lit Weevil's face up as he dried his hands on a clean towel hung up by the fridge. "Go get your belongings; I'll be in my room preparing a sleeping bag for you."

Rex nodded wordlessly and the two walked towards the staircases, Rex going downstairs to retrieve his bag of stuff for the night while Weevil went upstairs to retreat to his room. The almost overflowing bag caught Rex's eye immediately, and he grabbed the item as quickly as he could, hopping up the stairs to meet back up with Weevil.

Rex walked into Weevil's room to find the bug duelist sitting at his desk, eyeing his ant farm. "I heard you come in." He called without turning his head. "Don't even think about trying to scare me."

"Wasn't gonna." Rex retorted playfully, dropping his bags down on the carpet.

"I have some homework to do." Weevil stated. "So, if it's not too much to ask of your troglodyte brain, could you be quiet while I work on finishing this up? The faster I get done the better."

"Weevil you ask too much of me." Rex feigned being hurt, tackling the bed as he wrestled with the blankets. Weevil cast a curious glance Rex's way, shaking his head as he saw his friend tangling himself up in the covers.

"Don't mess my bed up too bad, I have to sleep there." He called, smiling softly at nothing.

"I do what I want." The brunette responded, sticking out his tongue.

"Not in my house you don't, dino-brain."


The next hour and a half was spent like this; Weevil working on his homework and Rex drifting in and out of consciousness. Weevil finally called out "Done!", waking Rex up from a particularly nice slumber about ice cream sandwiches. Heavy lavender bangs covered Rex's eyes, and he removed his cap momentarily so he could shuffle his bangs out of his field of vision.

Weevil happened to gaze over at Rex now, watching him curiously as he fumbled with his hair. "You know, you should leave your cap off more often, dino-brain. You look better without it."

"I wouldn't exactly be Rex Raptor without the red hat." The brunette called in response. "It's like, my identity or something."

"You're a dumbass, Rex. You're still the same dino-brain you are with the cap on. But you look less homeless with it off."

The brunette shot a glare at his friend, too tired to truly take offense to his words. "Fine. But you owe me one, Bug-boy; I don't normally take my hat off for anybody."

"I feel so lucky." Weevil smirked, only a hint of sarcasm adorning his voice. "Anyways, I'm done with the work I was supposed to do – what do you want to do now?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're the guest, and I was always taught to be polite to guests."

"Alright… hm…" Rex bit at his thumbnail, a subconscious gesture. Weevil went to turn on the radio, earning a country station in reward. Rex scrunched his nose up at the violins. "Well first you can turn the station…"

"What do you usually like to listen to?"

"You know what I listen to."

"Besides metal, dumbass, I refuse to listen to that."

"Fine." Rex sighed. "I know about every song that comes on 70's and 80's radio."

"What station's that?"

Rex got up from the bed, sauntering over to where Weevil was fumbling with his radio. "Let me work the dial, I can find it in a snap."

Weevil moved out of Rex's way, and the older boy began messing with the dial of the radio, stopping immediately when 'Big Shot' came blaring through the speakers. "Perfect!"

Weevil listened to the song for a moment before turning to Rex inquisitively. "I thought you were a metal contender. You listen to this sort of stuff too?"

Rex nodded. "I don't just listen to metal. It's my favorite by far, but this general era comes in at a second. It's all about the 70's and 80's, man."

"It's better than metal, that's for sure."

"Opinions, opinions, Bug-boy."

"Weevil!"

The chorus to the song came on, and Rex proceeded to whip his hair back and forth to the beat of the song, Weevil laughing in response as brunette hair lashed in every which direction. "You look ridiculous!"

Rex ceased snapping his head back and forth momentarily, brushing all his hair back with his hand and parting it the way his bangs naturally went. Lavender bangs brushed away from his forehead; a rare sight indeed for the boy. "Naw. I look hot."

Rex smiled and walked back to Weevil's bed, sitting on the floor so his back rested against the side of the bed. Weevil hesitated a moment before getting up from his chair, sitting on the floor so he faced Rex.

"Howdy, Weeves."

"Hello. Have you found out what you wanted to do yet?"

Rex gave a small smirk. "You."

Blue eyes blinked behind thick spectacles, cheeks blaring red with sudden embarrassment. "W-what?!"

"Nyehehe! I'm just kidding."

"Y-you better be… I understand you're a constant horn-dog but even you wouldn't move that fast… right?"

Rex shrugged. "Not with someone like you; I've finally figured you out."

Weevil cocked his head in curiosity, strands of aqua hair falling to his shoulders as he gazed up inquisitively at Rex. "What do you mean?"

"You can't be rushed into things." Rex worked now at fixing his hair; his brunette hair was wild and untamed by being lashed to the song on the radio. "It overwhelms you."

"Well… yeah, I guess that's right…"

Rex gave a small, subconscious smile. "I kinda want to play a game."

"A game? You mean like Spyro? We played that earlier, Rex, I don't think we should go and play that now…"

"No, different sorts of games." Rex shook his head. "Umm… what's there to play?"

"… Board games?"

"No, Weeves." Rex shook his head. "I mean like… like… truth or dare!"

"We're not playing truth or dare." Weevil shook his head immediately, hair wildly whipping back and forth against his forehead. "I-I don't trust you."

Rex laughed. "What, worried I won't play nice?"

"I-I'm worried about what a giant horn-dog you'll be…"

"Weevil, I just got through saying that you got overwhelmed when you were rushed into things… I wouldn't dare you to do anything really weird, if that's what you're worried about."

"T-that's exactly what I'm worried about!" Weevil pouted, crossing his arms. "Surely there's something better for us to play?"

"If we played I-Spy, everything would be 'I spy with my little eye, something beginning with bugs.' I think that's out of the question."

"Oh hush…"

"I don't think you have a closet…"

"Why would we need a closet?" Weevil began cautiously, obviously worried about whatever answer Rex could possibly have.

Rex gave a naughty smirk. "Seven Minutes in Heaven."

"A-ah! Rex no, stop thinking with your dick!"

The brunette laughed. "I was kidding; if you're worried about truth or dare then I'm sure as hell not gonna force you into a closet."

"Is there anything else?"

"Not really…"

Weevil's lip quivered. "How am I sure I could trust you with truth or dare then, if we were to play that…?"

Rex shrugged neutrally. "Trust is your own thing, bud. Not mine."

The aqua-haired boy sighed in defeat. "Promise you're not gonna make me do something really weird or creepy…?"

"Promise."

"Promise you're not gonna make me reveal anything really embarrassing…?"

"Promise."

Weevil hesitated. "Then… fine, I guess we can play."

"Alright." Rex nodded. "You go first?"

"Truth or dare…?"

"Truth."

The bug duelist pushed his glasses further up his nose, signaling deep thinking. "You said you were expelled from your previous high-school… why?"

"I broke a kid's nose when he asked me to get out of his way." Rex responded, only a slight pause in his words as he frowned at the memory. Thinking back, it probably wasn't the dino-lover's shining moment; though in all honesty if he had the choice to go back and rethink his actions he wouldn't have done anything differently.

"Really? Rex nodded in response and Weevil sighed in disapproval. "Violence never solves anything, Rex. Your turn."

"Violence solved Yugi getting off your case." Rex chuckled smartly. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

The brunette frowned as he figured exactly what he wanted to ask – something that had been bugging him since the boy first laid eyes on the pretty-in-pastels duelist. "Do you like Espa?"

"W-what?!" Big blue eyes blinked in surprise. "What in the hell kind of question is that? Espa's a great friend, but if you're implying I think of him romantically, you can forget it!"

Rex nodded and smiled in satisfaction. "Good. Your turn."

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"It's not like you to play it safe, Raptor." Weevil teased. "How come you hate Espa so much? Are you jealous?"

There was a thick band of silence that lasted about ten seconds between the two boys as Rex bit at his thumbnail. "Yeah… yeah, I'm jealous."

"Why?"

"Only one truth per round, Weeves."

The blue-haired boy narrowed his eyes. "Fine. Stubborn Stegosaurus… I'll get it out of you eventually."

"Truth or dare?" Rex smirked.

"Dare."

"Throwing caution to the wind, are we?" Rex chuckled. "Next time Espa asks you to go somewhere with him, I dare you to decline his offer. Tell him you can't make it 'cause you've got plans with me."

"W-what?! Rex, that's rude!"

"So? You're the one who picked dare, Weeves."

"O-oh, you're infuriating. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Quit being so safe!" Weevil frowned in irritation, getting an idea. "Oh! I have one."

"Go on with it."

"Why do you like me? I mean, I'm me… no one's ever really paid me much attention…"

Rex froze. "I… I um…" The brunette's cheeks tinged with a deep pink and he bit at his nail again, eyes darting up to the ceiling in deep thought. "I think I've kinda… always liked you… I mean, you were there for me after Duelist Kingdom, when everyone else in the world had turned their backs on us. We stowawayed on a plane and traveled in a suitcase to America, for Ra's sake."

Weevil gave a small smile, looking down at the carpet as Rex continued. "I can't say why I like you… you're a lot that I'm not, in personality and how smart you are and stuff. I guess it kinda seems natural, I dunno?" He shrugged.

"Okay okay, I get the point." Weevil hushed him with a small chuckle. "You can stop now, dino-brain. Don't get mushy."

"Alright, alright."

"Whose turn is it?"

"I think it's mine." Rex bit at his thumbnail. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Alright… have you… thought about it at all? Your answer to if you liked me back or not?"

Hesitation. Both boys remained frozen in place before Weevil nodded. "Yes… I have, actually."

"And?"

"Uh-uh-uh!" Weevil gave a naughty smirk and wagged his index finger at Rex. "What was it you said? Only one truth per round? I believe that's a fair trade. Eye for an eye, so-to-speak."

"Oh, you little…!" Rex puffed out his cheeks and burst into laughter. "You're clever. Should'a seen that coming."

Weevil smiled softly. "Yes, you should have. Alright, my turn. Truth or dare?"

"Hmm… dare."

Weevil tensed up after a moment of thinking, causing Rex to tilt his head in curiosity. The shorter of the two swallowed, licking his lips. He took a deep breath before speaking. "I know what I want you to do for your dare… but I want you to wait until later."

"What?"

"What's there to question in that statement?" Weevil scoffed incredulously. "I mean, I have a dare for you, but I don't wanna give it to you now. I want to save it."

Rex was immediately curious in figuring out what it was Weevil wanted him to do. The bug duelist was stubborn, he knew this – if he asked about his dare he wouldn't get a direct answer. Rex frowned and rubbed at his chin. "Alright, I guess that's fine. We'll save it for later then."

"M'hmm." Weevil nodded subconsciously. "I think that's enough playing for the time being."

"Yup. So… now what?"

Weevil shrugged. "If I turn the radio back up, do you promise not to do anymore stupid dancing?"

Rex chuckled. "No promises, Bug-boy." He teased, smiling softly as Weevil rolled his eyes in response, getting up to turn the music to the radio up. A song Rex didn't recognize came on, something about Africa and raining, and the brunette scrunched his nose up in dissatisfaction. "Turn the channel."

"Are you kidding? Rains Down in Africa is like one of Toto's best songs." Weevil glared softly in response.

"I always thought you hated music. How come you like this stuff all suddenly?"

"S-shut up. I happen to like the softer side of 80's…"

"Pfft. No wonder you like Say You Love Me. Sissy. Besides, Fleetwood Mac was more 70's than 80's." When Weevil's jaw dropped in shock, Rex chuckled. "Only joking, Weevil. But I'm being serious when I said I thought you hated music."

"Music is something I could live without, but I do like this genre. Not everything needs to be god-awful heavy metal like the stuff you listen to…"

"I listen to what I want. Please, Weevil, just turn the station..."

"C'mon Rex…" Blue eyes pouted. "Think of the 80's!"

The brunette gave a throaty chuckle and shook his head, eyes gazing up at the white ceiling. "Fine, keep your gay 80's on."

"Thank you."

Rex rested against the side of the bed again, his head hitting the top of the mattress. "Alright, I can't take it anymore… what's my dare?"

"Not so fast, dino-brain." An index finger waggled as if scolding him. "I'll tell you in due time. In the meanwhile, you'll have to be patient… if you can ever manage that for two minutes…"

"I doubt it… but alright, what the heck. Just don't forget."

"You advise me not to forget something? Pfft, dumb dinosaur… if anyone has a history of forgetting things constantly it's you."

"Yeah… hey, do you have a computer?"

"A computer?" Weevil nodded. "Yeah. It's in the basement. We also have a television there."

"Cool! We should watch a scary movie."

"N-no way. Last time we watched a movie I had to kiss you…"

"Oh c'mon…"

"Nuh uh." Weevil's head shook stubbornly. "Not just yet. Anyways…"

"What even is there for us to do, anyways?"

"I dunno." Weevil shrugged. "To be absolutely honest, I kind of expected us to have more stuff to do…"

The brunette frowned in thinking, hand slipping under his cap to scratch at his brunette hair. "You said you had a computer, right? Let's go see if anyone has suggestions on what to do."

"W-what? Use the internet?" Weevil scoffed. "I'm not talking to a bunch of strangers to find out how to occupy ourselves for a few hours…"

"We won't go ask them… do you even use the internet?"

Weevil shook his head in response. "Not unless I need to for an assignment or something. I don't see the appeal of going online to talk to a bunch of anonymous people who may or may not be pedophiles stalking others like prey in the savannahs…"

The brunette gawked in response, jaw dropping slightly as he processed in this information. "You have a computer but you don't use it? What kind of logic is that! The computer's so much fun! And you don't just go on to talk to other people… besides, only like 5% of the internet is weird pedo people; I've met some really cool friends over the internet."'

"Yes, and they're probably all snug tight in that 5%." Weevil retorted teasingly. "Besides, knowing you, there's only one thing you'd use your computer for, and I don't wish to get any viruses because you searched up porn."

"W-what? Weevil you simple-minded nerd!" Rex stood up from the floor, lending a hand down to the spectacled boy. Weevil grasped his hand after only a moment of staring at it like it was a strange foreign object, pulling himself up off the ground. "I don't use my computer just for porn…"

"'Just for'." Weevil snorted in laughter, leading the way down the hall to the basement. To Rex's relief, he dropped the subject. "We'll probably just find a bunch of advice sites for what girls would do at a sleepover, anyways... females attend those much more than males do."

Rex shrugged. "There has to be some good source we can find." The boys hopped down the stairs gracelessly, turning to head to the basement.

The two entered the room once more, Weevil pointing thoughtlessly to the computer resting in the corner of the room. "It's not turned on right now, seeing as how I never use it, so you'll have to boot it up."

Rex nodded and Weevil retreated to a couch momentarily, lazily watching as Rex sat down and proceeded to press the on switch. The computer booted to life and small whirring noises came from a printer sitting on the desk next to it. Rex sat bored for a moment, head resting against his propped up arm until the login screen came on. "Hey Weeves, what's your password?"

Weevil turned his head lazily from a magazine about exotic insects. "InsectQueen8, capital I and Q."

"Gods, that's so like you." Rex chuckled to himself as he punched in the password, hunt-and-pecking against the keyboard. Weevil gazed at his unsophisticated method of typing, twitching his mouth into a curious pout.

"The hell are you doing, dino-brain? You type like an idiot too."

"Oh hush, maybe I'm not so good a typer. Bite me."

"The proper term is typist, Rex. And you've got that right; you're about as good a typist as you are a duelist."

"I'm a great duelist!" Rex barked back, eyes glued to the keys as he glanced around for each one individually.

"Cut-rate."

"You're not much better."

Weevil frowned as he flipped through the pages to his magazine, pausing as he viewed a two-page spread focusing on an Eastern Black Swallowtail. "Yeah right. My Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth could beat any of your ridiculous dinosaurs to a pulp."

"If that's true, then why did Red Saurus cream ol' Killer Moth in that movie we went to see?"

"Because the writers were simple troglodytes like you." Weevil cooed affectionately, turning the magazine so he could get a vertical view of the butterfly's shimmery ebony wings.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night…" Loud pounding of keys resounded through the basement, a tell-tale sign that Rex was busy asking the internet for help about his current sleepover. "Here, I found something that looks promising."

Weevil lazily got up off the couch, slowly making his way to the dino duelist across the room from him. "Yeah, what is it…" The spectacled boy craned towards the screen, inching his glasses further up his nose as his eyes darted left to right across the screen. "You idiot, this is stuff for a girl's sleepover!"

"It is?" Rex muttered nonplussed, focusing more on the information given. A slower reader than Weevil was, it took him a moment to locate the words 'we're both girls'. He frowned. "Crap. Well, maybe there's still good information on here."

"'12. Do each other's make up, hair, and nails. This would then be a good time to take your pictures!'" Weevil quoted, frowning in disapproval. "Yeah, I don't think so. Not tonight, dino-brain, I don't feel like having my hair up in a ponytail."

"Would your hair even… oh, never mind, I didn't know it was for girls." Rex shrugged.

Weevil turned to Rex, quiet for a moment before he chuckled into his hand.

"What?"

"I'm thinking about what you would look like in a ponytail."

"M-me?" Rex gazed up at Weevil. "I never put my hair up like that! That's what girls do!"

"You're not exactly the most masculine boy I've ever seen, Rex." Weevil chuckled harshly. "I bet you'd look like a chick with your hair up!"

"Yeah well you're not gonna find out tonight." Rex pouted, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. "At least my haircut's somewhat practical. I don't even know what you've got going on there, but it doesn't scream manly either."

"T-there is nothing feminine about a bowl-cut, Rex!" Weevil growled defensively, hands resting atop his mop of aqua hair.

"Yeah." Rex snorted. "Nothing masculine about it either."

"D-don't make me kick you where it hurts, Raptor." Weevil puffed his cheeks out, ears burning a furious shade of red under his hair.

Before Rex could open his mouth to respond, a low rumble caught the silence and the brunette looked down towards his stomach, eyebrow quirked curiously as he let out a soft laugh of embarrassment. "Guess ol' King Rex's hungry."

"How on earth could you even think about food right now? I knew you were always hungry, but that's ridiculous!"

"Nonsense." Rex got up and trudged up the stairs without further explanation. Weevil paused, not sure if he wanted to follow, when the brunette came back downstairs with a sack of Goldfish and Hot Cheetos. "It's always feeding time for this dino!"

"Where did you…?"

"My supply bag." Rex ripped open the Goldfish, grabbing a handful and shoving the contents into his mouth. Crunching filled the air and crumbs littered the floor around as Rex sat back down, hand flocking back to the bag at almost constant intervals to retrieve another handful of cheese-flavored crackers.

Weevil's nose crinkled in disgust. "You eat like a dinosaur. Graceless and disgusting. Please at least have some dignity while you're eating at my house, and you're making a mess!"

"Stop whining." Rex spoke with a full mouth as he sat back down in the chair by the computer, offering the bag of Goldfish to Weevil without another word. The aqua-haired boy shook his head in response and the bag was pulled away from him. "Suit yourself."

"How on earth are you so skinny when you eat a ton of junk food 24/7?" Weevil wondered, more to himself than to Rex. He reached down and gingerly poked at Rex's side, fingertip meeting with a flat stomach under the brunette's shirt. "You're like flesh and bone, no substance!"

"I'm not that scrawny." Rex growled defensively in response. "I'm strong enough to pick you up, but then again that's not saying much."

"Have you ever thought about getting a fuller physique?" Weevil mused, poking once more at Rex's side. The older boy gazed at him curiously. "I'm sure you could accomplish it."

"I'm not all skin and bone, yanno." Rex slipped off his school jacket, white t-shirt underneath revealing itself. He looked down at his arms and twisted them gently so he could get a better look at them. "There's like, a little bit of muscle there."

"Hardly."

"When you fight a lot like me, you get a good workout." Rex grinned proudly, shoving another handful of Goldfish into his mouth.

"Maybe that's why you're so skinny; brawling with other kids burns off all that junk food you consume."

"I'm not skinny."

"Keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night." Weevil shoved his hand into the bag, grabbing out a small handful of fish-shaped crackers. He picked one up and popped it into his mouth.

"You eat like a girl."

"And you eat like a pig."

"Nuh-uh. I've seen pigs eat. They shove their nose into their troughs and make squeal noises."

"I'll repeat that again – you eat like a pig."

Rex frowned before placing the bag to his lips, opening his mouth as he tilted his head and the bag back. Goldfish poured from the opening and Rex sloppily caught them, crackers occasionally spilling onto the floor. Weevil squealed in shock, stooping down to pick up the discarded crackers.

"That's what a pig eats like." Rex smirked through a full mouth, words distorted as he crunched through his fill.

"You're insufferable." Weevil frowned, glaring up at Rex. He threw a Goldfish he picked up at the boy, suppressing laughter when it got caught in his brunette curls and the boy failed to notice.

"I know." Rex smiled, reaching back into his bag.

"So now that we've wasted our time with the useless task of turning to the internet for help, what do you want to do?"

"Doesn't matter to me, I'm not picky." Rex shrugged thoughtfully. "I mean, it doesn't really matter as long as we have fun, right?"

"Who said anything about fun? I'm just waiting until you get tired enough to pass out."

"And who said anything about sleeping?" A naughty smirk flashed across Rex's face. "I'm planning on keeping you up all night, Weeves."

"N-no you're not! Don't you dare even think about it, Raptor!"

"I already have." The smirk faded to a satisfied smile. "Don't get so riled up."

"I want you quiet and out of my hair by 10 p.m. sharp." Weevil pouted, turning to look at the time. "It's 7:45 right now. So we still have a few hours before I need to be in bed."

"It's a sleepover, lighten up."

"Yes, it's a sleepover on a weeknight. We have school tomorrow and I want to actually be there on time."

"Do you usually walk to school?"

Weevil nodded. "Yes, my parents are always gone to work by the time I wake up."

"Then you're lucky, 'cause you have a street-legal driver by your side." Rex flashed a proud grin. "You can sleep in; driving will probably shave forty minutes your schedule."

"How would you know how long it takes to walk from my house to the school?"

"Because I walk to school too, and my house is just a little bit shorter distance from the school than yours is."

"Hmph. Good enough. And you promise you'll let me ride with you? None of that 'See you at school' stuff where you drive off before I can get in the car…?"

"Why would I do that?" Rex frowned. "It doesn't matter who you are, that's a dick move. Of course I won't do that."

"Good." Weevil gave a satisfied nod. "Back to the topic at hand… what would you like to do with our two remaining hours?"

"I'm gonna go up to your room and change, I'm tired of being in uniform." Rex got up from the chair.

"Call me when you're done changing, and I'll go change too."

"M'kay." Rex nodded subconsciously and made his ways to the stairs, hopping up two at a time. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair, lifting his lavender bangs off of his face. As he turned to walk up the second set of stairs, Rex cast a glance down to the lower level of the house, viewing it over the balcony as he walked towards Weevil's room. "It really is a pretty house." He muttered to himself as he closed Weevil's bedroom door behind him.

Rex immediately threw his cobalt jacket off, working next on unbuckling his pants. The stubborn article of clothing slid down his legs and he stepped out of it, piling his clothes together. The brunette turned and found his red cap, throwing it atop the pile carefully.

"Better get my clothes…" He sighed softly, thinking aloud. He trudged swiftly across the room and opened his large bag of supplies, shuffling through bags and bags of food until his hand met with soft fabric of a stormy-blue t-shirt. Rex pulled the shirt out from its imprisonment under layers of food, unfolding the shirt. Lips twitched into a soft, sentimental smile and the shirt went up over his head as Rex pulled it on. The shirt itself was about a size too big, and it hung loosely around his slightly lanky physique. His right hand darted back to the bag and he felt around, stopping only when he felt material he was sure belonged to a male's version of sweatpants. The pants stuck stubbornly underneath the layers of chip-bags and various other types of food, and numerous items spilling out onto the carpet as Rex coaxed the heather-gray sweatpants through the mess. He finally freed them and eased them on, finger curling around the white drawstring.

"Can I come in now?" A knock to the door startled the brunette. "I kind of want to change."

"Come in, I'm done." Rex sauntered lazily to the radio, which was blaring white static. Weevil opened the door and did a double take at Rex wearing sweatpants, bursting into laughter.

"You look ridiculous!"

"No I don't. I look fine."

"Yeah, if by 'fine' you mean 'like a girl.' What kind of self-respecting guy wears sweatpants, anyways?"

"This self-respecting guy, that's who."

"Do you think you could leave…? I'm kind of getting ready to change here…"

Rex cast a glare at the boy, though the hard look deteriorated when he caught sight of Weevil lifting his shirt halfway off his frame. "Mmn – no, I'm too lazy to leave."

"Rex you damn horndog! Just get out…?"

Rex's head shook in defiance, arms crossing stubbornly on his chest. "Nope."

"Oh fine then, stubborn Stegosaurus." Weevil spat in defeat, tossing his shirt roughly towards the bed. Rex averted his gaze, giving the spectacled boy a small amount of privacy as he fiddled with the radio settings.

"Can you turn the station to something good?" Weevil said suddenly, nose crinkled up at the white static noise.

"Yeah, on it." Rex obeyed as he turned the dial.

'Cause I'm a genie in a bo—

You're a hot mess! And I'm falli—

Stop, children, what's tha—

It's not very easy, living all alone. Rex froze, hand resting over the dial.

My friends try and tell me, find a man of my own.

But each time I try, I just break down and cry

"What?" Weevil sputtered, turning to stare at the radio as if it were speaking Latin. "Why Whitney Houston…?"

"S-shut up, let it play." Rex waved a hand swiftly at Weevil to quiet him. "I-I haven't heard this song in ages. Besides, it's from the 80's…"

"You know this song?"

Rex nodded. "This song always makes me feel… soft."

Weevil tugged an oversized t-shirt of his own on and walked over to Rex, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion clouding over his vibrant blue eyes. "Soft?"

Cause I'd rather be at home feeling blue

So I'm saving all my love for you!

"Like… want to be romantic and stuff. Girly stuff like that." Rex's nose scrunched up at admitting it, preparing himself for Weevil's onslaught of insults.

"You actually feel romantic sometimes?" Weevil gawked, jaw dropping slightly. Rex was caught by surprise by the lack of laughter. "That's almost hard to believe, dino-brain… almost…"

Rex nodded and gave a soft smile, turning to fully face Weevil. "Yeah… sometimes. This song's a sure-fire way to get me fluffy-feeling…"

You said to be patient, just wait a little longer

But that's just an old fantasy

Weevil stared up at Rex, blue eyes shrouded in emotions Rex couldn't quite name. He tilted his head slightly in confusion at the other boy, a small smile crossing his lips as he softened for the boy.

Weevil shuffled closer to Rex, to the point where their chests were almost touching. "It's rare that you're ever… romantic… I should take advantage of this while I can…"

"Hm?" Half-lidded eyes met the blue-eyed boy's watchful stare. "Whaddya mean…?"

"I… remember that dare I had in store?"

"M'hmm…" Rex nodded slowly. "I do…"

"Feel like doing it?"

I've got to get ready, just a few minutes more

Gonna get that old feeling when you walk through the door

'Cause tonight is the night, for feeling alright

We'll be making love the whole night through

"Depends… what is it…?"

So I'm saving all my love

Yes I'm saving all my love

Silence for but a moment. A deep breath in anticipation from Weevil mixed with him moving up towards Rex even further, their noses almost touching.

"Kiss me."

Yes I'm saving all my love for you.

"You… trust me?"

"… More than anything…"

Emotion more soft and romantic than lust-filled consumed Rex entirely, and before he could even get a read on his own reactions the boy had edged forward and closed the space in between his and Weevil's lips, capturing them in between his own. A response of mild shock, Weevil's hands went to rest at Rex's shoulders, and the shorter boy craned his head forward, obviously nervous as his eyes fluttered tightly shut. Weevil broke the kiss after a moment, face coated in a fine sheen of red as he held himself at arm's length from Rex.

"I…"

"Don't ruin it." Weevil frowned, crashing his index finger gently against Rex's lips.

"So I guess that means now'd be a shitty time to ask if this means ya liked me back…"

Weevil laughed in spite of himself. "What do you think the answer is? No, dino-brain, I can't stand your guts… of course this means I like you back."

The boy crashed into Rex's chest abruptly, head resting in between the space of Rex's shoulder and neck. A gentle nuzzle sent Rex's brunette curls crushed against his skin, and as soon as the hug had been initiated it ended with Weevil pushing himself away. Bowl-cut disheveled and glasses slightly askew, Weevil adjusted the spectacles and took on a more hardened demeanor. "Just… don't screw anything up, now that you know that information. If anyone were to accomplish that it'd be you, dumb dinosaur…"

Not buying into Weevil's sudden stubborn change of attitude, Rex chuckled passively and released his grip on the smaller boy. "Yeah yeah, I won't… I'm not that dumb…"

"I wouldn't put it past you." A smile broke the hard expression on Weevil's face. "You're a mystery if I've ever seen one."

"I am…"