Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you.
"Uh…Roses red?"
Troy hastily reads the love letter clutched in Russell's large hands and stiffens. "Yeah. Red roses."
"Russell…seen white roses!" argued the redhead, pointing to a random direction to emphasize his point.
"I know, this poem is stupid," Troy decides, and snatches it out of his friend's hand. "Let's go soak it with water and throw it at some nerd."
"Violets blue?" Russell confirms as they walk up the steps to the school building. Troy shrugs offhandedly, already planning sadistic ways to torture the mysterious secret admirer that had given Russell the letter.
"Russell…sweet?"
Troy stops in his tracks.
Russell has his thinking face on, and then the redhead lifts his arm up to eye level before licking himself. "Russell not sweet. Troy?" He thrusts his large arm towards Troy, who is extremely uncomfortable by now. Troy makes a strangled noise. "Russell, sweet?"
A tentative lick is all Troy can give. "Yeah. Uh, I mean, no. I don't know!"
"Troy, sweet?" Russell demands.
Cue strangled noise again. But, Troy manages to drag the taller bully to a deserted bathroom to find out just what exactly Troy tastes like.