Scene 1: Quick Exits

Crusher glanced up from his book to see Pickle packing some food up quickly in a basket. He sighed.

"Pickle, where are you-"

"NOTHING!" Pickle practically screamed before dashing out of the house without another word.

Crusher sighed and took out the truck tracker pad that Pickle gave him in case of emergencies. He opened it up and found his boyfriend dashing to the park. Another dot was with him, causing him to roll his eyes.

"He's off on a picnic with his so-called old friend again…"

He set the tracker down and headed to the kitchen for something to drink. He grabbed a can of vinegar and gulped it down.

"And now I'm out of vinegar..." he let out third sigh of the day and headed out towards the door. "Good thing Stripes always has a spare one around his place..."

He made his way to Stripes's treehouse. There, Stripes was taking care of some baby animals when he watched Crusher enter and grab one canister of vinegar from the fridge.

"Out again? Can't you buy?"

"Eh, Pickle never allows me," Crusher shrugged before making his exit, gulping down the vinegar as he made his way home.

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Scene 2: Downward Mockery

"See ya, Crusher! I'm off to the birthday party!" Pickle waved his boyfriend goodbye as he placed on the magician's hat.

"Are you sure I can't come?" Crusher asked.

"Yep, I'm sure," Pickle laughed. "The kids would be too scared of you, anyway!"

"You don't… think the kids would like me?" Crusher looked surprised. He expected many things, but not this, especially from Pickle's own mouth.

"Of course they won't, they hate and fear you because of your cheating!" Pickle cackled and waved it off. "Probably why we can't adopt or have any kids! You'd probably scare them off too!"

Crusher frowned. They had talked about having kids ONCE…

"But-"

"Crusher, you're not going, and that's final." Pickle glared him down. "Besides, you'd probably be in the way, anyway..."

With that, he turned and shut the door behind him. Crusher hissed, trying to hold in the tears about everything the other said before straightening up. He turned to head over to his and Pickle's room then he shut the door. He hissed and laid down on his bed with a sigh.

Stay strong.

He was right, anyway.

Kids hated him.

Everyone hated him.

It was a fact.

He had to accept it.

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Scene 3: Cold Kisses

"Pickle..."

"Mm-hmm..." Pickle waved him off as he texted someone in his phone.

"Pickle, it's late..." Crusher pointed out, glancing at the night sky. "We should get back to sleep,"

"You sleep, good night," Pickle kissed his forehead then leapt out of bed. "I've got something to do,"

Crusher shuddered, rubbing his forehead at the coldness of the kiss as he watched the other leave. As soon as he was gone, he headed over to the desk nearby and opened the drawer with a smile.

"Hey, Moonstar,"

A small purr came from inside, and a dark blue cat with small, yellow and white spots all over her leapt out. Crusher smiled and cuddled the little kitten.

"Hey, Moonstar, guess who's alone again?" he sighed.

"Meow..." Moonstar purred against him, rubbing her head over his tire.

Crusher smiled and hugged her close. Pickle had been against having a REAL pet since HE wants to be his pet.

But that was before. Pickle hasn't paid attention to him in MONTHS.

And he wasn't an idiot.

Pickle can make out any and every excuse in the world, but it was too obvious.

Crusher knew.

He knew.

But how long will he let it hurt him?