Title: Tape
Rating: PG
Summary: Things are in better spirits now

The first thing Wheelie did when he got home that orn after school was grab his roll of tape and scissors, and marched into his room, grabbing his waste basket next and tipping its contents over the floor. Humming cheerfully, the little autodog meticulously sorted through the mess; piecing all the various scraps of paper here and there, like they were individual puzzles to be completed. When one sheet was finished, Wheelie then rolled out the tape, carefully following all the tear lines and fixing the damage as best as he could.

In the end, he had one freshly taped picture of Frenzy in his servos; the black kittycon grinning up at him in that cocky, dare-devil way of his. The sight of it made the papillon swoon, who was now aware too that just as Frenzy could be dashing and confident... he could also be sweet and shy.

Giggling, Wheelie pressed a kiss to the corner of the image's mouth, rolling back onto the floor and clutching the repaired photo to his chestplates. "I love you Frenzy," he whispered aloud to no one in particular, shuttering his optics blissfully, "You're my everything."

Title: Bug
Rating: T
Summary: Frenzy just can't catch a break

"I heard about it all!," Flipsides purred, twirling around her brothers' room happily and waving a plastic baton wildly, "Daddy even bought a copy of the talent show on dvd! You wrote a really great song 'Ren-ren. It was so beautiful and cute and amazing and magnificent and unique and..."

Frenzy slapped a servo to his forehead, glaring down at his trignometry homework in rapidly waning patience. "Listen, Flippers, I'm trying to work so-"

The black youngling choked as the femme threw herself at his backstruts, puce arms circling around his neck cables. "Are you going to ask him out or not? Come on Ren-Ren!," she whined, "He has to forgive you after that beautiful song! I know he really likes you and you worked really hard to apologize through what you do best -music! And-"

"Flipsides!," Frenzy growled, quickly shaking out of his sister's hold. He slapped his pen down on the desk, turning in the seat to glare at the sparkling. "Cut it out already! I told you I'm trying to do my homework; if I fail this test, my teacher's threatened to stick me in summer school! Summer school! I don't do school in the summer! And besides, nosy, I've already asked him out."

The older kittycon was smug for about three astroseconds as he reveled in his younger sibling's shock, before Flipsides squealed in delight and began jumping in place. "Yay! You finally had the ball-bearings to ask him out!," she cheered loudly.

"Wha-woah! Who said you could use that language?!," the mech gaped, leaning back in his chair, trying to put some distance between himself and the over-joyed sparkling. "I'll tell mom!"

Immediately, Flipsides entire demeanour changed. "You'll do no such thing," she smirked coolly, servos resting on cocked hips and a fang glimmering from under her curled lip components. "Or, I'll tell mom all about your little indiscretions... Like, the fact that you've interfaced with three different femmes!"

Frenzy gulped.

"And I've got the evidence to prove it!," the femme purred, rocking in place, "Pictures, video footage and even call history!"

There was no doubt about it... He had lost this round. "What... what do you want?," the black kittycon sighed, deflating in his chair with self-defeat. He started listing off some of the crazy demands his sister might make: from playing tea party, to public humiliation out at the mall. None of them were very good prospects...

"Ah, don't be such a big bornling," Flipsides replied, waving a servo nonchalantly. "I have better ways of torturing you without needing to blackmail you into something. No, I'm gonna set up your first date with Wheelie! 'Cause Primus knows you haven't even given that a moment's thought yet..."

"Hey!," Frenzy pouted, justifiably insulted. "I have so given it some thought! And why the slag should I let you plan it. He's my mechfriend now!"

The smaller kittycon shuttered her optics at him flatly. "Because this is your guys' first date, ever!," she sniffed, in perfect imitation of their carrier. "And it has to be utterly perfect! You don't want Wheelie to look back and think 'Jeez. What a horrible first date we had! Why do I even bother going out with this fool?'" The mech opened his mouth to protest. "No! Of course not," Flipsides continued on, cutting her brother off before he even had a chance to speak. "So, I'll plan it and make sure it's something that Wheelie will absolutely adore! And maybe then you can keep a 'botfriend for longer than two weeks..."

"I'll have you know I dumped them first!," Frenzy pouted, annoyed that he was being scolded by a sparkling. Flipsides rolled her optical sensors, turning and skipping from the room.

"I'll be back later," she called before she disappeared down the hall. Groaning, the mech turned and smacked his helm into his textbook.

"...oww...," he mumbled belatedly, too busy dreading Flispsides' and her "master plans" for his and Wheelie's first date to notice the pain he had just caused himself.

Title: Ring Toss
Rating: T
Summary: Wheelie and Frenzy go for their first date

Carnivals...

Of all things Flipsides had to choose for their first date, it was a carnival. Frenzy scowled, shoulder plating slouching in displeasure. He was certain now that his lil' sis was doing this just to torment him. She knew he hated carnivals, just as much as he hated ballet recitals and polka-dots. Yet here he was, stuck in the midst of one giant crowd, drowning in the smell of greasy, fried foods, stale condensation and something that smelled faintly like sewer excrement... The kittycon just wanted to go home, slaggit!

"Frenzy, I found you!," a cheery voice cut through the noise as a petite orange frame came rushing for him, "This place is as big as a zoo!"

"W-wheelie," Frenzy grinned, turning to face his date. Coming to a stop, the papillon crossed his arms behind his backstruts, looking up at the kittycon shyly. Frenzy thought he was gonna die on the spot. Dressed in a magenta cardigan and pale, pastel green capris (which oddly complimented Wheelie's plating colour) the autodog looked absolutely adorable; especially with his cute, tiny mouth turned upwards in a smile, his cheekplates tinged with a soft blush and his large, beautiful optics glimmering in joy and excitement. Realizing he had been staring longer than was really appropriate, the taller youngling quickly cleared his vocalizer and gestured distractedly at the rest of the carnival.

"S-so, umm... y-you got any f-favourite rides?"

Wheelie looked around slowly, chin tucking in and a servo rising to his mouth remorsefully. "Never have I been here before," the smaller youngling mumbled in embarrassment, "W-wish I were knowing more..."

The kittycon's visor winked rapidly as he shuttered his optics behind it. "R-really?," he asked, stunned. "You've never been to a carnival? Or a themepark?"

Slowly, the papillon nodded, his optics started to fill with coolant. The night would have been ruined entirely, but then Frenzy miraculously did something that saved their date before it could be cut short. He grinned, wrapping an arm around Wheelie's shoulder plating and pulling him close as he swept out his arm, pointing to all the rides visible from their vantage point. "Well, then, if there's anything you find interesting, just tell me! And we'll go check it out," the kittycon offered.

Wheelie's optics lit up in hope and disbelief, his slender fingers clutching at the taller mech's shirt. "R-really? A-anything I see?," he gasped.

Frenzy swallowed sharply, hypnotized as the cute autodog leaned against him; darkening cheekplates and soft lip components drawing him in. Oh, how he desperately wanted to taste them... Just as suddenly as he had the thought, the orange youngling was whirling away from him, trotting forward a few steps, pointing giddily at the bumper cars not too far away from them. "C-can I try this one? It looks like fun!"

The kittycon stood there, gaping for an astrosecond, before he sighed softly and smiled at the happy mech; pulling out his wallet as he approached Wheelie. "Of course," he answered, trying his hardest not to glance at the cute, little tail bobbing away merrily. "I told you, Wheelie, anything you'd like it's yours. But, first, let's get some tickets."

Nothing could explain how ecstatic Frenzy was when the papillon followed him as he turned away to the nearest ticket stand.

A few cycles, several corndogs, two sticks of cotton candy, and a dozen, different rides later, the two younglings found themselves wandering the carnival stands; winding down from all the fun they had. Wheelie was looking at everything that he could, admiring the various vendors and their wares glittering in the bright lights of the carnival, while Frenzy was secretly studying the autodog from the corner of his peripheral. Wheelie was really adorable... and the longer he stared, the wider the goofy, love-sick grin on the kittycon's face grew. Would it be alright, he wondered, if he reached out and took his servo?

A little gasp of excitement left the other mech suddenly and before Frenzy could understand what was happening, Wheelie was running towards the nearest game stand. His tail was wagging a mile a minute and his glittering optics shone like stars as the papillon looked over his shoulder; one finger still pointing to the display excitedly. "Ring toss! Throw the hoop across!," Wheelie chirped, "Can we still delay? Is there time to play?"

The kittycon looked at his watch. Well, it was getting a little late, but for a saturday he was making good head way. If his mom did end up getting suspicious though, he knew his dad would take care of it. "Sure thing," Frenzy purred, striding forward and fishing out his wallet again. It had been thick upon arriving at the carnival, but now it had dwindled down to its regular thinness. Such an occurrence might upset others, but not the black youngling. After all, he had more credits sitting at home, and nestled elsewhere in a bank account. Slapping his credits on the table top, he grinned cheekily at the vendor, saying, "Eight rings, please," and handing Wheelie his four.

Gushing in delight, the orange 'bot barely waited a klik before attempting to toss his rings over the counter and get them to land on the various pegs fifteen feet away. Sadly, not a single one made it, falling short before they were even close to their target. Ears drooping a little in disappointment, Wheelie turned his optics away from all the pretty teddies and his fallen rings, a sound of awe escaping him as he heard thunk after triumphant thunk sound as Frenzy's rings landed on their pegs. Before the autodog could cheer ecstatically over his friend's win though, the kittycon was handing more credits over to the vendor, who, looking somewhat unamused, handed over several more rings.

Perplexed, Wheelie remained silent, his large optics open and watching.

Frenzy rolled the rings in his servo slowly, feeling them, testing them, knowing that a traditional gimmick for any carnival or themepark game was to weight the projectile to reduce the chances of winning. To a mere simpleton -aka, the rest of the carnival goers- this tidbit would be lost on them, but to a king of pranks, these were mere parlour tricks in comparison to the things he could do. Having grown accustomed to the unnatural weight of the rings, and after quickly calculating velocity, wind speed, peg arrangement and distance between servo and optic, the kittycon readied himself for his next toss; aiming for the smallest, almost hard to see pegs at the very back of the stand. Those were the ones that would rack up the biggest points, which would mean the biggest prize won in the end. Grinning at how easy a victory this would be, Frenzy threw his first ring with well-practised ease, watching as it fell with a thunk, twirling around the peg's base for a few astroseconds before coming to a complete stop.

Four rings later, and he'd sunk all of them so far on the itty-bitty peg along the back. One more, the black mech smirked, and he'd be able to win that giant turquoise teddy. He threw, it sailed... but sadly, it missed. Frenzy stared, stunned, as the ring twirled around the peg's tip before plunking off to the side with a hollow thump. Inside, he felt a spark of irritation begin to grow.

"Congratulations," the vendor gruffed, pulling down the next largest plushie -a peach elephant with rosy cheeks and blue button eyes. "Your prize."

"Hurray, hurray!," Wheelie jumped beside the kittycon, his arms spread wide in the air and his optics shuttered merrily. "You were great I say! Magnificent was every throw! How you did it, I do not know! But I'm-"

The autodog cut his cheers short as the doll was thrust suddenly into his face; a blushing Frenzy scratching at his darkening cheekplates with one finger from the other side. Embarrassed himself now, the orange youngling slowly took hold of the doll, glancing from its cute face and up to the taller mech and back. "W-what... what's this for?," he asked, stuttering, "D-don't you w-want him anymore?"

"W-well, I...," Frenzy mumbled, looking down, "I-i won it for you. I-it's yours now..."

Ears stiffening in surprise, Wheelie stared at the doll with new light, before burying his face into its pelt and giving it a quick nuzzle in joy. "Th-thank you very much; I'll treasure it such!," he replied happily, turning his grin up to the kittycon. He giggled a little when he saw Frenzy flush deeper, before quickly glancing at his watch and shuffling in place awkwardly.

"S-so...uh... Guess we should head home, huh?," the black mech suggested. Checking his own watch, the autodog shuttered his optics in surprise at how late it had gotten. Shifting his grip on the teddy -which was at least half his size- Wheelie smiled sadly, disappointed that this night had ended so fast.

"It's as you say so, we should go."

Nodding his helm in acknowledgement, Frenzy turned, finding the carnival's exit and briskly starting off in that direction. Wheelie jogged along behind him, hugging his new doll tightly and beaming like the sun.

Title: Fail
Rating: T
Summary: Frenzy updates his brother

"You WHAT?!," the lilac and blue kittycon shouted, fumbling his shot and causing his ball to bounce off the backboard and smack Shockblast upside the helm.

"DUDE?!"

"Sorry!," Rumble apologized distractedly, his whole attention fixed on his twin. "What the slag do you mean you're dating that weirdo Wheelie? And why on Cybertron does Flipsides know before I do! I'm your TWIN, slaggit!"

"Hey, it wasn't my idea to tell her," Frenzy scowled, picking up the discarded basketball and dribbling it idly. "Flipsides found out on her own. She was the one who sent him some girly fragging love letter, and then I had to take the brunt of everything when I spazzed out on Wheelie afterwards... And he's not a weirdo!"

"The kid talks in rhymes...," Shockblast dead-panned between the two brothers.

"See!," Rumble exclaimed, "Even Shockblast agrees with me! And what does that have to do with anything. We know Flipsides is pro at getting dirt on everybody, but that doesn't mean you confess the truth to her first!"

The black kittycon scoffed at the accusation, shaking his helm at his brother's childishness. Meanwhile, their friend was scratching at the side of his helm with one claw, his only optic narrowed in growing horror.

"What a minute... does that mean Flipsides knows bad things about me as well?," he asked aloud.

"Dude, you're being ridiculous," Frenzy replied, ignoring the tabby, spinning the basket ball on the tip of his index finger now.

"Ridiculous?! RIDICULOUS?! Ridiculous is wearing neon orange socks with a choke-me bright fragging PINK shorts! Ridiculous is calling all your friends over so they can watch you try to skateboard off the roof of your house! Ridiculous is -wait! Wait a KLIK! That song... that stupid fragging song you stressed over for WEEKS and pissed and groaned about until I let you play it in the talent show... That sappy bit of slag... That was for HIM, wasn't it?!"

"Umm... guys?"

"Yeah, your point?"

"...serious apocalyptic feeling rising over here..."

Rumble tipped his helm back and screamed to the sky in frustration.

"...never mind," Shockblast sighed, conceding to the fact that his troubles meant very little right now.

"Oh, grow up dude!," the black youngling grumbled, turning and sinking a perfect shot into the basket. He let Shockblast grab the ball as it bounced back to them. "You're being a little drama glitch and acting all prissy as if I just dumped you for the city's sewer rat. So let me clear some things up for you: one, you're my brother -not any of our creators- and two, I am dating Wheelie and I'm happy so don't frag things up or I'll frag you up!"

The blue mech glared at his twin, servos propping themselves on his hips and his lip components twisting in a fierce scowl. "Fine... whatever. What should it matter to me who you date?," he huffed irritably. "Yeah, you're right, I'm not your creator. I just happen to be your fragging twin and we've been doing stuff together since we were like...oh, I don't know... BORN?! But, yeah, fine! Go be happy with your weird, rhyming mechfriend! I hope you screw happily ever after!"

Shockblast shuttered his optic at the harsh words, glancing warily between the two smaller kittycons; wondering if he should run now, or if they'd attack him at the slightest sign of movement.

Frenzy returned the heated stare with just as much vehemency before he suddenly deflated, looking at the ground embarrassed. "...well...," he mumbled, deliberately avoiding optic contact with his brother and friend.

The two younglings stared at him silently.

"Hold up a nanosec...," Rumble started.

"You mean you haven't yet...?," Shockblast continued.

"At all?!"

The black kittycon refused to look up, but his sinking ears gave him away. "FAIL!," Shockblast and Rumble jeered, breaking out into howls of laughter. At their raucous response, Frenzy snarled, before throwing himself at the other two and tackling them to the floor.

Title: Studying
Rating: PG
Summary: One more step forward

Okay, so maybe it was a little disconcerting to Frenzy that his relationship with Wheelie hadn't really moved on past the friendship zone. It had been a few decacycles already, and in highschool, that translated to stellar cycles. Stellar cycles of tame, quiet dates with little to no contact at all... Not even servo-holding! And despite what others might think, the kittycon was content not interfacing. He enjoyed what he had with the papillon -the comfortable silence, the joy, the peace the other gave him in spark and processor- something he had never experienced before with his past relationships. But...

Looking at the autodog sitting beside him now, who was kindly whispering, explaining the complex theory written in their science books as they sat studying in the library, Frenzy couldn't help but wish to be closer. To simply hold Wheelie to his frame and kiss him softly, and see love and trust be shown back to him in that innocent gesture.

Beautiful, blue optics turned to him then, a care-free smile on Wheelie's lip components. "Is it clear yet? Anything that you still don't get?," the orange youngling asked.

Frenzy couldn't reply. He was stunned by how lovely the papillon looked, and how amazing it was that apparently this 'bot loved him. It was like a wonderful dream...

Without giving it a thought, the kittycon leaned forward and bridged the distance between them; his lip components pressing warmly, fleetingly, against Wheelie's before he pulled back with a gentle sigh, resting their foreheads together and looking into the other youngling's shimmering optics.

"Thank you...," Frenzy smiled.

A strange little click echoed from the autodog's throat, as, for the first time ever, words failed Wheelie. Shuttering back his tears, the smaller mech smiled in joy, his tiny servo slowly sliding across the table top and lacing fingers with the black ones lying there. It was Frenzy's turn to be shocked this time, but his grin only grew wider at the brave gesture.

In return, he leaned back down, gently kissing Wheelie again, who leaned forward an inch to meet him.