FASH: And everyone who reviewed gets a chocolate milkshake!

CT: What a boot me? (Pouts.)

Claude: You've had way to much sugar already.

FASH: I agree, I never thought sock puppets could be so.... Homicidal.

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''-thoughts

It had been a week, yep, it was now Friday, one of the greatest days, especially since that meant Claude could hide from all the girl who seemed too want to molest him.

"Okay students, it's Friday, we're minutes away from you all running out of the building from joy, so now is the perfect time to give you an assignment." Miss. DeSousa grinned as groans sounded from throughout the room. "It's also worth ten percent of your mark." The groans got louder. "And I will be choosing who is partnered with whom." And, if possible, the groans become even noisier. "Oh come on, you sound like a bunch of cows. Now, here's the list of the people I've decided to pair everyone with."

Most of the girls, and some of the guys, had their fingers crossed, and we all know for what, and then it finally came, the moment over half the class had been waiting for. "Claude and Tyson." And as if that wasn't 'depressing' enough, Hilary got stuck with Julia Peters.

"You will both research four Gods or Goddesses, of any kind of mythology, Greek, Egyptian, Norse, and you will be presenting it next Friday. In other words, you'd better get started this weekend." Miss. DeSousa smiled as she passed out the evaluation sheet. "And now, since we have a whole ten seconds together, have a good weekend." The bell rung and the students sadly walked out of the class, looking like they had just been given the death sentence.

"So Claude, do you want to come over to my place to work on this?" Tyson asked lowly, he didn't want a horde of fan girls camping out outside his property, that would just be freaky. "Sure." Claude was inwardly doing a victory dance, which would have been interesting to see Tyson's reaction if Claude decided to do it out in the open, he'd probably run away. "I just have to get some stuff from my house first." "Okay, get the stuff from your house, and, well, do you, want to sleep over to, it will be easier to get a lot more done that way and, you know." Tyson said with a small blush on his face, Claude smiled. "Sure." "Okay, so, just come by my house after you've got your stuff, you know where it is." Tyson said as he walked off with a wave.

'Yes, this has got to be the best day of my life!' "There he is!" Claude turned and saw, his fan club, lead by Hilary. "GET HIM!" And we can all guess at what Claude started to go, run.

"So grandpa, can he stay over?" "Sure dawg, but you still practice the groove." "... Huh?" "Get your kendo stick and start practicing!" "Oh, okay." Tyson quickly got into his training uniform and began to practice his moves.

"Muwahahaha. I will make him mine." And no, this statement wasn't said by Claude-Gone-Evil, it was said by someone so horrible, hat her name strikes fear into little children's hearts, it was Hilary. "All I need is a plot to get him away from Tyson, I see ho their looking at each other when no one else is watching, if I don't stop Tyson soon, Claude will be lost from me. But I won't let it happen, I just need to pull them apart.... That's it! I'll go over and demand that Claude become my partner, I'm sure Miss DeSousa won't mind once I tell her it was in Claude's best interest, how hard can Tyson work anyways?"

Claude had just entered the property, when he heard some noises come from the dojo, this like HIYA! And engard! 'I guess he's practicing his martial arts of whatever.' Claude couldn't pass this opportunity up, he snuck up close to the dojo and looked in through a window. Yep, there was Tyson, practicing kendo with that wooden sword of his, and looking so cute in that uniform.

Tyson felt like he was being watched, and because that he had lived with his grandfather for years, and his grandfather loved to try sneak attacks, or just pop out for Only-God-Knows-Where and try and give him a heart attack, his senses were usually right. 'Well, if grandpa is watching, I might as well keep practicing the most he'll do is come at me and then I just have to start blocking.'

Claude was nearly drooling, Tyson had a serious expression on his face, and it made the boy seem his age. (Which is seventeen in this fic.) He was so cute! Claude wondered when exactly he should stop watching, because he was sure if he stayed out here much longer someone was going to notice, so he sadly managed to rip himself away from the window, and go the front door. 'Well, maybe I'll sill able to watch him.' He thought happily as he knocked and soon the door was answered by none other than Tyson's grandpa. "Hey little dude, you must be the dawg's friend, come in, I'll just tell him you're here." Claude nodded and watched as the old man's form disappeared around the corner, and then almost immediately after Tyson came bounding around it. "Hey Claude, let's work in the dojo, it'll be much easier, there's a lot of space." "Okay." And Claude was dragged into the large room. "I'll just go change into my regular clothes." Tyson said as he took off, leaving Claude to pout to himself. 'You could have done that right here.'

FASH: So then, how was that?

C: You made me pout, I do not pout, not even for Tyson.

FASH: You're so mean, would you pout for Chibi Tyson?
CT: (Looks up at C with big, hug, teary, sparkly eyes.)

C: ..... No.

FASH: Yea, well I think you would, so I'm making you, I the powerful almighty authoress can do anything I want! (Starts to cackle evilly and lightning flashes behind her.)

C: Oh for the love of God, just review already.

FASH: I couldn't agree more, Claude, you're so cute.

CT: What a boot me?

FASH: You're even cuter. (Hugs CT.)

C: I. Am. Not. Cute.

FASH: Yes. You. Are.

CT: Review!