So deep was Wile in thought that he barely heard his doorbells clanging loudly. It snapped him out of his reverie and caused him to sit up. He looked at the near-by TNT-shaped wall clock; it read 4:20. Not even caring that he spent half the night look at his exploits, he stood up and walked to his front door.

Probably Bugs asking for another cup of carrots. He thought to himself as he opened the door. His eyes almost popped out of his head; there, not two feet in front of him, stood the Roadrunner. She had a puzzled look on her face, as if to say, "You've been here all afternoon?"

Their eyes locked on each other, the first time in decades that they've done absolutely nothing to each other but stare. Gulping a bit, he started to blush upon seeing the feathery vixen; the dim moonlight outside illuminated her plumage.

The flustered coyote broke the silence. "What do you want?"; they normally couldn't talk while doing their "jobs," but they were allowed to do so afterwards.

"I just wanted to see what you've been doing." She frowned a bit. "I got a little worried when you didn't show up to chase me."

"I'll bet." His words were drenched in sarcasm.

"So, what've you been up to?" The Roadrunner grimaced.

Wile scowled, "That's none of your damn business!"

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" Her sultry grin showed up again.

"So what if I have?" He turned his back on her. "It's not like I have a choice. Besides, it's not what you think." That's it, Wile. Keep on denying until she leaves.

It's about time you've figured it out, silly coyote. She already knew he was feigning denial. All that's left for me to do is to keep pressing your buttons. "Well, I think it is."

He whipped around with an angry look. "No it's not!"

"Then how come you blushed when you opened the door?"

"I did not!" He started blushing again.

"See? You're doing it now!"

He placed his free hand over his face. "That's a sunburn!"

She rolled her eyes. "Sure it is."

He angrily pointed a finger. "Stop putting words in my mouth!"

"I should. You're doing a good job yourself."

"Gah!" He turned his back again, a little perturbed at her witty remark. He was going through a lot and he didn't want to be bothered, especially by the person who put him in the position in the first place. Heaving a heavy sigh, he turned to face her again. "Look, I don't want to talk about it, OK?!" Wile was surprised to see that his porch was barren. Smirking, thinking he's won, he shut the door. Huh, that was easy.

Not three steps into his domain, he was taken aback to see her standing in front of him. Guess I spoke too soon.

"Well, I do. I bet you had a lot of time to think about what I did to you today, huh?" She sauntered slowly towards him; she got him on the run and she wouldn't stop until he fell off the cliff.

The coyote took baby steps back; he didn't think she was bold, let alone this bold. He wanted to hold that bird so bad, but he had to keep up the front. "I wish I'd forget."

She didn't buy it. "Aw, come on! You liked it! I saw your face!"

"Oh, God. Don't start this again." He rolled his eyes at her. He told her flatly, "You didn't see anything. Seriously."

Their little do-si-do continued as she mocked a surprised look, setting him up with her little trap. "Seriously?"

He almost shoved his nose in her face. "YES!"

She formed an evil smile, tossing in the clincher. "Then, prove it!"

"Gladly!" He didn't realize that she backed him up against the door and was standing less than a foot away from him. But, he didn't care.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed her by the neck, looked in her eyes,…

…and just stared at her.

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