Run-In

So far Wile's track practices have been done separate from the rest of the track team's, Sam had stated that he didn't want to risk Wile being distracted or have anyone see Wile's abilities until the first race was held. If it weren't for his coaches yelling, Wile would have enjoyed practicing alone. He at least didn't have to worry about talking as Sam did most of that for him.
Wile has managed to escape any further run-ins with his blue-haired neighbor, but he has been unable to avoid attending shopping with Sly and Daffy who were serious about getting Wile something special to wear for the party night. As Friday approached, Daffy and Sylvester discussed their plans for Wile's wardrobe frequently as a way to mess with him. Wile couldn't help smiling when he did realise that Daffy and Sylvester may actually be friends. Nobody before has ever stuck around Wile so long, it was comforting to know that he had people he could trust to be there.
"Now Wile, I don't want to see any hoodies Friday. If we do, me and Daffy here are gonna burn the thing. You gotta wear what we pick out tonite," Sylvester instructed as him, Wile, and Daffy walked through the shopping center. Daffy already had a large bundle of clothes to try on for himself. The teen was going to end up making them be at the mall for hours. Sylvester was flipping through some shirts hung up the racks, "I think one of these shirts would make you look handsome. Now I just need to figure out which color to get you," the shirts were different ranges of colored plaid, button up shirts.
"I'm going to start trying on some of these," Daffy informed them as he headed to the changing room.
Sylvester just nodded his head in reply as he continued to sort through the shirts. "How about this Wile? Maybe this one? Or would you like it in a different color?" Sylvester asked as he held up one of the shirts in dark blue.
Wile immediately was reminded of Randall's blue hair once he saw the color of the shirt. "I like that color," he responded taking the shirt from Sylvester with a small smile on his face as he slid his hand over the smooth material.
"Great! Now we just need to get you some pants to wear," Sylvester gleamed.
"Hey, Sly. Do you know who um Randall is?" Wile asked.
The teen responded with a frown, "sorry I don't know any Randalls. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. I just, I thought there was a kid at our school named Randall. I must have his name wrong or something," he was quite disappointed having wanted to learn more about his neighbor.
"Sorry I couldn't be much help."
It wasn't long before Sylvester had found a black pair of skinny jeans to complete Wile's outfit, and to please Wile, Sly had found a gray beanie to wear so he wouldn't feel so lost without his hoodie. Wile and Sylvester were both put through almost two hours of Daffy trying on different outfits unable to decide which outfit he wanted to get. After some persuasion, Daffy finally settled on getting a white button-up shirt that had a design of black feathers covering it and bright orange skinny jeans that matched his shoes. They had just finished paying and were about to leave when their luck ran out.
"I thought I saw pussy cat? Oh I did! I did see a pussy cat," Tweety cheered as he approached a now pissed Sylvester. "Oh what did you get? Some catnip?" Tweety asked trying to snatch the bag from Sylvester's hand.
"Does the little Tweety Bird want to get knocked out of his tree?" Sylvester warned as he pulled the bag out of reach.

Tweety just smiled in response, "awe are you trying to threaten me?"

Wile didn't want to see a fight break out between the two. His hand on Sylvester's shoulder trying to draw his attention away from Tweety. This seemed to work as Sylvester drew his attention away from Tweety and back to the other teen. Sylvester took a deep breathe to calm himself before starting to leave with Wile and Daffy. He's not going to let Tweety push his buttons.

"What cat got your tongue Sly?" Tweety asked trying to get the nonresponsive teen to snap.

"That's not how you win them," Daffy suggested to Tweety before following Wile and Sylvester out of the store.
After an awkward drive Sylvester dropped Wile off at his home. Heading inside Wile noticed somebody watching him, he blushed as he glanced over to his neighbor's yard and saw Randall leaning against the fence.
"Hey Wile, I heard you're going to Bugs' party tomorrow night. I hope to see you there," the teen stated with a smirk. He was wearing a tank top again and this time Wile could make out a light spray of freckles covering his shoulders along with his cheeks. The teen eyes were also a shade of purple that could be best described matching lavender flowers.

After snapping out of his staring panic set in as Wile registered the words; Randall was going to be at the party. This was not what Wile had planned for, to be attending a party in which Randall with his muscled body and nice ass would also be at. He needs to say something and not just stand there like an idiot and stare. "Great," Wile managed to get out, "see ya there." He bolted inside with his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he ran upstairs to his bedroom.

Randall couldn't help grinning as he went inside his own house knowing just how he affects Wile.

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Next chapter is party time and that's when things will really unfold.