So the moment (I hope!) you've all been waiting for has finally arrived!

Chapter 11

The party was animated. Monsters from all across campus were present and in the process of drinking, socializing or playing pool.

Thomas had stopped to have conversations with a lot of the monsters there, even running into the two girls he met at sign-ups. They swooned extra hard this time and Thomas eventually peeled himself away out of fear they may make a move on him. He continued to move about the house, trying to busy himself in conversation or dancing. He was actually looking for Randall, unsure whether the Oozmas had slipped in silently or even arrived at all. He sincerely hoped they kept their word and actually showed up.

Why was he so concerned about this in the first place? They'd get here when they got here, there wasn't any rush. Thomas had noticed Randall acting a little out of character lately and wondered if it was Mike's influence. Sullivan and Mike weren't good for one another and especially to those unfortunate to be around them when they argued. Randall must be getting all the brunt of the sphere's venting. It wasn't fair.

Thomas had eventually downed a cup of spiked punch and played pool, challenging himself against Maria, who'd been thrilled to catch up with him again.

"No offence, but you kind of suck." The orange slug monster pulled an amused face when Thomas' grip on his cue slipped and he sent the white ball rolling in the wrong direction. He couldn't fault her there, but decided to preserve some of his ego.
"Just feeling a little hazy from the punch, is all."

Maria nodded pensively before taking her shot, lining it up well enough to sink two solids. While moving around the table for her next shot, Maria offhandedly spoke.
"You're looking a little distracted."

"I am?"

"Yeah," she took the shot, watching as the number two ball was chipped towards a hole, only just missing a sink, "you look like you're miles away."

"Just been thinking." Thomas muttered.

"About?"

"Stuff."

Maria giggled.
"That is such a guy thing to say. What are you worrying about? The Games?"

Thomas shrugged.
"I guess. Not sure what to think at this point. They're kinda awful."

Maria laughed now.
"Yeah, they're pretty hardcore," she took another shot, "but you seem to be handling it well enough."

Johnny thought so too. Everybody did. Thomas was a little concerned by how he'd been fairing as a ROR. But most of his worry was squashed after his performance in the library today as well as the subsequent chat with Chip, Reggie and Martin. He supposed he had to agree.

"But I think there's something more." Maria said critically.

Thomas cocked an eyebrow.
"What does that mean?"

"Like, you've got something going on that you're not comfortable talking about," she shrugged before quickly continuing, noticing Thomas' perturbed expression, "…or not aware of."

"What? Like internal conflicts or something?" He curled his lip. The idea sounded silly.

"I don't know, Thomas, we don't hang out enough for me to really say," she pulled back on the cue and let it fly, sinking a solid masterfully, "you should try and figure it out though, otherwise it'll start building and become an issue."

"It can't turn into an issue if it doesn't exist," the male gave an annoyed flick of his hand, "how are you so sure there's something up… subconsciously with me?"

"You'll find others can sometimes read you better than yourself." Maria said mysteriously, taking another shot and sinking the eight ball, winning the game. She smiled victoriously before shifting her eyes to Thomas, who seemed to be affected by her words.

"Now I'm worried." Thomas chuckled after a moment.

Maria joined in.
"I didn't mean to sound serious, it's just I've seen these looks on your face and felt like I had to mention it."

"Yeah— thanks," Thomas scratched his ear, "I'll figure it out… go soul-searching, find myself or whatever."

The EEK girl laughed loudly, giving Thomas an amused look.
"What have I done?"

Then the pumping beat of music was suddenly erased, leaving the house feeling much less lively.

"What is…?" Thomas looked about, unsure of what was happening. Then he heard a voice from somewhere in the house call out,
'It's Oozma Kappa!'

Thomas ears perked and he quickly set the cue down on the table. Maria gave him a questioning glance.

"Got to welcome the new arrivals."

She smiled and bid him adieu, turning back to the pool table where another monster had already taken up Thomas' stick.

The red monster pushed through the house, finding it reinvigorated by the music. He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he made his way to the living area, just in time to see the OKs filter in.

They looked about nervously, almost fearfully, Mike being the only exception. He led them through to the edge of the dancefloor and looked about the monsters raving upon it. Thomas stepped up to them quickly, a broad smile on his face.

"Hey guys, glad you made it!" He shouted over the music.

Everyone recoiled at his sudden appearance before giving sheepish greetings. Randall provided him with a warm grin.

"Drinks and snacks in the kitchen, pool table in the rec room and bathroom upstairs," he pointed to every respective room before gesturing behind him to the dancefloor, "mingle and have fun!"

The gathered Oozmas thanked him, Wazowski watching Thomas a second longer than the rest, and shimmied across the room, still somewhat stuck together awkwardly. Thomas chuckled at that before turning to Randall, who'd stayed.

"I'm really glad you made it."

The lizard gave a helpless shrug.
"Couldn't opt out when everyone wanted to go. Had to actually stop miss Squibbles from coming too."

"Wouldn't that be a sight." Thomas chuckled, coaxing Randall to follow him. They made their way through to the kitchen, which was far less busy than the living area. He grabbed a beer for himself and a soda for his friend before continuing on to opposite side of the room to keep out the way of traffic.

"I expected to see you here earlier." Thomas settled on the counter, legs hanging over the side. Randall stepped beside the island opposite him and leaned against it.

"Were you waiting on us?" Randall sipped at his soda, an eyebrow raised suspiciously.

Thomas felt a little silly.

"No, just you." He said with a lazy smile. Randall laughed a bit before taking a sip of his drink again.

"Well I came like I said I would… but that doesn't mean I'm going to stay the whole night."

"Why not?" Thomas frowned.

Randall took another sip, pulling a face.
"I told you, I'm not going to hang around a bunch of monsters who thought we were losers," he looked down, "still think we're losers."

Thomas' confused expression made Randall sigh.

"You didn't notice at the first challenge? Everyone laughed at us. Nobody liked us. Only after the second challenge, when we show our worth we're actually invited to a party," he looked to the side, glaring at something across the room, "and some monsters still treat us like we're beneath them."

Thomas was shocked by how quickly the conversation turned and its direction.

"People didn't know you guys at the first challenge," he countered, "you were strangers, you couldn't expect them to support a team they've never heard of."

"Nobody made an effort to even be friendly," the lizard replied tiredly, "and then suddenly they're all nice and supportive."

"Why are you so hung up on that? You don't need to prove anything to them. You don't need to be their friend."

Randall rolled his eyes.
"You wouldn't get it, people actually like you."

This highly annoyed Thomas.

"'Cause I'm an archetype, right? A popular jock who gets his ass kissed by everyone?"

Randall widened his eyes and sputtered, "God— Thomas, I didn't mean it like that. No, I meant that you're confident and easy to talk to and," he trailed off, "good looking."

Thomas shook his head in confusion. He wasn't sure whether to be upset with what was said or sympathetic. Randall ran a hand over his fronds.

"I'm sorry, Thomas. I'm just being bitter. I really wasn't looking forward to coming."

He chose sympathy.

"I just want you to enjoy yourself. I know people can be two faced and mean but if I can deal with it then so can you. You're a lot stronger than me."

Randall snorted and pulled a face that said: 'really?'

"What? You are! When I was ready to cave Sullivan's face in you stopped me and you were the one he'd pissed off. I don't have that kind of self control."

"You are being uncharacteristically nice lately." Randall chuckled.

Thomas smiled guiltily.
"I really don't want you to leave, also it was part of our deal," he jabbed his beer forward to point at Randall's glasses, leaning closer as he did so, "so screw them, let's have some fun."

With a light laugh, Randall shook his head.
"You're incorrigible. Fine, you roped me in."

"Awesome," Thomas downed the rest of his beer and waved the lizard to follow, "no more negativity for the rest of the night, it's a party."

They made their way back into the living area, Thomas piercing the wall of bodies that started the dancefloor. Randall hesitated, taking a step back from the raving crowd. Clearly he hadn't expected to get roped into this. Thomas grabbed his arm before he had time to properly retreat and yanked him in.

"Thomas!" he yelled over the music, "I can't dance!"

Thomas was already jumping along to the beat, a manic smile on his face. He pointed to the right of the nervous lizard, toward Don and the twins who could be seen dancing madly.

"If they can do it— so can you!"

Randall bit his lip as he stared their way, eventually giving one last pleading look to the maroon monster before him, who coaxed him on.
With an uncomfortable intake of breath, he began to bounce lightly on his feet to the beat, finding its rhythm.

"There you go!" Thomas yelled enthusiastically.

Randall grew more confident as his movements became more energetic. A dumb smile was plastered over his face soon after, as he and Thomas danced side by side under flashing lights and the blissful oppression of sound. Thomas found himself looking down more at Randall with each passing minute, gleaning his features. Thomas couldn't recall when last he'd seen the lizard— if ever— looking this happy. It had always been a kind of reserved joy about him before; the way he'd smile or chuckle. Only reason Thomas knew he always this way was because his soft, melodic laughs were positively soaked in genuine joy. He'd figured out why he worked so hard to get Randall to laugh like that all the time.

Soon, too soon for Thomas' liking, the song died down and was replaced by a something less energizing. Randall panted as he slowed to a stop, hands clutched together close to his chest and face flushed. He looked up to Thomas, who also gasped for breath, and mouthed: 'wow'.

Thomas nodded in agreement and indicated to the side of the room, signalling to take a break. Randall quickly joined him in returning to the kitchen, where they grabbed more drinks.

"Hah, told you it was fun."

"You never said anything about it being fun." Randall shot back.

"Was it fun?"

"…Yeah."

"Then I was right." Thomas waggled his eyebrows, smiling confidently.

Randall rolled his eyes before taking a long gulp of soda. He sighed contentedly as he leaned up against the island, surveying the surrounding kitchen with lidded eyes.

Thomas did the same, enjoying the din of music and conversation around them. He was glad he'd been able to convince Randall to come, he wouldn't nearly have had this much fun on his own.

A tug at his jacket pulled him from his lazy act of monster watching. He found Randall at the end of his sleeve, looking about as he did so.

"What?"

"Come on."

"Let me catch my breath before doing that again." He chuckled. He knew Randall enjoyed it, but not to the point he'd readily jump back into the fray.

"Come on." He merely repeated with a serious look.

Thomas' chuckle died and he looked about before being led by the lizard out into the living area. To his surprise, they didn't stop there and instead circumnavigated around the partying monsters and out the back door, onto the porch.

Thomas stepped out into the cool night, beer in hand and looked about for any reason to which Randall would bring him out here. The porch was barren, everybody inside to avoid the chilly air outside. Randall continued to tug Thomas over to the steps, whereupon he took a seat upon the top one. Thomas hesitated before joining Randall.

"So what's this all about?" He gave a worried chuckle. Randall hadn't looked back to see if Thomas had followed until they reached the backdoor. Even then his face betrayed no emotion. Did he push Randall too far with the dancing. He seemed to enjoy it but now Thomas was questioning his judgment.

Randall licked his lips as he looked out into the quiet night.
"I… haven't been entirely truthful with you."

"…What does that mean?"

Randall's eyes shifted to meet Thomas'.
"But I think it's better if I come clean," His gaze then moved down to the beer in Thomas' hand, "that alcohol?"

Thomas blinked in surprise before he understood the question.
"Y-yeah." He looked down into the cup as if to make sure.

Randall wordlessly extended his hand and grasped the cup, pulling it from Thomas' grip.
"What are you…?"

Thomas nearly choked when he saw Randall take a massive gulp from it, pulling a face as he did so. He didn't drink.

"Randall, what the hell!"

The lizard took another sip before shaking his head violently, passing the cup back to the red monster.
"Gah… sorry, I needed some confidence."

Thomas stared open mouthed at Randall, completely unable to grasp what was happening.

The reptile continued, his eyes staring down at the grass below.
"I'd like to know your second name."

Now he was really confused.

"Huh?"

Randall rubbed at his eyes, sighing as he did so.
"Remember when we first met? You made me feel better by telling me your second name was Susanna. You said you'd only tell people who you went out on serious dates with... I wanna know your second name."

Thomas stared blankly at Randall, letting a long silence ensue in which the lizards face began to contort in worry.

"…I'm not following."

Randall spun on Thomas with an annoyed and desperate look in his eyes.

"God— Thomas, I'm asking you on a date."

For a moment, Thomas didn't register the words. However when their meaning did befall him, it completely dazed him.

"A… date?"

The reptile seemed to be literally turning red.

Thomas leaned back into the step and let out a breath.
This explained everything.
Why Randall wanted to hang out with him all the time. Why he asked him if he'd ever kissed a guy before. Why he'd get these sidelong gazes.
Randall had a crush on him.

"You have a crush on me."

Randall let out a derisive 'hah'.
"That's such a juvenile way of putting it."

Then he remembered his embarrassment and became red again.

"I didn't know… you're gay?"

Randall smiled a bit.
"Surprise..."
He said weakly.

Thomas rubbed at his neck. He wasn't sure how to react. In truth he wasn't very concerned with Randall's sexuality, more so that it was being directed towards him. Randall was asking him on a date.
Then a realization hit him.

"This explains a few things." He muttered out.

"Yeah…" Randall nodded, "I was trying to keep it as well hidden as I could but I suppose I slipped up a couple times."

"Not just that," Thomas took a long sip from his beer, "with me too."

Randall braved a look at Thomas' bewildered face and asked, "With you ?"

"I thought I was just being overly friendly— or nice— or whatever."

Thomas ran through the last two months and how his demeanor had altered around Randall. How merely tolerating the lizards presence had become trying to convince him to attend parties. How he grew to enjoy being around him more and more. How when he'd punch the reptile's arm or give him a friendly shake he'd feel slightly strange inside. How when seeing Randall upset, he'd immediately wanted to beat the crap out of Sullivan. It definitely explained why the monster he'd thought about kissing during the truth or dare game was Randall.
It had always been there…

"I was just too dumb to see it."

"What?"

"I think I'm into you too."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

"…This was the one situation I hadn't prepared for."

Thomas smiled awkwardly as he looked over to Randall, who hid his face between his hands. He spoke through his fingers, his voice holding a note of humor.

"I mean— I kinda thought about all those flirts you threw my way and how nice you were to me as some sort of indication but…"

"Wait? Flirts?"

"Yeah… like earlier in the kitchen, when you said you were waiting for me."

Thomas' ears fell flat to his head as he laughed loudly and helplessly.
"Good God, I really am clueless."

Randall joined in.
"I guess it doesn't matter. It's all in the open now."

"I'm glad it is," the furry monster took a swig of beer before offering the cup to Randall, who took it after a moment, "everything feels clearer now. I mean— damn, up until this point I thought I was straight. No wonder I couldn't get a girlfriend. Hang on, does that mean that girl you have a crush on is-?"

"You. Yes…" Randall giggled into the cup, "I had to cover myself or you would have gotten suspicious."

Thomas was doubtful of that.

"So… we're on the same page?"

"I guess," Thomas shrugged, "I mean— a date? Yeah, I'm for it. But like— it feels a bit unnecessary. You like me. I like you. What else is there to talk about. Why can't we just be… boyfriends?"

"You underestimate the power of a date," Randall smirked a bit, "I want it to be proper anyway."

Thomas licked his lips and looked down at the grass, feeling suddenly strange and misplaced.
He felt Randall shift beside him, leaning in closer and tentatively touching his shoulder. Looking up, he found the lizard in very close proximity, a hazy glint in his eyes.

"But that doesn't mean we can't… act like we're boyfriends already."

He closed the distance between them slowly, making his intent obvious and allowing Thomas to back out far before contact was made. He didn't back out. Instead, he leaned forward and met the lizard's lips, pulling a hand up to caress his cheek as they kissed.

The kiss was slightly awkward at first, Randall quickly losing the confidence he got to initiate causing him to break away after a few seconds. Thomas pulled him back though, a grunt escaping his throat as he felt Randall's hands snake their way around his neck. The red monster pulled him in closer, getting better leverage. His hands rested flush on the lizards lower back, keeping him in place as the kiss went on.

After some time it was broken by Thomas, who let out a shaky breath.

"God, that was hot."

Randall chuckled nervously, wiping away some saliva from his mouth.
"I'm inclined to agree."

"When exactly did you say this date was gonna happen?"

Randall thought for a moment.
"Saturday."

"That's two days away…"

"So?"

"That's a really long time."

Randall let out one of his melodic laughs, before grinning mischievously.
"It'll be worth it."

Thomas reluctantly let the lizard go so that he could stand up. It occurred to him how quickly he had admitted to his own feelings and acted on them. The eager reciprocity from Randall had spurred him on though. For the first time in his life, Thomas had begun to think of himself as something other than straight. Then not even five minutes later he was making out with his… boyfriend?

"So wait, are we official?"

"Officially what?" A voice caused the two to jump. They whirled around to see Johnny standing in the doorway, hand on the previously closed door and inquisitive look on his face.

"Johnny, how long…" Thomas trailed off with wide eyes.

Johnny instead frowned, confused, as he glanced between the two. Randall stood fidgeting next to the staircase whilst Thomas sat biting his lip. A look of realization befell Johnny for a moment and he tapped on the door softly. He nodded to himself and cleared his voice.

"Uhm, I just wanted to ask if you two mind getting some more beers from the basement," he threw a thumb over his shoulder, "we're- uhh— running low up here."

"Sure!" Thomas replied, quickly standing up.

Johnny nodded again before disappearing back into the house.

Thomas waited till he was sure he was gone before glancing over to Randall, who could only be described as horrified. Thomas burst into obnoxious laughter, leaning back against the banister, hands placed upon his head. Randall glared at Thomas in obvious disapproval of his cackling.

"This isn't funny!" He yelled, "what if he saw?"

Thomas only laughed harder after Randall's outburst, shaking his head as he did so. Randall marched up to him and punched his side.

"Ow," Thomas giggled, putting out his hands to prevent another punch, "okay, okay! I'm sorry!" His amused grin said otherwise.
"Don't worry, he didn't see anything."

"How can you be sure? Didn't you see his face?"

"What does it matter anyway?"

Randall gaped, brow knitted tightly.
"Of course it matters! Imagine how quickly this is going to spread!"

Thomas took on a more serious tone of voice. He tried to calm the lizard's nerves. "Hey— it's alright, there won't be any gossip. We're just two guys on the porch outside talking about random stuff, nothing to gossip about."

Randall huffed with his arms folded. He glared at Thomas for a long while. Eventually his stony gaze faltered and he smirked.

"God, this is embarrassing."

"Hopefully not embarrassing to be seen with me."

Randall shook his head adamantly.
"I'm more worried about you being embarrassed."

Thomas let his inquiring eyebrow raise ask.

Randall shrugged, diverting his gaze.
"An OK together with a ROR, somebody's bound to make it difficult for you."

The lizard let out a yelp as he was suddenly pulled up into the air. It took a moment to realize Thomas had grabbed him and held him over his shoulder, spinning in a circle across the porch.

"Randall Boggs is my boyfriend!" The red monster shouted into the night as he twirled around.

"Oh my God— Thomas!" Randall's eyes widened and he barraged the furry monster's back with punches, "stop!"

With an amused laugh, Thomas ceased and lowered the fuming lizard, who looked to the house for any activity.

"Why?" He nearly screamed, throwing his arms out.

Thomas provided him with a dumb smirk in response.
"I don't care what anyone thinks and you shouldn't either."

The reptile bit his lip, fidgeting aggressively and staring at the house.

"I'm just so happy." Thomas breathed, his genuine creepy smile adorning his face.

Randall couldn't keep his own smile from making an appearance and walked over to the other monster, wrapping his four arms around him in a hug which was immediately reciprocated.
"I'm happy that you're happy," he sighed, "but let's keep this to ourselves," he looked up to see Thomas' jovial smile, "for now."

The red monster nodded in understanding. If Randall wanted to wait, he could wait.

Randall began walking back to the door, intending to undertake the task of retrieving beers from the basement, looking over his shoulder.

"And we'll be official… after the date."

Thomas beamed, quickly following the center of his newfound happiness. He hadn't realized how much this meant to him before the idea of others finding out. He wanted to tell others. The thought of Randall and him walking around campus hand-in-hand, not a care in the world who was watching, made giddy excitement boil up in his gut. But he'd wait until Saturday, if that's what the lizard wanted.

As Thomas walked Randall through the house, he couldn't refrain the spring in his step, the dumb grin he wore or the perkiness of his ears. Randall seemed identically affected, a constant blush visible every time Thomas gazed over his shoulder.

They reached the door leading to the basement, treading carefully down the steps in the dim light. Thomas had only been down here once before to retrieve a table they had stored. The beers were easy to find however, being stacked precariously to the one side.

Before Randall could grab a six pack, he was embraced by Thomas from behind, who shifted the lizard to face him. Once again they shared a heated kiss that nearly became a make-out session. Randall had the frame of mind to push Thomas away, reluctantly of course, scolding the red monster. Thomas insisted on carrying the beer, leaving only a three bottles that had come loose of their packaging for Randall.

Leaving the basement, they heard Johnny call for silence and the beginnings of an announcement. Monsters around the house slowly flocked to the living area. They hurried their pace so not to miss any more.

They moved to the kitchen, giving each other sly looks as they went before depositing the beers on an empty counter.
Right next to a bunch of alcohol.

"What?" Thomas frowned at the obvious abundance of drinks still available.

"Maybe for later?" Randall hypothesised, finding it equally as strange.

Thomas hummed before pulling Randall to follow him out into the living room. It was funny how comfortable Thomas felt with touching Randall now. What would have been a simple nudge or tap to gain the other's attention had become a grab of the hand. Randall didn't seem to mind. Things had progressed so unimaginably quick, but Thomas was fine with it. Over the moon in fact. He hoped Randall shared his excitement.

They walked in through the entrance, finding Johnny just finish calling out the JOX, who let out a collective and enthusiastic yell. Thomas realized he must be congratulating all the teams who made it in the Scare Games. That meant…

"And finally, the surprise team of the Scare Games…" Johnny gestured to the gathered group nearby with a broad smile, "Oozma Kappa! Come on over, guys."

The fraternity of misfits moved over to centre stage, monsters moving out the way for them whilst cheering and clapping. Even the PNKs and JOX were applauding, the former less enthusiastically however. Randall, although not with the rest of his team, basked in the glow of the crowd. Thomas chuckled at seeing how content the lizard was with the moment. How proud he was. He begun moving toward the group, hoping to join them. Thomas followed, planning to do the same with the RORs. He was given pause however, when he caught Chip's gaze. The gray monster simply pulled an uneasy expression and slowly shook his head.

"What?" Thomas responded with a questioning frown. Randall noticed he had stopped.

"What's up?"

Johnny continued.
"Now, I gotta admit, fellas, I thought you were a bunch of nobodies."

Randall, not receiving an explanation from Thomas— who was still looking at Chip across the room— continued on his way to the OKs.

"But boy was I wrong. Let's hear it, for Oozma Kappa!"

The crowd cheered the fraternities name in unison. Then bright coloured blurs fell upon the group. Randall froze in his tracks, only a few metres away, staring in horror, Thomas likewise astounded behind him.

"The most adorable monsters on campus."

The situation only worsened when Javier appeared with a remote in hand, quickly pushing it and setting off a cannon Chip had strategically placed beside the OKs. It went off with a muffled bang, sending glitter spraying all over the goo-covered monster. Reggie was quick to unload a bucket full of bright plastic flowers next.

The crowd had devolved into laughter at this point, all jeering at the pranked monsters mockingly. Randall spun around himself, gawking at the monsters around him who had not ten seconds ago been cheering for him. For them. His eyes landed on Thomas, who stood gaping at the scene before him. The confused and fearful expression that adorned the lizard's face morphed into anger and betrayal. Thomas reached out and tried to get closer to Randall.

Randall darted towards his fraternity brothers, only to stop short when a shower of brightly coloured stuffed animals fell upon them. Chet was suddenly before the group with a polaroid camera, chortling as he snapped a picture.

The laughter continued to roll forth as Randall tugged on the goo-soaked Oozmas, particularly Mike, pushing them toward the exit. The monsters parted quickly for them, allowing them to move hastily away. Thomas cried out for Randall, shoving his way through the crowd and following them out to the front door.

The OKs piled out, Randall moving them along briskly.

"C'mon, guys." He coaxed them along down into frat row. They were all stunned silent, unable to grasp what had actually happened.

Thomas burst forth from the house, spinning his head around until he spotted the bright group.

"Randall!"

The lizard flinched as if hit, turning on Thomas. The red monster hurried down the steps and met him in the street.

"Randall, I-"

The reptilian monster merely scowled and threw his hands into the air.
"I don't care!" He screamed. Thomas stooped dead, grimacing.

"I-"

"I don't care." He repeated in a softer voice, absolutely laced with anger and— much to Thomas' dissatisfaction— hurt. He turned and strode away, following the OKs who hadn't even stopped.

"Randy… I swear-"

"Just-" Randall spun around again, his fronds flaring and eyes glaring, "just go away, Thomas! Please."

The furry monster's ears flattened, arms dropping to his sides as he ceased following, watching as Randall— the same monster he had so heatedly kissed merely five minutes ago— turned his back and walked away.

His lower jaw quivered, wanting to form words but unable to. Emotion begun clouding his vision, stinging his eyes. He aggressively rubbed away the newly formed tears and sniffed hard.

"Damn it…" He cursed to himself, clenching his fists, his claws threatening to draw blood from his palms. With a low growl, Thomas turned back to the house, eyes hard and set.
One last look at the monster he saw as more than just a best friend and he was off, marching back to the ROR house.