A/N: Next part

1. Crazy in Love

2. Lose Yourself

Usual apologies

Disclaimer: See first chapter

They left the party about an hour ago.

Tom tried talking to Sylvester once he arrived but the raven haired teen had already had a run in with his brother a few minutes before, which made him especially difficult to deal with. They started arguing until things started getting out of hand and Spike quickly intervened, knowing that Tom would hate himself if he ruined his relationship with his best friend over some French exchange student and a stupid party. So he grabbed a hold of the grey haired teens arm and dragged him out of the house before any more insults could be exchanged, briefly talking to Jerry about getting a ride from one of his friends before he dragged his agitated boyfriend into his truck and drove off.

Well, Tom isn't his boyfriend exactly.

Spike isn't exactly sure what they are but at the same time it didn't really seem to matter, of course things weren't always this way.

They used to go to the same high school until Tom and Jerry were adopted and they got transferred. In the beginning Tom hated Spike and Spike hated Tom right back. They annoyed one another in the worst way although neither of them was really sure why. They just drove each other nuts for no other apparent reason than the fact that they existed.

That didn't change until a chance encounter in the park one day when Spike was spending some time with his little brother Tike. They were playing catch in the middle of the park when Spike threw the ball a little too hard and it went right across the patch of grass where they were playing and past a wall of trees nearby. But Tike still went after it nonetheless and Spike waited for him to come back only he didn't, so the grey haired teen went after him, hoping that his little brother was alright only to find the boy giggling and laughing with his worst enemy, Tom Smith.

Tom looked up from his spot where he was sitting underneath a tree next to his brother Jerry and his expression immediately soured. Sensing the impending doom, Jerry immediately got up, picked up the ball that Tike had gone to find and asked the boy if he wanted to play a little further away near the fountain. Unfortunately for Tike he was still very very young and couldn't sense the danger that was lurking nearby in the form of the glaring contest that Tom had going with his big brother and grabbed Tom's wrist instead. Insisting that they all go play catch while Spike gaped at his brother's betrayal.

But he kept quiet, if only because he didn't want to upset Tike and Tom seemed to be more or less the same page as he didn't put up much of a fight when the kid dragged him over towards the fountain.

It was a long after noon of playing catch and tag all because Tike refused to leave the adoptive siblings alone because he thought Jerry was funny and Tom-

"Has the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

Spike resisted the urge to gape when his baby brother said that staring fondly at Tom who was bickering with Jerry a couple of feet away as they tried to get the ball out from the tree where it was stuck, until the grey hared teen just gave up and decided to climb up after it. Spike and Tike went closer standing under the tree and watching while Jerry snickered at his brother's attempts to shimmy up the tree. He managed to get up there, got the ball and made his way down, when his foot slipped and he fell.

Jerry gasped and Tike screamed, Spike moved without even fully realizing it going under the falling teen and catching him before he could hit the ground. Unfortunately Tom was actually a lot heavier than Spike first thought and they both ended up hitting the ground hard.

"Ow." Tom groaned in pain and Spike forced his eyes open as he let out a ground of his own, only to find Tom on top of him, with his hands clutching the taller teen's shirt and his head buried in his shoulder. Spike froze when Tom looked up at him and those strange green eyes stared back at him. Big and round with strange gold edges, while thick grey bangs fell over his eyes. They really are pretty. Spike couldn't help but stare and Tom started to blush when Jerry broke the moment as he rushed forward.

"Tommy, are you O.K?!" The ginger haired teen said as he put a hand on his brother's face and tilted his chin up with a worried frown, "You're not hurt are you?"

"I told you, you were the better climber." Tom said as he moved up off of Spike and Jerry sighed as he fell back on his butt beside them, "If I knew you'd fall I wouldn't have let you up there."

Tom rolled his eyes before he looked back at Spike and sighed, "Thanks… for catching me."

Spike cleared his throat moving a bit to sit up and Tom moved so he wasn't lying on the other anymore, "I should've known that you're as heavy as you are clumsy.

Tom glared with a low growl and he was about to tell Spike off when Tike was suddenly standing beside him with his hands twisting in his shirt and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"Tom, you O.K? I'm really sorry-"

"Don't apologize. I'm perfectly fine see." The grey haired teen sighed, before giving the boy a smile, "Wanna go get some ice cream? There's an ice cream parlor just outside the park."

The boy nodded eagerly and Tom got up taking Tike's hand in his own while Jerry stood as well, "I get ice cream too right?"

"I got you ice cream the last time we went out." Tom said and Jerry folded his arms across his chest with a frown, "You always get Butch ice cream."

"That's cause Butch actually pays for stuff every once in a while and besides." Tom paused as he gave his brother a smile, "We're supposed to be saving up remember, for a new bike."

Jerry looked away, "Mrs. Collins said that the Addams' might take us in so maybe-"

"You know we can't rely on that." Tom sighed giving a brief glance towards the boy that stared up at them with a tilt of his head and confusion in his eyes. "We'll talk about this later. Ready to go, Tike?"

"Yeah." The boy beamed before he looked over towards his brother who just sat there watching the exchange, "Spikey c'mon."

Tom looked back almost as if he'd almost forgotten about the taller teen and Spike resisted the urge to stare into those green eyes all over again, instead getting up to brush off his pants and shirt before he spoke, "Sure."

Tom just watched the teen in suspicion as he walked around to take his brother's free hand and gave a smile, "My treat."

Tom frowned and opened his mouth to speak only for Spike to cut him off, "As long as you're happy."

Tom shut his mouth and just let out a huff as they started walking towards the park's entrance while Jerry gave a snort and Tike skipped and hopped between the two teens.

And that's how it started.

Tike thought that Tom was the greatest thing since Pokémon go and Spike didn't want to lose any brownie points for not getting along with the grey haired teen, so he played nice. Time passed and things changed. Changed to the point where Spike didn't hate Tom anymore and Tom didn't hate Spike. Although they did annoy one another every now and then but it wasn't often or intense enough to cause any real problems between them.

Then they started, sort of, dating.

They've never kissed, only hugged and touched in ways that could be viewed as strictly platonic, Spike was hoping that that would change sometime soon.

But then Tom and Jerry were adopted by the Addams', they transferred schools and for a while things weren't so good anymore because they weren't spending as much time together as they were before. Spike didn't want to come off as clingy or possessive, especially since he and Tom never really put a label in whatever this thing is that they've been doing but it was hard. Especially when Tom started going on and on about his new friend Sylvester and how much fun he seemed to be. Things only got better when he found out that Sylvester was dating Butch, one of Tom's old friends, and Spike could pretend like he didn't almost have a complete mental break down at the prospect of losing whatever it is that he and Tom have.

But Sylvester and Butch broke up, Sylvester is now going off the deep end and Tom was starting to pay less and less attention to his sort of boyfriend than he was before. Again Spike doesn't want Sylvester and Tom to stop being friends, since he knew how hard it is for the grey haired teen to make friends since he was so awkward and just a little bit dorky. But having Sylvester in the picture still made Spike feel just a little bit antsy and insecure.

"God, this is all such a mess." Tom said as he walked into the room and Spike looked over from where he'd been staring at the ceiling from his spot on Tom's bed.

Tom's adoptive parents were out of town again, Morocco Spike thinks he remembers Tom saying. They wouldn't be back for at least another week. Not that it mattered either way since Marcia thought it to be the most wonderful thing in the world that her new son was gay and in Jerry's case bisexual. The teens weren't sure whether they should feel happy or offended at the way that the woman liked to parade them around to all of her friends whenever they had a dinner party. William told them to try to just grin and bear it.

"Your mother loves to make a statement, just look at it this way; if you weren't guaranteed as our heirs before, you are now." The man had said with a wink and a smile before ushering his wife away so that the boys could have a moment to breathe.

Spike cringed at the interrogation he had to sit through when Tom introduced him to them. Two hours of making absolute sure that Spike didn't have some kind of lurking criminal record they didn't know about before he was quizzed on whether he'd prefer surrogacy or adoption once he and Tom were married, luckily William excused them before Spike was forced to answer.

"You know you shouldn't have called him out like that." Spike said as Tom toed off his shoes and climbed onto the bed beside the taller teen, letting out a sigh as he let his head rest on Spike's broad chest with his hand resting on the taller teen's stomach. "I just, I didn't know what else to do. He promised me, he said he wouldn't go to the party with Pepe but he did it anyway. He said we could go together and he'd meet us there and we get there and what's he doing…"

Tom trailed off when Spike started carding a hand through his hair and he took a deep breath, "I'm just trying to look out for him, you know what guys like that are like. Pepe's just looking for a quick fuck and Sylvester gets attached so easy."

Spike sighed, "You can't baby sit him forever you know."

"I'm not babysitting him; I'm just looking out for him. With the way that Tweety treats him, he needs someone that'll watch his back."

"And how long are you going to do that?"

"Long as it takes." Tom shrugged and Spike resisted the urge to growl as he looked up at the ceiling, "Are you even sure that Sylvester wants your help Tom? What if he knew exactly what he was doing with Le Pew tonight, what if he was the one looking for a quick fuck?"

"Sly isn't like that. He just went with Pepe cause he knew it would piss Tweety off."

"And now you have to get involved in their beef?"

"He's my best friend."

"So you say."

Tom frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Spike didn't answer and Tom pushed off of his chest to look down at the taller teen, "Spike?"

Spike let out a sigh, "What do you think of me Tom?"

"What?"

"What do you think of me? What are we doing right now?" Spike asked as he sat up with his elbows braced against the bed and Tom pulled away a bit so he wasn't leaning on the other teen, "Every time I'm with you you're going on and on about Sylvester and what Sylvester did, and who he's dating. A few months ago when it was just you and me it was just you and me. Now it's you, me and Sylvester, it's a miracle he isn't here right now. I just… I'm not sure what I'm doing here anymore."

Tom just stared back at Spike for a moment, unsure of what to say as he bit his lip before he spoke, "You're here because… because you're my friend."

"Like Sylvester?"

"No!" Tom said quickly as he raked a hand through his hair, "I mean… you know what I mean Spike."

"No I don't." Spike said as he sat up completely and Tom looked away, "It's just, I get what it's like for him. Before I met Jerry, I was alone too and Sly told me how good things were with Tweety when they were younger but then they changed and he's all alone now, even with granny Webster. I want to be there for him Spike, I can't just abandon him."

"I'm not asking you to abandon him, Tomcat." Spike said with a frustrated sigh as he reached out to place his hand on Tom's cheek as he spoke, "I just want to make sure that you won't abandon me, although I'm pretty sure you're in love with Tike at this point." Tom gave a snort at the joke and Spike smiled, "I want to know that this… I need to know what this is. I've been trying to give you your space but I can't just sit around wondering anymore."

"I-I like you, as more than just a friend."

Spike let out a breath of relief as he smiled, "Good."

Tom let out a sigh, "You realize the football team is going to give you all kinds of shit for this later."

Spike gave a snort, "Please, we're playing Greendale in a few weeks and I'm the best player they have, no one's going to touch me."

Tom nodded lifting his hands so they rested on Spike's shoulders as he moved forward and sealed their lips in a kiss. For a moment Spike was honestly surprised, he hadn't expected Tom to kiss him, regardless of the fact that he wanted him to. But the taller teen recovered quickly as he wrapped his free arm around Tom's waist and tilted his head back a bit to deepen the kiss. Tom moaned wrapping his arms around Spike's neck and the taller teen felt his cheeks start to flush at the sound before he turned with Tom still in his arms and laid him back on the bed, straddling the teen's legs when the moment broke as Tom's phone suddenly started ringing on the bedside table.

Spike let out a growl of frustration as he pulled back and Tom huffed out panting breaths as he reached out to grab it. The teen paused as he stared at his phone before just turning it off and setting it back in its place and Spike frowned.

"What is it?"

"Nothing I can't handle later." Tom said with a smile as he grabbed a handful of Spike's shirt and pulled the teen back down and Spike grinned as he was pulled into another kiss.

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Can't you see what you do to me baby?

You make me crazy, you make me act like a maniac.

I'm like a lunatic, you make me sick

You truly are the only one who can do this to me

You just make me get so crazy.

I go skitzo, I get so insane I just go schizophrenic

One minute I want to slit your throat

The next I want to sex

You make me crazy,

The way we act like two maniacs in the sac

We fuck like two jackrabbits

And maybe that's a bad habit.

Cuz the next day we're right back at it

In the exact same pattern

What the fuck is the matter with us

Wile stared up at the ceiling in his room resisting the urge to look up at his window towards where he knew Randy's room was. The music went off hours ago and most of the cars had left the driveway.

Wile turned his phone off about an hour ago.

Why?

Well besides the fact that it was almost four in the morning, Randy wouldn't stop calling him. Regardless of the fact that the brunette had absolutely no idea how Randy Rhodes got a hold of his number, Wile just really didn't want to talk to him, at least not yet. Not when he still felt so weird about what happened in Randy's room before he left, which really made no sense whatsoever. I mean that's what he's always wanted right?

Or at least what he's wanted since middle school.

He wanted Randy Rhodes to notice him, to like him, to pay a little attention to him and maybe even like him back. But the moment Randy kissed him in his room and laid him on the bed Wile sort of knew that he would freak out at some point.

So much about the whole thing just felt wrong.

That's not how he imagined it would be like to be with Randy, although if Wile were being honest with himself he'd admit that he wasn't really sure what he'd been expecting from Randy.

Randy always just seemed so cool and collected and so under control whenever he saw the teen at school. He seemed calm, like it didn't really matter what situation he was in he'd always be able to handle it and that's sort of how he imagined Randy would be if they somehow managed to be a thing. He thought Randy would be the kind of boyfrie… boyfriend? Can a boy really call another boy he's dating his boyfriend?

Whatever, Wile just never thought that Randy would be any different to someone he liked after they started being a thing, and I suppose he wasn't really all that different. It's just that Randy caught him off guard.

Wile never expected Randy to suddenly tell him that he liked him, let alone tell him that he liked him like that. It just seemed so forward, like something that Daffy or maybe even Bugs would do, just go up to the person and confess without any fear of the consequences and admittedly it scared Wile a little. Although, the kissing sort of delayed his reaction time to the blue haired teens confession. He didn't realize how absolutely bizarre it was until Tweety suddenly came into the room and reality suddenly slapped him right in the face and his flight instincts finally seemed to kick in.

So he ran, because he needed time alone to think. Time to process the fact that his secret crush kissed him before confessing to the fact that he liked him before kissing him again, because on some level none of it seemed to be real. And on some level Wile worried that it wasn't. After all, Wile's pretty sure that Randy was high when he confessed and probably drunk too. What if it was just the drugs and booze talking and he didn't really like Wile the way that Wile hoped he would? What if Randy mistook him for someone else and really didn't mean to do the things that he did?

"Wile, you like me right? Tell me if you do."

O.K so maybe Randy knew that it was Wile, but that doesn't mean he meant to do what he did.

The brunette let out a sigh as he turned over onto his side, turning away from the window just as a light blush spread over his cheeks.

Randy said that he knows that Wile's been watching him. Super embarrassing, but then he also said that he watched Wile too.

What did he mean by that? Did he mean that he's caught Wile staring or that he was actually watching him? Maybe he was just messing with Wile, trying to get a reaction out of him, but that didn't really seem like Randy at all.

If he really was watching Wile; then why was he doing it?

It's not like there's anything overly interesting about the brown haired teen. He's just some skinny little nobody that hangs out with a couple of people Randy knows that's all. A couple of people being; Tazz and Daffy and therefore by extension Bugs.

It was right in the middle of these thoughts that Wile suddenly heard loud thumping at his door, causing him to give a startled jump since he could hear that over the music playing from his iPod. He quickly tugged the plugs from his ears to hear the thumping ringing through the house loud and clear. The teen sat up giving a quick glance towards the alarm clock beside his bed.

"03:35"

It's really really late or really really early depending on how you think about it.

Wile got up from the bed and made his way downstairs, briefly wondering if his parents had come back early for some reason only to frown in confusion at who he saw on the porch through the peephole.

Before the visitor could thump on the door again Wile opened it.

"T-Tazz, Sylvester? Wha-… What are you-"

Before Wile could finish his sentence he suddenly found himself with his arms full of the raven haired teen as Sylvester wrapped his arm around Wile's neck and started crying into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go. I just couldn't stay at home and Tweety… God, I'm such a fucking idiot!

Wile looked up with wide eyes at Tazz at a complete loss for what to do when the brunette sighed, "Tom isn't answering his phone and Sly said this is the only other place he'd go. I tried calling you but your phone is off."

Wile almost sighed himself, "I-I couldn't… Sorry, what happened?"

Tazz didn't say anything and Sylvester pulled back, his face was flushed and his eyes were filled with a mixture of anger and heart ache, roughly wiping his face with the back of his hand. Wile took in the raven's appearance. He never actually saw Sylvester at the party but Wile guessed that he hasn't really changed his clothes since he left. Somewhere in his mind he was wondering how on earth Sylvester managed to get past Granny Webster dressed the way he was. Wile would never refer to any his friends as hookers but he couldn't deny the fact that his choice of clothes could be described as being distinctly hooker like. And that's if you ignore all the hickeys dotted on his neck and the way his lips looked so dark and bruised.

"Wile, I did something really bad and now I don't know what to do… Fuck if Granny finds out-"Sylvester cut himself off biting his bottom lip, showing those braces on his teeth while he wrapped his arms around his waist and Wile looked up at Tazz feeling completely lost only for the other teen to look just as lost as he did.

"Is it O.K, if I stay here, just till Monday I swear?"

"Well…" Wile paused as he looked around himself. Technically he's supposed to be spending the weekend with Randy but Wile now had no intention of going anywhere near that house anymore and besides, his parents did say that they didn't want him home alone all weekend so…

"S-Sure." Wile said stepping aside with a slight smile, "My… parents are out of-out of town till Tuesday anyway."

Sylvester let out a sigh as he quickly stepped inside, "Thanks." After Sylvester stepped in he waited for Tazz to do the same only for the teen to shake his head, "Nah I gotta go. Just call if there's anything you need."

The brunette said flashing the other a grin even as his eyes darted towards the raven haired teen in the house but Wile tried to return the smile all the same. "O-Ohkay, bye Tazz."

Tazz waved him off as he walked away and Wile shut the door behind him before turning to find Sylvester standing awkwardly in the foyer so he cleared his throat and started walking towards the kitchen. "Want something to-to drink? We have soda, coffee…tea; I think we might have some h-hot chocolate."

"That sounds really good, thanks Wile." Sylvester said as Wile led him into the kitchen and he sat down at the kitchen table while the brunette worked. It was silent but not too uncomfortable, Wile was grateful that he could arrange his thoughts and just focus on doing one thing at a time until he finally turned back with two cups of hot chocolate in his hands, setting one in front of the teen who gave him a mumbled thank you while Wile took his seat on the opposite side of the small table with his own.

Sylvester let out a soft sigh after the first sip and almost seemed to relax as he slouched down into his seat a little more, "It's really good."

Wile nodded with a small smile before he spoke, "Slyly, what happened?"

Sylvester shook his head, "I did something I shouldn't have."

"What d-did you do?"

"I-" Sylvester cut himself off, his face suddenly flushed one shade darker and both his hands seemed to tense and clench around the mug that he held, Wile frowned as he waited for the other teen to speak until he finally just let out a frustrated sigh and blurted out-

"I fucked Tweety."

Wile's eyes went impossibly wide and he almost chocked on the sip of hot chocolate he took, coughing loudly as he tried to catch his breath. "Ugh-ugh!"

"Shit Wile! Are you O.K?" Sly asked with a look of alarm before raking a hand through his hair, "I-I know it's really fucked up-"

"You-you you what?!" Wile barely managed not to screech and Sylvester's blush went one shade deeper, "Well I mean, we didn't actually like… put anything anywhere but both still you know-please don't make me say it Wile."

"B-but how?!" Wile said before he realized exactly what he just asked and he realized he didn't want to know the answer, "I-I mean, why? I thought you two-I thought he hated you and you-"

"Hated him?" Sylvester raked a hand through his hair again, "I don't know, alright. We were just, we were fighting like always cause Tweety caught me making out with Pepe outside at the party and flipped his shit. He hit Pepe and then forced me to get in his car and I was mad. I swear I was so pissed that we argued the whole way home and then we got in the house and I told him to go fuck himself and then… Fuck I don't know what happened. We were kissing, suddenly we were in his room and on the bed and the next thing I knew it was over." Sylvester rambled out in a hurry rubbing his face in frustration before he got up from his seat and started pacing in the kitchen while Wile struggled for a reply.

"And then I just, got up and I ran, I left the house and I called Tazz cause I can't believe-… Tweety's a dick but he's supposed to be my brother too, I mean if Granny found out that I, that we-Fucking hell how did everything get so screwed up?!"

Wile looked down at his cup for a moment trying to think of something to say when a thought suddenly came to mind and he couldn't stop himself from voicing it.

"Not by blood."

Sly paused, "What?"

"I-I mean you're related but not by-not by blood." Wile swallowed hard as his cheeks tinged pink and his voice went soft, "I mean it's not that big a deal and you only-you only did it once right. Plus like you said you didn't actually… you know."

Sylvester watched the teen for a moment before looking away in thought, "Ye-Yeah I guess. It's not like we're going to do it again right. It was just a mistake, a onetime thing." There was something odd in Sylvester's tone as he said the last part and Wile couldn't help but frown as he watched the other teen touch his lips when he said it.

"Sly?"

Sylvester looked up at the other teen in slight surprise like he just remembered he was there before giving a small smile as he quickly sat down, "Yeah just a mistake. I bet when I go back on Monday, everything will be back to normal right?"

"Right."

The raven haired teen let out a heavy sigh as he picked up the cup of hot chocolate again, "Thanks Wile, you always know what to say."

Wile flushed a little at the compliment even though he wasn't really sure how true that was, Sylvester continued. "I really appreciate letting me stay here. I can still stay here right? Just till Monday once everything's blown over with Tweety."

Wile nodded, "Yeah but what-what about Mrs. Webster? Won't she be worried?"

"I'll call her in the morning and make something up." Sylvester said as he picked up the cup and took a sip from it and Wile nodded his head, "M-maybe you should call Tom too."

Sylvester shook his head, "Tom and I got into a fight and… he's probably busy with Spike anyway. I'll talk to him on Monday."

"Daffy?"

The raven gave a snort, "No way. I don't think I can deal with him right now. I like it better with just the two of us anyway. No drama you know."

Wile gave a smile, feeling warmth spread through his chest at the ravens words as he gave a nod, "Y-Yeah no drama."

Sylvester suddenly looked down at himself and picked at his shirt with a frown, "Hey, do you have some extra clothes I could borrow. I only put these on cause of Pepe and-"

"S-sure." Wile said as he got up from his seat nodding towards the hall way. "I think I might have something that'll fit."

Sylvester got up along with him and Wile led him up the stairs and into his room. The brunette walked over to the closet only to tense when he felt a shiver run down his spine and his head snapped up towards the window. But he didn't see anything, other than Randy's window which showed nothing but a dark curtains behind a glass pane anyway.

"Nice room." Sylvester said as he sat down on the bed only to find Wile staring out the window. "Something wrong?"

Wile shook his head and looked back at the teen, "N-no I just… never mind. PJ's are.., they're O.K right?"

"Yeah." Sylvester said with a smile, "It'll be like our first sleep over."

And at that Wile blushed. He hadn't thought of it that way. He's never had a sleep over before since he's never had friends to invite to his house before.

"Hey, Wile are you O.K?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Wile said quickly as he turned back to his closet.

It's going to be a long weekend.

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He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs

But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,

The whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth but the words won't come out

He's choking how, everybody's joking now

The clocks run out times up over, blaow

Snap back to reality. Oh there goes gravity

Oh there goes Rabbit, he chocked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no

He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes

It don't matter, he's dope

He knows that but he's broke

He's so sad that he knows

When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its

Back to the lab again, yo

This whole rhapsody

He better go capture this moment and hope it

Don't pass him

Back and forth, back and forth.

Run stop crouch touch, run stop crouch touch.

It's Monday and they're running drills across the field.

Coach Sam stood by the side lines talking to the principle about some shady checks that the gym teacher charged to his school account, so the ginger haired man decided to have his team drills while he tried to explain exactly why he needed a new pistol to coach his teams more efficiently.

Running didn't really take too much concentration so the blue haired teen decided to use this as an opportunity to think about other things that have been plaguing him as of late. Very confusing things concerning a certain skinny brunette with the darkest brown eyes that Randy's ever seen in his life.

"I don't know what to do anymore." Bugs said just as they paused and reached down towards the touch line before turning back and Randy glanced up at the other's flushed face for a moment before looking up ahead. Bugs decided to use their time running as a way of thinking about other things as well, or rather Bugs decided to spend their time driving everyone insane with his frustrated ramblings on a certain raven haired idiot.

"He just drives me so fucking insane you know." Bugs panted out as they ran to the other side of the field. "It's like no matter what I do or what I say that moron just doesn't get it."

"Now Bugs I understand, I say, I understand that you're feeling a little frustrated right now," Foghorn panted out as he ran on the far right next to Tazz, "But it's not fair of you to call Daffy names when you're the one that isn't making your intentions clear."

"I'm not making my intentions clear?" Bugs hissed out with a glare directed towards the red-haired teen. "Fog, I've done… everything short of bending him over a table and dry humping him."

"Maybe that's what it's going to take." One of the others near the back said and Bugs gave an annoyed growl, "Yeah right, Daffy'll probably think that it's some kind of joke, he'd probably just bitch about getting his hair messed up before begging Tina to redo it for him."

Foghorn huffed out a sigh just as they crouched down again before they started running, "What I meant is, maybe you should tell Daffy you like him instead of just hinting at it."

"That won't work."

"How do you know that?"

"I just… you know what Daffy's like." Bugs said softly as they kept running, "He hates the idea of being committed. It's a miracle Tyr'ahnee actually managed to get him to be her boyfriend before they broke up."

"I'm not sure Daffy knew he was her boyfriend until it was too late." Tazz suddenly put in with a smirk and Bugs sighed, while Foghorn frowned, "Commitment, but Bugs I say Bugs, you realize you're still in high school right?"

Bugs gave an exasperated sigh, "I know that but," They all paused to a crouch before continuing. "I want Daffy to be mine; I want him to want me like I want him. I want to kiss him whenever I want without being worried about him losing his shit."

A chorus of ooh's called all across the players and Bugs rolled his eyes as he flipped them all off, "Bite me, alright?"

The players laughed and Tazz huffed out a sigh, "None of that is going to happen with you playing games with Daffy, Bugs."

"He's right." Foghorn started, "I hate to say it, I say, I hate to say it but Daffy can be a little dense sometimes. You need to be upfront if you want him to really pay attention to you."

Bugs stayed silent as they touched the next line before he looked up with a glare of determination in his eyes, "You know what you're right. Enough screwing around, tomorrow I'm telling him the truth."

Randy watched the teen beside him for a moment before looking up ahead as well.

If only it were that simple, cause see if it were that simple then Randy wouldn't have fucked up so badly last Friday with Wile.

"I'll tell him, I'll say; Daffy I've liked you since we first met when we were twelve."

Randy's liked Wile since they met after Randy's father got transferred and they moved to Greendale all those years ago.

Well they never really met when Randy started school there, but he definitely noticed Wile. While everyone else stared at him with unbridled curiosity, bombarding him with one question after the next, Wile just stayed in the back of the class, hiding behind his blue beanie and brown sweater with those brown bangs of hair covering his eyes about half way. Randy thought he looked cute, adorable even, but when he asked the other kids who that was they just told him the kids name and how he never actually talked or played with anyone so none of them ever even bothered.

"And when you asked me if I could help you find the library because you wanted to look up ways to turn yourself into a superhero, with that weird lisp you had cause of your braces, I knew we'd be best friends forever." Bugs continued and Randy sighed.

The first time Wile talked to Randy the blue haired teen had been beyond excited. But he tried to stay calm and just be friendly since he didn't want to scare Wile off and he could tell that it took a lot out of the boy to just walk up and try to approach him like that. But Wile still got spooked and he ran. That's the way it was for the next couple of months until Wile stopped trying all together and Randy started getting incredibly agitated. He'd almost reached the point where he planned to just corner the teen and force him to talk to him at least once when he suddenly realized that Wile was watching him and Randy couldn't help but like the idea of being watched. He liked the idea of being the center of attention of a boy that normally never paid attention to anyone else and suddenly understood what he'd heard his cousin say one day when she was talking to one of her friends over the phone.

The best way to get someone's attention is to play hard to get, get them to chase after you.

And that's what Randy did, with dissatisfying results.

"And then Fresh men year I realized that I really really like you. Like-" Bugs paused for a moment just as they touched the next line before he spoke, "Like Batman liked Cat woman."

"God, that's cheesy." One of the players said while another gave a snort, "You realize that they broke up right?"

"Bite! Me!" Bugs hissed at the player and they just laughed.

"I think you should be asking Daffy to bite you."

"Like Cat woman did with Batman."

They laughed again, Bugs growled in frustration but otherwise ignored them.

"I'll say; Daffy I want us to be more than just friends."

Randy huffed out a sigh.

It's been about three years since he realized why he started watching Wile watch him. He realized exactly how much he liked the brunette and exactly that much time for Randy to chicken out of confronting the teen about it.

Wile always just seemed so fragile; Randy was scared of coming on too strong and scaring the other teen off. But he noticed that Wile never stopped watching him so he decided to let Wile be the one to make the first move, but he never did.

Wile was shy, painfully shy, which made Randy's situation even more difficult since he didn't know exactly how to go about approaching the teen. Which also in turn led to Randy kind of sort of… stalking Wile.

"I want you to wear my jacket to my games and let me hold you when we walk home from school together."

At first he'd only meant to find a way to sort of run into Wile to get his attention, or rather get his immediate attention. Put them in a situation where Wile would have to interact with him and just say something so Randy could start talking to him but he ended up just following Wile home every other day when he didn't have football practice. Wile would usually have his earphones plugged in so he'd be too absorbed in his own world to see anything around him and somehow Randy couldn't find it in himself to disturb him. The brunette just looked so absorbed, with his eyes glazed over and the hair that peeked out from under his hoody moving in the wind; he looked so at peace that Randy would just watch him walk home. And admittedly he may or may not have dropped some hints to his father about the house next to Wile's when his Dad announced that they'd be selling theirs after he got a raise at work.

Although the room thing was complete accident. Randy hadn't realized that the room he picked to be his own was the one that was right across from Wile's room at the Coyote house. It wasn't until later that night when they moved in that he actually saw Wile getting undressed in his room that he realized why Wile was staring out his window with wide eyes when he came over with his mom that afternoon.

He should've asked his mom to let him move to the other room across the hallway, so Wile could have his privacy but Randy just couldn't.

"Daffy I can't stop thinking about you. Even when you're being a total ass and piss me off so badly I feel like I want to strangle you, you give me that cocky smile and then all I want to do is pin you down and fuck you till you can't stand."

"OH DUDE C'MON!"

"Overshare, Bugs."

"No one wants to think about you and Daffy taking each other apart!"

"Shut up McMillan." Bugs said with a glare as they kept moving and Randy's cheeks flushed a little more despite the flush of exertion he was already sporting.

Wile was always on his mind.

Wile was always covered up from head to toe whenever Randy saw him at school, always in that brown hoodie with the hood pulled up, a loose pair of jeans and sneakers. So when Randy realized that Wile's room was across from his and that he could in fact see well enough into Wile's room at night to see the teen get undressed Randy didn't look away, regardless of how wrong he knew it was.

Wile was on the skinny side but his skin was all warm caramel in the orange glow of his bed light at night, his thick hair fell down around his shoulders, slipping over the smooth skin as he moved and his nipples were a dusky brown.

Up until that point Randy's fantasies and daydreams of Wile were fairly innocent; centered on what it would be like to kiss the other teen or hold him in his arms, watching as a light blush spread across his cheeks because of something that Randy said. But then he saw Wile getting undressed for the first time and things took a turn for the severely less innocent and incredibly creepy.

Randy felt his flush heat a little more and was thankful that the running helped distract him enough that he didn't start developing a hard on, since he'd have no way of explaining that. The blue haired teen quickly forced back the memory of him getting off in the shower after watching Wile get dressed in his room one night. Only to suppress a growl when he remembered Friday night when he and Wile were in his room and it all felt so goddamn right even through his high, only for Tweety to barge in and ruin everything.

Wile's mouth tasted like whiskey and coke, but his skin tasted clean soft and perfect as Randy sucked and bit his neck. His lips were soft too if not a little chapped. Randy could feel Wile's heart race against his chest when he pressed their bodies together and felt the heat coming off of the brunette's skin. A soft whimper reached his ears even as he felt Wile kiss him back and wrap his arms around the jock's neck before this hands moved up into Randy's hair.

It was perfect, he was so close. He asked if Wile wanted him and just before the brunette could answer Tweety happened.

Thomas fucking Webster that spoilt sick brat, the next time Randy gets his hands on him-

"I'll say…" Bugs swallowed hard and slowly came to a stop causing Foghorn to stop as well and since the others usually followed the redhead's lead they all stopped, huffing panting breaths and bracing their hands on their knees when Bugs finished, "I'll say Daffy I'm in love with you and I hope you love me too."

Love, Randy isn't sure if he loves Wile, but he knows that he wants him enough to try and find out.

The team went silent for one perfect moment when someone in the back suddenly spoke, "Alright, I'll say it. That's so fucking beautiful, I think I might be in love with you."

Bugs glared at the blonde standing near the outer sides of the group, "Fuck off McMillan."

"No I'm serious." The blonde teased, "Or you know if you're not interested, I could just hit up Daffy myself."

"Try it and I'll end you."

"Hey, what're you maggots standing around for?! Did I tell you could stop?!" Coach Yosemite suddenly screeched causing the players to flinch as they turned to find the man still standing with a frustrated principle Ackley. Foghorn let out a sigh as he stepped forward, "We've already run all the laps, I said, we already ran all the laps coach."

"Do I look like I care-"

"Coach." The woman warned as she brushed back the strand of hair that fell out of its bun behind her ear before looking up at the team, "Boys, take a break. Coach Sam will be with you once we've finished here."

The teens all let out sighs of relief as they walked over to the bleachers. Randy flopped down in front of his duffle bag and pulled out his water bottle when Tazz sat down beside him.

"Look who decided to show up." They heard Coach Sam suddenly say and Randy looked up only to suppress a growl when he saw that it was Tweety.

They didn't share any classes so Randy was able to avoid running into the teen lest he lose his cool and strangle Tweety because of happened that weekend. Not just because of the thing in Randy's room but because of what happened later when he saw Sylvester in Wile's room at four am in the morning.

Randy tried not to think about it too much because technically he had no right to. Wile and Sylvester were friends, so why wouldn't the raven haired teen spend the night at his friend's house. But somehow it irked him, ate away at him in the worst way and made it almost impossible for Randy to even attempt to talk to Wile that day since Wile had Sylvester by his side for the majority of the day and Randy just knew he'd do something stupid if he even thought about approaching the teen.

The last time he saw Sylvester, Randy was pretty high, but he still remembers seeing a giant bird knock out a skunk before grabbing a black and white cat and dragging it out of the house. He's pretty sure that was Tweety, Pepe and Sylvester especially from the stories he heard around the house. Meaning that Tweety fucked up yet again which is why Sylvester spent the entire weekend at Wile's.

Something that, again, irked Randy in the worst way.

Tweety barely even spared the coach a glance as he walked over to the bleachers and dumped his duffle bag on the ground.

"Where have you been?" Bugs asked giving his friend a curious look and Tweety shook his head, obviously in a foul mood as he ripped off his jacket and tossed it to the ground. "Nowhere."

Foghorn arched a brow at the teen before just letting out a deep breath, "Well, we've already warmed up, but you still have some time before principle Ackley finishes tearing coach Sam a new one."

"Whatever."

"What's with you?" Bugs asked with a frown and Randy finally looked up only to pause when he saw how tense Tazz suddenly was.

"Are you O.K?"

"I'm fine." Tazz ground out as he got up and made to walk away, "I need to take a leak."

The brunette got about as far as the end of the lower bench where Tweety was stuffing his jacket in his bag when the blonde suddenly spoke, stopping him short.

"Where are you going?"

Tazz just rolled his eyes, "Fuck off Tweety."

"Hey I'm talking to you." The blonde said as he grabbed Tazz's arm and the brunette growled in warning as he glared at the hand on his arm, Tweety just smirked, "What're you, an animal?"

"Tweety, I said, Tweety don't start." Foghorn said as he stepped closer while the rest of the team went silent.

Tweety just ignored him, "Where'd you take him?"

"Where'd I take who?"

"I saw you pick Sylvester up on Friday. He never came home and he didn't go home after school today." Tweety said with a glare, "Where's my brother, Tazz?"

"Your brother?" Tazz scoffed as he shrugged out of Tweety's grip, "That's rich coming from you. You almost sound worried."

"Don't fuck with me dog boy."

"Even if I knew where he was, exactly what makes you think I'd tell you?" Tazz ground out, lisping the way he usually did whenever he got aggravated, "All you ever do is hurt him Tweety and I don't know what you did to him on Friday, but I'm not letting you do it again. I'm sick of your bullshit."

A few of the players paused, Tazz never cursed or even got upset enough to even attempt to curse.

Tweety fucked up.

"C'mon guys, just calm down alright?" Bugs said as he got up from his seat and Tweety glared hard, "Stay out of this Bugs."

"Tweety-"

"Stay out of it!" Tweety hissed out as his glare intensified, "What makes you think you know anything about Sly and I? He's been mine for nine years, what the hell gives you the right to-"

"I know you're an asshole that doesn't deserve him. If granny Webster ever found out about half of the shit you put him through she would've lost it Tweety. The only reason she doesn't know is because Sly is keeping it from her, he's keeping it a secret so it doesn't break her heart." Tazz said as he stepped back and made to turn away, "Oh and news flash Blondie, Sly doesn't belong to you. Fucking freak."

The next few seconds went by in a flash. By the time that Randy snapped out of his shock Tazz and Tweety were on the ground, fighting viciously as they punched and kicked which inevitably drew the attention of anyone that was near the football field at the time, including Coach Sam and principle Ackley.

"What the hell?!"

"Boys! Stop that right now!"

Bugs, Foghorn and Randy jumped in to pull the two apart. Foghorn and Randy grabbed Tazz while Bugs and one of the other players pulled Tweety off of him.

"You fucking, redneck-"

"Piss off-"

"That's enough!" Principle Ackley said while the teens continued to glare at one another as they were held back, the woman kept the teens in a level glare as she hissed, "What is the meaning of this?… Well?"

Neither teen answered and Coach Sam stepped forward, "The lady asked you a question brats."

No answer principle Ackley looked over to Foghorn, "Mr. Leghorn, care to explain?"

The red head looked away, "I'm not sure mam."

"You're not sure." the woman said in disbelief before she just let out a heavy sigh, "Webster and Deville, go to my office and wait there for me. We'll have to call your parents and find out if they know anything."

Tweety's eyes went wide, "But Mrs. Ackley-"

"You can clear all this up right now by just telling me what happened." The woman challenged and Tweety turned away just as he was let go and Randy and Foghorn did the same with Tazz.

"Have it your way. Office, now."

A/N:

Change in plans

The next part is very Sylvester/Tweety heavy but I haven't totally figured out how I want their confrontation to go down. Daffy's going to interfere-because of course he will- and I know how they end up but I need more time to work on that one so I'm putting this up for now since it's been a while since I last put up an update for this one.

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