A/N: Hey guys!It's good to be back! Sorry for the long delay, I actually didn't know how I was going to start this next chapter. My beta Harmony Valenka Smith, remained as helpful as ever, so once again special thanks to her! But then, I got a wonderful suggestion from 'No one Special' who wanted a POV from the other Daffy and some angry Bugs. I don't normally do suggestions as I tend to screw them up and the end product is almost always something drastically different than the suggestion, but I couldn't resist.

Hope you all enjoy and I hope I didn't screw up too bad, No One Special. :)

Chapter inspiration: Do You Know? By Enrique Iglesias and Beyonce's rendition of All I Could Do Was Cry

This chapter was a blast to write. Of course, it helps when I have awesome readers like you guys. Thanks for the reviews/favorites/follows, they mean a lot to me. Okay, I officially make these author's notes too long lol. On to the story:

What It Feels Like

Do you know what it feels like loving someone who's in a rush to throw you away?

Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?

—Enrique Iglesias, Do You Know

I was losing the man that I love, and all I could do was cry.

— All I Could Do Was Cry

— The 'Other' Daffy's POV

Daffy was freaking out. He had searched the whole mansion and there was no sign of Bugs. His boyfriend hadn't been there when he woke up that morning, which was normal if Bugs slept at his chateau, but Bugs hadn't gone to his chateau, they were both too tired after Lola's party and they crashed as soon as they hit the bed, so Bugs had to be here.

Bugs would normally leave a note if he had to step out suddenly, or he would call or leave a voice message or a text or something. This was very strange and very alarming.

He tried to be rational, and he was for a little while…after all, people didn't just vanish into thin air, right? But then he walked around the mansion and realized Bugs' stuff was missing and of course, the panic returned.

His first thought was maybe they had had a fight, but then he quickly shot that idea down as it didn't make sense. Unless they fought while Daffy was out cold, then there had to be other reasons for Bugs' absence.

All that was confusing enough, but nothing beat the stupefaction he got when, as he was pacing back and forth across his living room, racking his brain for answers, he stepped on a forgotten magazine.

It was one of the popular ones, those magazines that really had no educational or informational value, but were read by teenagers, bored housewives or even some hopeful urbanites wishing to be the famous people spread throughout the pages. Daffy scoffed at them, even though he was guilty of having a subscription to Celebrity! himself.

As he picked up the magazine, which had fallen on its face, he couldn't help but think of Bugs and his soft reprimands about reading such, as the blue eyed man so eloquently put it 'brain rotting crap that has nothing to do with our actual lives, but only serve to have us look bad in public.'

Scanning the front cover, he saw that it was dated a few days ago. His eyes caught the picture that was front page news and there big and bold for the entire world to see, was Bugs kissing Lola, but the most disturbing part was the heading 'Lola Alves and Bugs Bronx celebrate their anniversary with an engagement.'

Daffy couldn't believe his eyes. What was Bugs doing engaged to Lola? Was Bugs a two timing cheat? It couldn't be true. Daffy refused to believe that. And yet there it was: front page news. Tempted, he flipped through to the article to see if maybe it was some type of hideous joke the magazine decided to pull. But reading the article only confirmed his suspicions, Bugs was seeing Lola and he didn't even have the decency to confess to Daffy.

He picked up his phone and tearfully filled Porky in on everything. To his surprise, Porky laughed. "Daffy, real funny. So Baffy is over and Bugs has moved on with his life, I think you, of all people should be happy for him. After all he is your costar, no matter what malice you two have; you should at least congratulate him."

"Oh, I'll congratulate him alright." Daffy smiled evilly through the tears that continued to run down his face. "Can you drop me by his home? I want to wish him and his new fiancé good luck on their engagement."

When Porky arrived, Daffy was already waiting in the driveway. He had taken a shower, drank some coffee and pulled himself together in the time it took Porky to arrive so he'd be ready to face the man who broke his heart.

"Hey Daffy!" Porky greeted his friend with a smile and a hug, but Daffy was unresponsive. "Daffy, what's wrong? Please don't tell me it's about Baffy. I thought if anyone was more aware that it was fake, it'd be you." Porky's tender smile morphed into a worried expression.

"And Porky, I thought you of all people would know that Bugs and I were dating, after all, you're my best friend. You know everything about me." Daffy frowned, feeling annoyed and upset while still trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.

Porky's worried expression twisted back into a smile. "Okay, now I know you're just messing with me. How about after this, you and I both go to Old Paul's for a drink? I'm buying!" He slapped Daffy on the back and let out a loud laugh.

Daffy glared at his long time friend. "Don't mock my sobriety." He said murderously, before walking towards Porky's car and getting into the passenger side.

Together they drove to Bugs' chateau without saying another word to each other.

Once they arrived, Daffy hopped out of the car at break neck speed with Porky struggling to keep up behind him.

Rosalind, Bugs' maid, answered the door that Daffy was angrily trying to knock off its hinges.

"Where's Mr. Bronx?" He asked, politely and calmly, despite the rage coursing through his veins and a concerned Porky looking at him anxiously.

"Mr, D'artagnan?" Rosalind appeared confused upon seeing him, which was strange as he had been over to Bugs' many times. "You're here to see Mr. Bronx? He should be here soon; he went out for lunch with Ms. Alves." She smiled as she mentioned Bugs' name, her fondness for her employer showing through. Little did she know that soon she'd have to bury her employer because Daffy was full on ready to kill.

The sadness and hurt were still there, competing for his attention inside his heart, but Daffy was well acquainted with these feelings and knew how to function when he was dying inside. He was letting the fury take over for now, all those other emotions he'd deal with later.

How could Bugs take advantage of him like that? Promise him forever and then take it away? Well, he wasn't going to let him get away with it. Daffy would set things right, even if it was the last thing he did.

Rosalind let them in. She offered both he and Porky refreshments, but they both turned them down. Pure adrenaline was rushing through Daffy.

They didn't have to wait long; Bugs and Lola pulled up into the huge driveway and made their way to the front entrance as Porky was trying, for the thousandth time that day, to calm Daffy down.

Bugs looked very different from the last time Daffy saw him. Instead of his trademark, loose fitting, faded jeans and nineteen eighties band tees, he was wearing golf shorts and a polo shirt with a sweater tied around his neck. He looked like the movie star version of himself, the side he always told Daffy he hated the most. "That's not me." He'd say.

When Bugs saw Daffy, the smile on his face, that Daffy observed didn't touch his eyes as he laughed at one of Lola's jokes, quickly morphed into a hard glare. "Rosalind, what is he doing here?" He questioned and every syllable stung like acid.

Daffy was in Bugs' space in seconds. "You no good, two timing cheat! What do you mean what am I doing here? After you threw me away like I was a piece of trash, you just expect me to sit there and cry about it?"

Bugs face morphed into confusion and then his scowl matched Daffy's. "Look, if this is about Baffy ending. I had nothing to do with it. The producers said it was time we gave it a break."

Daffy's scowl deepened. "This isn't about damn Baffy. This is about you leaving me and getting engaged to her, when you said you loved me!"

The room fell silent, save for a few gasps. All eyes were on him and Bugs, who only inched closer to Daffy until he was towering over the dark-haired man. "I don't know where you got your silly delusions from," He said, voice dropping lower and sounding more sinister with every word, "if this is one of your pranks or if you're simply drunk, but I would like it if you left my home, right now."

"Screw you!" Daffy exclaimed. "I'm not going anywhere without a damn explanation!"

Bugs ran a hand through his grey hair and sighed, acting as if the whole conversation was physically exhausting. "What do you want me to say? I love Lola; I'm getting married to Lola. I see no reason for you to care."

"No reason for me to care? God, how could you be so awful?" Daffy felt the traitorous tears fall down his face, but he made no effort to wipe them away.

For a second, there was a flash of longing, of regret, of sympathy in Bugs' captivating pale blue eyes, before it was gone and the intimidating walls came back up.

"You need to leave." Was all he said.

It was then that Daffy slapped him. "You're no good." He spat and threw the promise ring that Bugs had given him a long time ago, at the other man's face.

It all happened so fast after that. While Bugs stood there, shocked by Daffy's actions, Daffy turned on Lola. "And you," he pointed to her. "you can rot in hell with him. Forget we were ever friends."

He thanked Rosalind for her kindness, took Porky's hand and they walked out of the large mansion and back to the car, where Daffy sat quietly while Porky drove.

"Do you, um, want to talk about it?" Porky asked when they were back on the main road.

Daffy looked at him with unshed tears in his eyes. "What do you want me to say? That the man I love has been cheating on me with our mutual friend and I had no idea? Do you want us to hold hands and sing Kumbaya and hope that this all goes away?"

Porky blinked. "N-no." He stammered. "I just figured, since you're all worked up about it—"

"Worked up about it? Porky, he was the man who helped me sober up, he's the man I love and now he's gone. God, how could I have been so stupid?" Daffy covered his face with his hands and wept.

Porky rubbed his shoulder gently. "Come on Daffy. Don't feel so bad. What do you want to do? I don't know about this apparent new sobriety kick you're on, but I'm going to support you. Whatever you want to do, I'm up for it. I still don't know about you and Bugs, and to be honest this whole thing confuses the hell out of me, but you can come over to my place and we can just relax."

"Oh Porky, you're so sweet. Thank you, but I think I'm going to go home, play some Etta James, and bury myself in a pint of ice cream." He managed a tentative smile.

Porky nodded. "Well, you know where to find me, if you need me." Then: "Try not to need me." He warned playfully and then gently nudged Daffy on the shoulder. Despite himself, Daffy laughed and advised Porky to keep his eyes on the road as the other man was getting easily distracted.

Nothing was making sense today, but he knew one thing: even though it felt as if his life was ending, he knew in reality it was just beginning. His head new this, but convincing his heart of this was going to be the hard part. With the filming having wrapped up, at least he had time, time to prepare himself to move on. He knew it would be tough, what with all the magazines and news channels covering Bugs' engagement, but he knew he was strong, he had to be.

A/N: Well, things are definitely going topsy turvy in the two worlds. Daffy needs to set things right, but how? And which Daffy? This is spelling out as a recipe for disaster. Keep reading guys! I love you all. *Hugs*

Btw, All I Could Do Was Cry is such a sad, beautiful song. It just inspires me to write. :D