A/N: Hello everyone! Happy Holidays! I wanted to add a little mini series into this story. I've never done this before, but I do like adding Sylvester and Tweety into my Baffy stories, because I think they are cute too and they complement the story. :)

Special thanks to my beta Harmony Valenka Smith for being awesome in general and a kick butt beta!

And thank you all for sticking with me and reading my fics. I appreciate it so much!

Enjoy!

Tory "Tweety" Lexington was a good soul, a kind person and a great neighbor. He always tried to be the best person he could be, and strongly believed that the right way to start your day was to put your best foot forward.

He also wasn't a bad student; his lowest GPA ever was a 3.5 and even then his teachers still loved him. His nickname in school was even "Sweetie Tweety".

He never got into fights and was second to the Chandlers (first popular people in school) on the popularity chain.

So why on earth was he being sent to detention with the roughest, toughest, thugs the school ever had, blamed for a violation of rules that he didn't commit? He had no idea.

But he was going to find out.

The blond boy knocked on the door of the classroom where his punishment awaited, frowning the whole time.

"Come in!" Yelled a voice way too cheerful for the situation.

Tweety twisted the door handle, walking in and preparing to sit down at a seat in the far back when he was stopped by a man sitting with at the teacher's desk.

"Well hello there Freshm- Tweety Lexington?"

When Tweety looked up with his sad blue eyes, he regretted it immediately. Because sitting there, ruffled ebony hair, surprise shining in his dark green eyes, and a hint of an amused smile on his lips was Mr. Cyrus, great teacher who was known for giving the School Board a heart attack because he never played by the rules and Tweety's (and a whole lot of girls') long time crush. In fact, as he stood up, towering over Tweety by a good couple of feet, Tweety could see that he was wearing an untucked white shirt, black pants and red All Star Converse Low Tops and couldn't stop the blush that rose to color his cheeks.

"Are you lost Tweety?" Mr. Cyrus asked, raising a dark eyebrow and folding his arms. He was the youngest teacher they had at the school and because he was closer to the students in age, a lot of them got along with him. Except Tweety who, after realizing that he had a crush on him, never took any one of his classes. Tweety wasn't a liar, especially not with himself. He knew that having a crush on his freaking teacher was not a path he wanted to go down.

"Uhh no, Sir. I was sent here."

Mr. Cyrus' emerald eyes widened in even more shock. "You? For what?"

"For pulling the fire alarm on Monday."

"Jeez, didn't think you had it in you." Mr. Cyrus said, Tweety didn't fail to notice the hint of interest in his tone.

"That's just the thing - I didn't do it. Someone set me up."

Mr. Cyrus raked a hand through his hair. "And now you're stuck here in Perdition. I'm telling ya, the people who run this school are a bunch of wackos."

Tweety couldn't help it - he laughed, feeling slightly better. "I agree."

Mr. Cyrus smiled, flashing his white teeth and giving Tweety heart palpitations at the same time. "Well, unfortunately, I have to keep you here until everything sorts itself out. Just be careful, detention isn't the kind of place a kid like you should spend his time."

Tweety nodded, but he felt sort of weird by Mr. Cyrus calling him a kid. Mr. Cyrus looked like he could be in his early twenties while Tweety was turning eighteen in two months. They weren't that far off…

"Umm thanks?" He muttered instead.

"You're welcome." The teacher smiled again. Tweety walked away before his heart made any more vicious contractions.

He found a seat next to a girl, Lola he thinks her name was? She's doodling something and when Tweety looked over to see what it was, he actually got awestruck. She must be an art student, he thought, because that flower is pretty cool.

"Right," Came Mr. Cyrus' voice from the front of the room, pulling Tweety from his thoughts "you all know why you're here. I'm not going to lie to you, I've spent my fair share of days in detention and I know it's not fun. You're all good students, maybe just misunderstood, so here's hoping you all do your time and never get sent here again."

After an hour of having the students write in journals. It was time for everyone to leave. Mr. Cyrus goes over to Tweety who is still sitting down after everyone's already left.

"Tweety? You seem distracted." The teen almost jumped out of his seat. Mr. Cyrus was leaning against the desk beside him, watching him with concern.

Tweety's mind had gone to a place where he imagined Mr. Cyrus being the kind of student who got sent to detention regularly. He could sort of see it, after all, the teacher didn't really seem like he cared about school rules, but did his job teaching for the love of it and Tweety couldn't help but be impressed.

"Are you busy on Fridays?"

Tweety blinked. Was Mr. Cyrus asking him out? He had no idea how to answer. Then he just decided on the truth. "No not really."

The teacher smirked. "Really, you're a pretty popular student. I'm surprised."

"I study on Friday nights, Mr. Cyrus."

"Please call me Sylvester. Anyways, Tina, or you know her as Miss Russo, recommended you as a T.A. And I could really use one. Are you interested?" Mr. Cyrus bit his lip and looked away, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. He almost looked nervous. But he couldn't be, could he?

Without thinking, Tweety nodded. "Um, of course!" He might have said that a little too loud.

A wide grin formed on Mr. - Sylvester's face. "Also, it gets you out of detention."

"Then a hundred percent yes!" Tweety giggled. He knew he just broke his rule of getting too close to a teacher he liked, but one look at Sylvester before Tweety walked away and he figured that it could be a little fun. After all, all work and no play made Jack a dull boy. But he would find out who blamed him for the fire alarm incident. If it was the last thing he did...

A/N: If you guys like this little bonus series subplot thing, feel free to let me know. I know it's a little late to post it in the middle of the story, but I assure you guys it will all blend sooner or later lol.

I wonder who tried to set Tweety up?

Have a magical day!