Hey there everyone! I'm here with another chapter of Unlikely Friends. Hopefully you enjoy, and I'm sorry if it's a bit short. The next chapter will be more fun. Enjoy everyone.

"Hey," Bonnie said slowly, "I know Freddy said he'd come to this but...why the hell are we here?"

"We're here to be supportive," Chica said, tsking lightly. Her eyes lit up. "Oh! I think they're starting!" Mangle rolled her eyes and leaned back against the bleachers.

"They aren't starting yet," she said, tail flicking, "They're practicing for the race."

"That makes no sense," Chica said, "why would you practice running?" Mangle snorted, looking towards the girl.

"You think he was always this fast?" Mangle asked, amusement glittering in her eyes and Chica nodded, "he wasn't. He's always been fast, but he's only able to run like he does because he runs so much."

"Won't he tire himself out before the race even starts?" Freddy asked, watching curiously as other runners raced after Foxy on the track. Mangle laughed.

"Nah," she said, "the other runners will be tired though if they keep trying to outrun him before the race actually starts." Bonnie sighed and situated himself, watching lazily as the runners continued to practice. A whistle blew and Mangle straightened. "Now it's starting," she stated.

The race didn't take long. It only consisted of four laps around the track, Foxy easily containing his first place lead throughout it. By the end though, it was clear that even the fox was exhausted. The weary fox began walking over only to be intercepted by Freddy who had decided to bring Foxy his water bottle. "Thanks," he mumbled, taking a drink. A strange looked passed onto his face. "What the hell did you put in my water?"

"I took the liberty of adding a nice herbal tea bag to you water," the bear replied, "to give you some energy."

"You know what, I'm not going to even question you anymore." Foxy shook his head, smirking as Mangle launched at him.

"Good job little brother," she teased, "now come on. We're going to grab some food at the pizza place." Foxy nodded and, after stopping back at the dorms so Foxy could change, they were off.

Thankfully the made it in and got their stuff without any trouble; though Chelsea, Brendan, and Fletcher were sitting not too far away. Chelsea was pouting, and Bonnie caught her saying something along the lines of 'why didn't we win?'. He ignored her, content to simply dig into his meal for now. However, their peaceful silence didn't last long before a sly smirk wound its way onto Mangle's face.

"Hey Freddy," she said, poking at ice cubes in her drink with her straw, "I wanted to ask you something. It's a bit personal but it's been driving me crazy not knowing." Freddy paused mid-chew and set his food down, swallowing hurriedly.

"What is it?" he asked, placing his head on his hand.

"I was just wondering," she began before pausing her actions and meeting his gaze, "Are you gay?" Bonnie nearly dropped his glass at the bluntness and nature of the fox's question. Foxy, however, did choke on his drink a bit, coughing as his ears flattened.

"Sis," he said when he could breathe again, "you can't just ask things like that." She ignored him, watching Freddy intently. Blue and gold locked together, neither wavering.

"You know Mangle," Freddy said eventually, "I would have thought that my preference towards males was fairly obvious." Foxy almost choked again, eyes wide while Chica let out a squeal that attracted the attention of multiple nearby tables, including Chelsea's.

"This is great," Chica said, "I think I'll enjoy having a guy friend who's literally unable to be into me." Freddy chuckled and Bonnie felt a blush stain his face. He was suddenly all to aware of Freddy next to him, arm slung over the back of the booth.

'I'm not uncomfortable,' Bonnie thought, trying to identify why he wanted to suddenly squirm, 'I just...okay I don't know what I'm feeling. Maybe...' he glanced towards Freddy who had quietly resumed his meal. The bear opened his eyes, smiling at him for a moment before grabbing his drink. 'I don't...like him do I?' He wanted to shake his head to clear it, but figured it would only draw unwanted attention. 'Maybe I can ask him about this later...wait! What am I thinking?! I can't ask him that!' He blushed again and stood abruptly, startling the others at the table.

"Bonnie?" Chica asked, breaking him from his trance-like state. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," he lied, 'I just have to uh...use the bathroom!" Chica gave him a funny look at his behavior but stood, letting her friend slip free from the booth. He all but ran for the bathroom, ducking inside and locking himself in a stall. He was thankfully alone in the tiny bathroom and he practically trembled as he leaned against the stall door.

'I'm fucking crazy,' he thought to himself, 'no way am I interested in him. He's a male for crying out loud! Not that there's anything really wrong with that but I'm into girls...I think.' He sighed and pressed a hand to his forehead. The longer he thought about it the more it confused him. He'd never really been the type to watch girls when they walked by. He'd never felt disappointed when a pretty girl didn't notice him. Never thought that way about Chica who was always around. He'd chalked the first two up to the fact that he wasn't a hormonal voyeur like the other boys he knew. The last one he chalked up to the fact that Chica had been with him so long and was like a sister. 'But think about it,' the traitorous little voice in his head said, 'How many times have you glanced at your roommates when they weren't looking? How many times have they made you blush or feel like something was fluttering around in your gut?' He let out a shaky breath, trembling. 'don't think about it,' he told himself, 'just ignore it. You can work this out later when-'

"Bonnie?" he jolted at the voice that entered the room, grateful at least that it was the fox rather than the bear he was currently wondering about. "You okay? You didn't manage to fall in did you."

"No," he replied as smoothly as he could, "I'm okay."

"You sure?" The voice was right outside the stall door and he nodded before realizing the fox couldn't see him. "You sound like you're gonna vomit in there. And when you ran out before you looked kind of pale."

"No I'm fine," he insisted, turning. He opened the door and stepped out, stumbling over his own feet. He fell into Foxy, mumbling an apology as he tried to straighten himself. Foxy had a strange look on his face, almost one of worry.

"If you need to talk about it then let me know," Foxy said, "keeping everything to yourself isn't good for you."

"I'll be fine," Bonnie said, brushing him off, "I just have a lot on my mind."

"Alright then," Foxy said, "come back out when you're ready." Bonnie nodded and watched the other male exit. He sighed and leaned against he sink, eyes closed.

'No way I could talk to him about this,' Bonnie thought to himself, 'I;m pretty sure he's straight...or at least not interested in me. I don't know anymore.' He sighed and stood up fully, exiting the bathroom after splashing some water on his face and drying off. He wandered back to their table, sliding in when Chica stood, and resumed eating. Trying desperately to ignore the male next to him. No one seemed to notice his inner unease, though Foxy did shoot him a look of concern. He gave a small smile and carried on, trying to act normal as Mangle started bickering with her brother over something he paid no attention to.

"C'mon," Chica said suddenly, "let's go."

"Why?" Mangle asked, taking a large swig of her drink.

"Cause Chelsea's been shooting looks of hatred over here since we sat down," the girl replied, "if looks could kill we would have combusted into flames already."

"Ignore her," Mangle replied. Chica stuck out her tongue before bursting into giggles. "What's wrong with you now?"

"Nothing," Chica replied, returning to her mostly finished food. Mangle rolled her eyes and did the same. Bonnie cracked a smile, relaxing slightly. That is, until Freddy leaned over to whisper into his ear.

"We need to talk," he said softly. Bonnie froze and Freddy dropped his arm from the back of the booth, sensing his discomfort.

'Talk?' Bonnie thought, heart thudding in his chest, 'about what?'

There you go guys. Hope you enjoyed. I'm off to continue writing.

Bye!