A/N: Ok, so this is going to suck. I just know it is. Anyway enjoy! Please R/R! But please be kind, this is only my second story.

Disclaimer: I don't own CATS. ALW, TSE, and RUG do. Lucky Bastards...

It was the day after the Jellicle Ball, and Mistoffelees lay on top of an old discarded washing macheine in a secluded part of the Junkyard. His day was quiet so far, but he didn't count on it staying that way.

The Rum Tum Tugger almost always saved a chunk of his day to irritate the magician, and Misto was sure the maned cat was still fuming over how he had called him a 'bore'. Wich was percisly why Mistoffelees had hidden himself atop the washing macheine in the fist place. Of corse, Tugger would find him eventually- he always did- so Misto decided to enjoy the quiet untill the other tom did find him.

And, of course, it wasn't too long untill Tugger had jumped up on the household appliance Mistoffelees had been purched on, and pushed the tiny counjurer off.

Misto let out a yelp as he hit the ground. "...Ow." He glared up at the tribe flirt.

"That's for calling me a bore."

Mistoffelees stood, and brushed himself off. "It's not wise to shove someone who can shoot lightning out of thier hands."

The maned cat hopped off of where he was standing and landed next to the considerably shorter tom.

"Oh, please," Tugger scoffed, "If we had a fight, there's no way in the Hevyside you would win."

Misto highly doubted that (unless he couldn't use magic). He looked up at Tugger. "What do you want anyways?"

"I am not a bore." The larger tom pouted.

Mistoffelees rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry to break it to you, Tug, but you are a most horribly terrible, totally predictable bore."

"And what makes me a bore?" The other cat said, giving Misto a blank stare and crossing his arms.

"Like I said," the magician rolled his eyes, "you are just so predictable."

Tugger let that sink in.

"Am not."

"Are too."

The maned cat put his thumbs in his belt. "So... If I'm 'so predictable' you know exactly what I'm going to do now, right?"

"Yup."

"Well than..." The Rum Tum Tugger wracked his small kitty brain for something that his little friend would never expect. Something shocking. Something that would most likely piss Misto off.

While Tugger was deep in thought, so was Misto. He wanted to see if he could in fact predict what the curious cat would do next. Mabye he would suddenly scream. Or perhaps he would yell some random word, or phrase. He could decide to throw something at him-In which case Misto prayed it wouldn't be hevy and he could doge it fast enough. The magical cat's thoughts were soon interupted, as Tugger had decided upon something.

"Ok, than... I guess you won't be expecting this."

And with that Tugger's lips crashed onto the Misto's, and the maned cat started to kiss him.

Mistoffelees eyes flew wide, and he was far too shocked to move.

Tugger pulled away, and smirked. "See I'm totaly unperdictable."

All the conjurer could do was stand there, as Tugger strutted off, content with himself.

Misto slowly sat down in the same spot he was standing. Of all the things he imagined Tugger would do, that was certainly not on his list. And, although he would never tell anyone, he actually enjoyed it. He may not have kissed back, but to Misto, this was the best day in his life.

The tiny cat had always secretly wanted the maned tom. He wanted to hold him, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He wanted Tugger all to himself. To kiss him and show him off in public, to wake up next to him each morning.

But, Mistoffelees sighed as he realised this was probably as close to all of that as he could get.