A/N: Last part

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3. Tragic Endings ft Skylar Grey

4. Bad guy

5. Space bound

6. C'mon let's ride ft Skylar Grey

7. Nearly Witches by Panic! At the Disco (Not Eminem, you'll get it when you read it)

Usual apologies

Disclaimer: See previous chapter

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I'm stumbling, I can't see straight

And its my fault I got this way

I got my hands on something great

And found a way to mess it up

I did my best, I tried to change

But it's just in my DNA

I got my hands on something great

And found a way to fuck it up again.

Now I'm the one thing, you couldn't hate more

But you're the one thing that I would die for

When they were younger, when they were just kids; Sylvester used to make Tweety feel…

Funny.

Not in a bad way, just in a way that made Tweety pause to just look at him sometimes. It made his stomach flutter and made it feel like his heart was running a marathon.

This funny feeling grew as they got older, even after Sylvester became his best friend. They made sure that they met up at recess at the monkey bars. Tweety was a year older so they weren't in the same class and he just wanted to check up on his brother to make sure he was O.K. They shared a bed almost every other night because of nightmares that either one of them had in the middle of the night. They'd take turns sneaking into the kitchen to steal cookies from the kitchen while Granny pretended not to notice. But that all stopped a couple of years later, when Tweety finally realized what that funny feeling was.

It killed him for months after he figured it out. Before it was so easy. Just being around Sylvester was enough, but then he grew up and he realized what that feeling was and it killed him, because suddenly just being around Sylvester wasn't enough and he knew it was wrong. You're not supposed to feel that way about your brother. You're not supposed to feel that way about family. You're supposed to love them, but not like that.

So Tweety pulled away in an effort to make it stop, to not love Sylvester the way he did. But somewhere along the way things got twisted and wrong and suddenly Sylvester hated him and Tweety just didn't know how to stop.

So, he never did. It all just got worse with every day that passed.

The blonde gave a growl of annoyance as he slammed the door of the locker room behind him. The school was practically empty by then, football practice ended sometime after they got called into the principal's office and the redneck didn't even bother taking a shower afterwards. He was so determined to get as far away from Tweety as possible that he just grabbed his bag and left. Not that Tweety wanted to talk to him either.

He got two fucking weeks of fucking detention because of fucking Tazz Deville. Because Tazz fucking Deville decided to involve himself in something that had nothing to do with him in the first place. His relationship with Sylvester has nothing to do with Tazz. It doesn't have anything to do with anyone. Why won't they all just stay out of it?!

Bugs, Tazz, Foghorn and especially the mutt… why won't they just keep their mouths shut and stay away?

Tweety inwardly cursed as he walked down the empty hall way. He was beyond pissed. So, pissed in fact that he almost didn't notice the raven-haired teen leaning against a row of lockers a few feet away, fiddling with his phone until he spoke.

"Hey bird brain, you seen Bugs?" Daffy asked when Tweety was about to pass him and the blonde only glared as he hissed, "Get lost Daffy."

The raven haired teen gave a snort as he looked back down at his phone, "Wow, someone's pissy. I'm guessing this has something to do with Sly."

Tweety almost paused, but shook his head as he kept walking, "I thought I told you to get lost."

"I don't get why you don't just tell him how you feel."

That time Tweety froze.

"What did you say?"

Daffy didn't seem to hear him as he looked away to glare down the hallway, "God damn it Bugs! What's the point of telling me to wait if you aren't even going to show?"

"Duck, I asked you a question." Tweety growled out as he stepped towards the other and Daffy just gave a snort at the look on the blonde's face. "You like Sylvester and don't bother denying it because it's so obvious I'm surprised no one else has noticed."

"Fuck you."

It was a knee jerk reaction being caught off guard, Daffy just rolled his eyes.

"Look I'm not playing this game with you, so have you seen Bugs or not?" Tweety just glared and the raven huffed out a sigh as he pushed off the wall and walked over to make his way over to the locker room. "I see why Sly doesn't give you the time of day."

Tweety just stood still as Daffy moved passed him until he suddenly grabbed the teen's arm at the last moment and dragged him back, hand tightening painfully and Daffy yelped in surprise.

"OW! Watch it bird brain!"

Tweety's jaw clenched before he hissed out, "You don't know anything."

Daffy stayed silent for a moment twisting his wrist in Tweety's grasp before he spoke, "I know you've been watching him since Granny Webster adopted him when he was seven. I know you make sure none of the other jocks so much as look at him even though you pick on him every chance you get. Foghorn told me how you almost broke Johnson's arm a year ago when he took Sly's backpack and dumped his stuff in the trash. I also know that it kills you when you see him touch someone else the way you wanna touch him." Tweety pulled back like he'd been burnt, taking a full step back while Daffy started rubbing the spot where the blonde had been clutching it, before he stared right into his eyes. Deep brown boring in bright blue and causing the blonde to flinch, "You love him, but you're scared."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Daffy just rolled his eyes, "Again, I'm not playing this game with you, you really aren't worth that much of my time." The raven let out a sigh, "But Sylvester is my friend, so I'll say this, you need to tell him how you feel."

Tweety just stared back and his jaw clenched, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The raven haired teen arched a brow at him folding his arms over his chest, "I know where Sylvester is right now, it's the same place he's been all weekend."

The blonde's eyes went wide.

Of course, Daffy knows where Sly is, since when does Daffy not know anything that doesn't have something to do with homework?

"Where?"

"I'll tell you, soon as you admit that I'm right. We both know I am, so why try to ignore the truth when it's right in front of you and looks this good?" Daffy challenged and Tweety glared.

"I don't-"

"Whatever." Daffy interrupted as he turned to walk away and Tweety panicked.

"Daffy - damn it - fine." The raven stopped and looked back over his shoulder. Tweety sighed dragging a hand through his hair as he spoke, "Fine."

"Fine what?"

"I fucking like him alright?!"

"Just like?"

"Daffy-"

"Look you don't need to tell me." Daffy said folding his arms over his chest, "But you need to tell Sly. These games you're playing are starting to bore me."

Tweety rolled his eyes before letting out a frustrated sigh, "Where is he?"

"Promise you won't hurt him."

"I-"

"Promise or I'm telling granny Webster and she'll handle this." Daffy threatened and Tweety's eyes went wide, "You wouldn't."

"Try me. Or I'll tell Tazz and he'll tell her, we both know he's just as sick of this shit."

The blonde swallowed hard. Daffy didn't understand, none of them do. That's why they won't back off, because they just don't get it.

The blonde's hands clenched. "I don't mean to hurt him-"

"Then stop." Daffy said clearly as he turned back, "Sylvester spent the weekend with Wile, next door to Randy's. Wile's parents are out of town so he said that Sly could crash with him for a few days."

Tweety sighed, "Of course he's with the mutt."

"Hey, Wile is not a mutt!" Daffy glared, "Watch your mouth when you talk about my friends."

"Your friends." Tweety scoffed, "You almost sound like you care about someone other than yourself."

"You're one to talk." Daffy hissed as he walked away, "Just fix this already… And don't hurt them."

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It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt

Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work

All it takes is one song on the radio you're right back on it

Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off

And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search

Maybe I needed to grow up a little first

Looks like I hit some kind of growth spurt

But I am coming for closure

Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for

The way that you just turned your back on me when I may have needed you most

Oh, you thought it was over

You can just close the chapter

And go about your life, like it was nothing

You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine

While I never recovered

Wile didn't understand what was happening.

His brain sort of malfunctioned and now he's just staring at the teen in front of him with wide eyes.

They were sitting on the porch, the way they have been since they got back from school a few minutes ago.

Wile's parents still aren't back yet, they got something to eat and drink and just sat outside for a while. At first all they did was talk. At first, everything was fine.

But then Sly moved closer and he started blushing, Wile just stared back at his friend wondering what was wrong when the raven kept coming closer and closer. So close, Wile started blushing and he stuttered uncontrollably as he tried to ask Sylvester what he was doing, only for the other teen to suddenly lean up and join their lips in a soft kiss.

Wile froze.

He couldn't understand. He didn't know why Sly was kissing him. Wile was so confused that all he could do was squirm back when Sylvester actually started moving over him and pushed him back. The brunette finally managed to break the kiss, using his hands to keep Sylvester away. He could feel the heat pooling in his face, burning red.

"S-Sly what're-what-… I don't-"

"Wile, I just." Sylvester paused, biting his lip for a moment before he moved a little closer to the other and Wile tried squirming back all over again only to find himself backed up against the pillar on the front porch.

"You're always so nice Wile. You're sweet and understanding and you've been so great to hang out with. I feel like." Sly paused again. "I feel like you get me and things are just so easy around you. I really like you Wile."

Brown eyes went wide, "Y-You don't me-mean that."

Sylvester frowned, "Yes I do. Wile you make me feel safe-"

"We're friends."

"I want us to be more than that." Sylvester said with all the conviction in the world and Wile was thrown for a loop at the look in the other's eyes. The desperation and need, the vulnerability. Wile took in a deep breath when he realized what was happening. He might not have much of a social life to speak of but he knows enough to understand what Sylvester was doing. He just wasn't sure how to handle the situation since he's never had much of a social life to speak of.

God, it's all such a mess.

What does he do?

"Wile-"

"Sly I-" One more deep breath, "I re-really like you too."

A wide grin broke out over Sylvester's lips and he leaned in to kiss the brunette only to stop when Wile kept talking, "B-but, just as a friend."

Sylvester pulled back, "Oh."

Wile sat up and his eyes went wide at the look on his friend's face. Rejection. It made him feel miserable, but he couldn't just give in just cause Sylvester wanted him to. It wouldn't be fair, to either of them.

He reached out to touch Sylvester's shoulder but thought better of it and just sat a little closer instead. The brunette took a deep breath before he spoke doing all he could to make sure his voice came out as steady as possible.

"Sly, I-I like you. I like hanging out with you and I think you're a great guy but-… but I don't like you like that and I think, I think you don't like me that way either."

Sylvester looked up at his friend and Wile gave him a wry smile, "You like Tweety, don't you?"

The pieces weren't too hard to put together. The way Sylvester somehow always knew exactly which of Tweety's buttons to push. The way Tweety's attention always seemed to be turned onto Sylvester. The way Tweety flirted plenty but never really had a girlfriend. And the break up with Butch? The fact that Sly only really dated him to get under Tweety's skin wasn't lost on Wile.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, it was always kind of obvious. Has anyone else noticed and just not said anything about it?

"You know what they say; jealousy makes us nasty."

Daffy's words from the week before suddenly came back to him and he couldn't help but wonder.

"I-I…" the words died away in his throat. Sylvester's hands clenched in his lap and Wile moved a little closer, "It's O.K if-"

"No, it's not O.K." Sylvester said staring down at his lap with his hands clenched tight, "Nothing about this is O.K."

"Sly."

"Everything used to be so good, you know? I mean, I always knew that we weren't actually brothers but, I thought we were O.K. And then when I was twelve, he was just suddenly, different." Sylvester turned his head away from Wile, "I thought I did something wrong. I did something to make him hate me and I tried to make it up to him, but it's like he'd just hate me more. Nothing I did was ever good enough. It just got worse and I… I loved him so much. He made me happy but then it just stopped."

"I tried to make it O.K. I mean, look at Tom and Jerry, they argue all the time. Its not like it has to be all warm and fuzzy all the time, right? I thought it was O.K, but I still liked him, and he hated me and I just wanted it all to stop. But it never did." Sylvester let his head rest on his knees as he pulled them up against his chest.

Wile frowned and finally gave in, he wrapped his arms around the raven's huddled form. Sylvester glanced up at him and leaned his head over to rest on Wile's shoulder.

"This would all just be so much easier with someone like you. Someone nice and… normal." Sylvester sighed leaning his head into Wile's neck a bit more, "You like Randy, don't you?"

Wile tensed, "What-"

"This weekend, I got up to take out the trash remember? He was outside, asked me where I got the pj's and I told him they were yours." Sylvester gave a snort, "He looked like he wanted to kill me."

"What really?"

"Yeah, plus I heard from Daffy that you were acting all weird after Randy disappeared with you at the party. The rest wasn't hard to figure out."

Wile sighed, and a dark blush spread across his face, "He's… I-I dunno-"

"Cute? Cause he is cute." Sly said easily and Wile blushed up to his ears, "Not really my type but I get it."

Wile let out a soft chuckle, "He-He is cute."

Sylvester laughed only to stop when Wile spoke, "Tweety-Tweety's kind of cute."

"Tweety's a cunt."

"He-he is a… a cunt."

The words sounded strange coming from Wile's mouth. Sly looked up at him and gave a snort, "Don't ever cuss like that again. It just sounds weird coming from you… I wish I knew what to do."

They were still sitting like that, with Sylvester lying back against Wile and with the brunette's arms wrapped around him. Despite the situation, Wile couldn't help but think it felt kind of nice. But then a car pulled up in front of the house.

"Shit." Sylvester said with that lisp as he pulled out of Wile's grasp, the brunette's eyes went wide.

Blue Subaru.

Tweety.

The driver's door opened and Tweety stepped out, glaring hard as he slammed the door shut behind him. "What the fuck is going on here?!"

Sylvester immediately got up, "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You fucking disappear just to fuck around with the mutt?!" Tweety growled as he stopped in front of Sly who had his arms folded over his chest as he glared hard, "Did you even think about Granny-"

"Oh fuck you! I called Granny, she knows I'm here. As for why I'm here that's none of your business. I can hang out with anyone I want for as long as I damn well please, you psycho."

"Like hell you can! Get your ass in the car right now." Tweety said grabbing a hold of Sylvester's hand only for the raven to wrench his arm free and step back.

"No!"

Things were getting ugly, Wile didn't want to get involved but he didn't want his friend getting hurt either.

"Hey, guys-guys. Please just, d-don't do this now."

Tweety barely spared him a glance, "Fuck off mutt, no one was talking to you."

Sly glared as he shoved Tweety hard, "Don't talk to him like that you jerk!"

The blonde stumbled back and glared, "Oh please, what's he gonna do about it?"

Wile's jaw clenched along with his hands, "T-Tweety-"

"Shut up. Really, you're going to fuck around with this guy?"

"He's actually a nice guy unlike you. I'm sick of your shit Tweety!"

"My shit?! What about-"

"ALRIGHT ENOUGH!" Wile suddenly screamed, hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles started to turn white. The other two teens blinked at him before Tweety scoffed.

"Wow, are you done? I thought I told you to stay out of this."

"No. I'm not staying out of anything and I-" Wile had to force himself to keep going, to hold onto his anger and not lose his nerve. He stepped forward to stand right in front of the blonde, glaring hard. "I'm not letting you talk to my friend like this-"

"Your friend-"

"Yes, my friend, your brother that you've decided to treat like dirt because you're too much of a coward to be honest."

Tweety's eyes narrowed into a glare, "Who the hell-"

"I'm Wile Coyote. I am not a Mutt. Sylvester is my friend. This is my house and if you can't act like a decent human being then you need to leave! Right now!"

Tweety opened his mouth to speak when-

"You heard him Tweety, you need to leave." Wile looked up and saw Randy standing just a few feet away. When did he get home? Wile didn't even notice. The blue haired teen still had his letterman jacket on, hair messy like he just got back from practice.

"W-"

"Get out of here or I'll make you." Randy said with his voice oddly quiet. Wile felt a shiver run down his spine he could almost see the fight happen before it even started. Apparently, he wasn't the only one.

"Wait – just – everyone stop. Just enough, alright?" Sly said with a soft sigh as he raked a hand through his hair, "Tweety we need to talk. But like really talk." The raven looked up at Wile with a half-hearted smile, "Wile this is so messed up but, do you mind?"

"Are-are you sure?" Wile asked and Sylvester moved forward to wrap his arms around the brunette to give him a hug. "You're a really good friend. But, yeah, I'm sure."

Wile blushed just a bit and smiled as Sylvester pulled away, before briefly looking up at the house as he wondered where to go when he suddenly felt a hand around his wrist.

"C'mon." Randy said as he looked right at the brunette and started tugging him away. Wile gave Sly one more look and his friend gave him a smile so he let himself be pulled away.

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Tweety didn't say anything.

That's a first. Sylvester just let out a sigh as he looked up at the blonde trying to think of a way to say what he wanted. He couldn't think of anything, so for a moment he just let his mouth do as it pleased.

"Timmy." He started and the blonde looked up at him in shock, not surprising since Sylvester hasn't used that nickname in years. The nickname that no one else ever used.

"Why do you hate me?"

The question clearly caught the blonde of guard, "Hate you?"

"Why do you hate me?" The raven repeated and Tweety let out a sigh of frustration, "I don't hate you."

"You act like you do."

"I don't… Jesus, Sly don't be so fucking dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic. You're a dick to me all day every day and I wanna know why." Sylvester said taking a step forward, "What, did I do something to piss you off? If I did then just tell me so I can apologize so we can move on because I… I'm sick of this Timmy. I'm tired of always fighting with you not knowing why."

"You-" Tweety paused, "You didn't do anything."

"Then tell me why-"

Sylvester was cut off when Tweety suddenly took his face into his hands and kissed the raven right on the lips. It was different from the hard-bruising kiss that Tweety gave him last Friday after they left the party. It was soft, gentle. The blonde pulled back, a blush spread right across his cheeks. What really got Sylvester were the tears he could see collecting in those blue eyes as the blonde spoke making him freeze in shock.

"I love you… that's the problem." Tweety lowered his voice even though there was none around. "You know, you get why its… I didn't mean to hurt you I just, I thought it would stop but it never did. And I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this, to make it right. Somehow it just seemed, easier for things to be like this. I don't want them to be like this." Tweety's hands moved down so he could brush his thumb against Sylvester's lips, "I want so much but it's not O.K. I just don't know what to do-"

And then it was Tweety's turn to be cut off when Sylvester suddenly leaned up and kissed him. Blue eyes went wide when Sylvester wrapped his arms around his neck and he almost stumbled back. Taking a hold of the raven's hips to steady him before the raven broke it. The tears rolled down Tweety's cheeks.

"It's not O.K." The raven said softly looking into his Tweety's eyes, "But we can make it O.K."

"Sly-"

"We need to talk." Sylvester breathed as he reached out to wipe away the streams running down the blonde's face, "But you, you have to stop being such a dick to me. You have to stop being a dick to my friends."

"But-"

"I get it. It's kind of weird, but this is one of those moments when the fact that I'm adopted comes in really handy." The raven said burying his head in the blonde's neck, "I love you Timmy. I thought you hated me."

"I never hated you. It just felt wrong, feeling like this with you running around looking at me all innocent, calling me big brother all the time when I stopped thinking of you as my baby brother a long time ago." Tweety said wrapping his arms around the raven as he breathed him in. "You made me feel like some kind of inbred pedophile."

Sylvester pulled back to look at the blonde, "Gee, thanks."

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know." Sylvester took a deep breath, "We need to talk and figure this out and then, we need to tell Granny."

"What-"

"I'm not lying to her. No more secrets, O.K?"

Tweety looked up at the raven and nodded, "Fine, no more secrets."

"And we take it slow." Sylvester said pulling out of Tweety's grasp, "You're still a dick and I'm not cool with the way you treat Wile."

"I don't have anything against him. It's just… You're always around him."

"He's nice."

"Whatever."

"I really like him, he's my friend so you're going to need to be nice to him or else I swear Timmy-"

"Alright." Tweety swallowed hard before he spoke, "I really am sorry Sly, for everything."

"Its O.K." The raven smiled, silver braces gleaming briefly, "You have plenty of time to make it up to me.

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We touch I feel a rush

We clutch it isn't much

But it's enough to make me wonder what's in store for us

Its lust, it's torturous

You must be a sorceress 'cause you did the impossible

Gained my trust, don't play games it'll be dangerous

If you fuck me over

'Cause if I get burnt I'ma show you what it's like to hurt

'Cause I've been treated like dirt before you

And love is "evol"

Spell it backwards I'll show you

Nobody knows me I'm cold

Randy grabbed his hand and dragged him over to his house while Tweety and Sylvester talked. He didn't want to leave his friend behind, especially with Tweety, but Randy insisted and Sly said that he was O.K.

Hopefully he'll be fine. For the moment, Wile was more focused on the situation he'd unwittingly found himself in.

Randy dragged him into his house, took him to the kitchen and told him to sit at the island in the middle of the room. Wile took a moment to look around himself. It looked different from the last time that he was there. It wasn't just the distinct lack of drunken teenagers stumbling around. It looked bigger, even brighter than before. But Wile still wished that Tazz was where he was the last time he was in that room. Grinning that dopey smile while he joked with Foghorn, it'd be better than the tension that suddenly fell between them the moment Randy got them alone in a room together. Even if it was just the kitchen.

"Soda?" Randy asked and Wile shrugged, "Sure."

Randy went up to the fridge and came back with two cans of coke and set one down in front of the brunette.

"Thanks." Wile mumbled out as he took the can into his hands and popped the tab to drink, if only so he could have something to focus on when Randy spoke and the brunette couldn't stop himself from doing a spit take.

"Wile do you like me?"

The brunette coughed as he tried to catch his breath, staring up with wide eyes at the jock that was staring right at him as his cheeks flushed a horrible red. The brunette wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What?"

"Do you like me?" Randy repeated and Wile quickly averted his gaze, "What-I mean why would you-"

"I like you." Randy admitted and Wile's eyes went even wider at the blatant admission, "I'm tired of dancing around this pretending like I don't notice you staring and pretending like I don't like it when you're staring at me. I like you, a lot. I wanna know if you like me too."

"Why?"

Randy blinked at the brunette just stared back at him with that same expression of shock, "What?"

"Why do you like me? We don't know each other. I don't think we'd even spoken to each other before you moved here and we didn't really say much to each other at the party. So why?"

Randy paused to just stare at Wile, the brunette didn't even care that he managed to say all of that without stuttering or fumbling with his words once. It didn't make sense to him for Randy to like him so much. With everyone else it was so easy to understand why.

Spike and Tom have known each other since Tom was still in foster care, they got to know each other and learned to adore one another. Daffy's been Bugs' best friend since they were twelve, even though Daffy didn't notice it was pretty obvious to everyone else that Bugs only has eyes for the raven-haired teen. Even Tweety and Sylvester made sense, despite the unstable nature of their relationship.

But Wile and Randy?

Other than mutual sort of friends, they didn't really have anything in common and they barely even spoke to one another. Wile's had a crush on him since middle school and even that seemed superficial, other than that there didn't seem to be a reason for…

This.

Wile isn't blind, he isn't stupid. He knows he isn't much to look at, maybe average at best. He stutters a lot, he can barely finish a sentence. Honestly, what happened with Tweety a few moments ago was one of his proudest moments. He's never been able to speak up for himself like that before. Wile was almost grateful to Tweety for being so mean, that he was able to force himself passed his boundaries. But even so…

He knows what he looks like, he knows what he's like. Randy was popular and smart and handsome and so cool. It didn't make sense for him to like Wile.

"I don't get it."

Wile looked up when he felt a hand on his chin, forcing his gaze up to lock on to those pitch-black eyes that he's been pining after for so long. "You're right, we've never really talked, we don't really know each other. I just know that I've been excited to talk to you since the first time you tried when we were in middle school. I know you love science, but you hate gym, that's why you always have your textbooks with you during class. I know you have the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen." Randy looked away and took a deep breath, "We don't really know each other but I'd like us to. I get that I kinda jumped you last Friday without really talking to you first and that wasn't cool. But we can go as slow as you want. I just wanna try Wile, but only if you want to."

Wile was blushing right up to his hair by the time that Randy finished, he couldn't even look away to compose himself. Not that there was really much luck in being able to do that. His chest suddenly felt so warm

Add unfairly smooth to the list of reasons why Randy shouldn't like Wile.

"Wile?" Randy asked in concern with his head giving a tilt, pitch black eyes boring right into the brunette and Wile took a deep breath before he spoke. This is what he's always wanted, what he's always desired. So why not give in. Truth is Wile is terrified of being hurt and eventually rejected. If Tina was there, she'd tell him to go for it. But Wile had to decide for himself. He thought about the blue haired teens words, about what he was offering him and he spoke without really thinking about it.

"What if I don't want to go slow?"

Randy blinked in surprise before a smirk started spreading over his lips, "I can do that too. How fast do you wanna go?"

Wile's blush went one shade deeper, he finally managed to look away. Staring down at his hands. Maybe, just one try just to see how it goes.

"Tina said you have a bike."

Randy's smirk grew into a grin, "Wanna go for a ride?"

"Yeah." Wile said with a nod. Randy took his hand to lead him out to the garage only for Wile to stop him short.

"Wait."

"What?"

Wile wrapped one arm around Randy's neck to lean up and give the blue haired teen a kiss, surprising him greatly. It was short, but surprisingly sweet. Wile pulled away, both pleased and embarrassed by his own actions as he raked a hand through his hair. Randy gave him a dopey smile.

"What was that for?"

"Because I can."

Randy grinned, "So we can go fast right?"

"Yeah-Randy!" Wile was cut off when Randy suddenly leaned down to pick him up and wrap the brunette's legs around his waist and carried him into the garage.

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I feel it coming, coming, coming, oh

Feel it running, running, running, oh

C'mon let me ride your bicycle

It's so fantastical, on your bicycle

I'm only fucking with you

Fuck you for thinking its true

I'm not like the sluts in this town

They make me blah in my mouth

I wanna ride on your bike

Cause you're the boy that I like

It's like I'm a sell out for you

But your bike's so shiny and new (shiny and new)

She's distracted by my reflectors, man, I can tell

The chick's attracted

My wheels spoke to her, my Swinn is a chick magnet

It's been a month.

They've been spending time with each other, talking more to each other and the fact that Wile's window is directly across from his window made sneaking into each other's rooms much easier than it would have been otherwise. Something that they hadn't realized would be a problem till a few days ago.

Spike transferred to Greendale a few weeks ago. Since his parents both started working at Acme and they wanted him to go to a school that was close by. Needless to say, he quickly became coach Sam's favorite student since he joined the Greendale Football team and was built like a tank.

In a surprising turn of events Tweety apologized to Wile after their brief fight in front of Wile's house, something that was obviously Sylvester's doing since the raven and blonde seemed to be getting along much better than they had before. He also just seemed to be getting along better with everyone overall.

All in all, everything was O.K. Everything was perfect.

Wile sat straddling Randy's bike in the open parking lot, wearing his football jacket as he laughed loud and bright at the joke Tazz told him as they stood there talking with Tom and the others. Randy couldn't help but smirk a little when the brunette leaned forward when Daffy seemed to roll his eyes and folded his arms across his shirt and Sylvester snickered behind his hand.

Wile looked up just then to catch Randy staring at him a little further where he stood leaning against Bugs' car. The brunette blushed and gave him a smile before quickly looking away. Randy's smirk grew into a grin.

"I hate you."

Randy looked up to find Bugs glaring at him with his arms folded over his chest and he rolled his eyes. Well, everything was mostly perfect.

"Hey, don't get mad at me just cause you're not getting any."

Bugs huffed out an angered breath as he turned his gaze back to Daffy and his glare got even darker. Foghorn let out a sigh.

"Bugs, I say, Bugs. I thought you were going to tell Daffy how you felt."

"I tried. He's just so-" Bugs gave a sigh of frustration, "The little shit won't listen to me. If it isn't Tina needing something, its some kind of wardrobe malfunction and when it isn't his hair or clothes, your boyfriend keeps distracting him."

Randy lifted his hands in surrender when the silver haired teen looked right at him, "They're friends, and we both know its more like Daffy keeps distracting Wile. You wanna blame someone for distracting your not boyfriend, then I suggest bitching about it to blondie."

Tweety looked up just then from where he was staring at his phone perched on top of Bugs' car, "Don't blame Sly just cause you're not getting any." And then he went back to fiddling with his phone all over again. Sylvester took his phone out across the parking lot only to roll his eyes and look up to Tweety to flip him off and stick his tongue out. Tweety laughed.

Bugs eyes narrowed down at the blonde, "I hate all of you."

Fog shook his head, "Of course, how dare we be happy while you're so miserable."

"Exactly."

Randy only rolled his eyes only to pause when he realized that Wile was headed his way along with Daffy. Tweety gave a snort.

"Heads up Romeo."

Bugs looked up and looked like he couldn't decide if he wanted to smile or glare at the raven-haired teen that approached.

"Hey." Wile said leaning in to press a kiss against Randy's cheek before he leaned into the blue haired teen's side. Randy smiled as he wrapped his arm around the brunette when he smiled back.

"Uhm!" Daffy cleared his throat loudly, ignoring everyone else as he looked at Wile with an arched brow, "Hello?"

"Oh right. " Wile blushed, "Daffy was wondering if he could borrow your football jacket?"

"What?" Bugs suddenly asked, both Wile and Randy looked up at the outburst but Daffy ignored him.

The football jackets were a big deal. Worn only by players on the football team, well duh, right? But if one of the players were to give their jacket to someone else it usually meant that the person wearing the jacket was someone special, possibly someone they were dating or wanted to date. Basically, making the jackets a public declaration of affection or possibly claim.

So basically, "Back off this one's taken"

It was, a big deal.

"Yeah. The cheer squad finally realized how much they needed me so we're doing this skit on Friday for the pep rally, so I need to borrow someone's football jacket." Daffy said dismissively, "So can I borrow yours or not?"

Randy hesitated because, again, the jackets were a big deal.

"Can't you ask Tazz?"

"Tina got to him first."

"Well," Randy looked down at Wile and the brunette gave a shrug, the blue haired teen sighed, "I guess-"

"No! Nuh uh!" Bugs suddenly said as he stomped forward and grabbed Daffy's arm to turn him around, "Daffy what the hell?"

The raven frowned, "What?"

"You're asking Randy for his jacket."

"So?"

"So, I-" Bugs stumbled over his words before he finally got them all together, "If you needed one then why not just ask for mine."

"I can't wear your jacket."

"Why not?"

"Wile and birdbrain over here are already public. No one will care if I wear his jacket. You're not my boyfriend, your Lola's." Daffy said incredulously, "Matter of fact, hasn't she asked you for yours yet?"

"No she hasn't and even if she did I wouldn't have given it to her, cause she's not my girlfriend!"

Daffy looked at his friend skeptically, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!"

"Well why not? I thought you liked her."

"I called her cute once and that was it but for some reason you-" Bugs let out a scream of frustration. "My God! How can one person be so-so-"

Daffy folded his arms over his chest, "So what? What does any of this have to do with-"

"It has to do with you! YOU, YOU MORON!" Bugs said grabbing a hold of Daffy's shoulders causing the raven to stare at him in confusion. "Bugs-"

"Daffy I like you! Lola isn't my girlfriend because I want you to be my boyfriend, because I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!"

And then Bugs dragged Daffy in to give him a bruising kiss. The raven's eyes went wide and he stared back at the silver haired teen until Bugs pulled back.

"GET IT?!"

By then everyone in the parking lot had turned to stare at the pair. It was silent for ten agonizing seconds. Bugs blushed all the way up to his ears when he realized what he'd done when Daffy suddenly spoke.

"You… Bugs Bunny. You're in love with me."

It was eerily quiet. Bugs swallowed hard as he stared back at the raven in his arms.

"Yeah." Bugs said quietly and Daffy's face twisted in confusion before he screeched.

"Well why didn't you just say so?! I thought you had a girlfriend!"

"I told you I didn't!"

"You never told me you liked me."

"I-" Bugs' left eye started to twitch, "You know what, that's it."

"What- Bugs!"

Bugs paid no attention to anyone, including Daffy as he dragged the teen along with him, right into the school. A low murmur immediately started up as soon as the teens were gone and Randy couldn't help but give a snort.

Now, everything's perfect.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Wile's playlist was filled with nothing but Emo crap before Daffy came into his life and saved him from his dark depressing existence, with the man who is quite arguably one of this century's greatest artists; Eminem.

That being said, Wile's playlist wasn't entirely depressing. There was some good stuff in there too.

For example; Panic! At the Disco

Dès le premier jour, ton parfum enivra mon amour

Et dans ces instants

J'aimerais être comme toi par moments

Mais depuis ce jour

Je n'ai qu'un seul et enique regret

My wing tips waltz across naïve

Wood floors, they creak

Innocently down the stairs

Daffy stood waiting for Bugs in the parking lot, ear buds blaring out loudly in his ears as he leaned against his boyfriend's car.

His boyfriend, Bugs.

Its so… weird. But not unwelcomed.

When they were twelve, they were best friends.

And then they were teenagers and they were still best friends only, Bugs was kind of cute.

Then Bugs was really cute and then somewhere along the lines, Bugs got hot. Its's not like Daffy didn't notice how his friends stretched out and filled out as they got older and he joined just about every sports team in school. His ego just wouldn't allow him to acknowledge it so, he never did.

Later he noticed some other stuff, like how smart Bugs was, how nice he was, how he was so compassionate that he would put up with whatever bullshit that Daffy threw at him, how Bugs smelled really nice. But he never acknowledged it. It was easy to ignore.

Bugs was almost obscenely smart, Daffy was mostly kind of average. It was easy getting the silver haired teen to help him with school work. His grades were great, so why wouldn't Daffy get him to help? It was easy blowing off every act of kindness that Bugs showed him since Bugs never asked for anything in return, they're best friends so why not help Daffy out? It was easy raiding Bugs' closet, because he had a shirt or jacket or whatever that he simply couldn't pull off as well as Daffy clearly could. It had nothing to do with the fact that Bugs' clothes smelled like him and therefore smelled really nice.

It didn't matter anyway.

In high school the rumors spread fast about how Bugs was dating Lola. Daffy asked Bugs what he thought of her, Bugs said she seemed nice and cute. So, he figured it was true, at the time it never really occurred to him that Bugs never really dated anyone, at least not for as long as they knew each other.

Tyr'ahnee Martian started hanging around Daffy around that time. Daffy was trying out for the cheer team but he didn't make the cut. Partly, because he wasn't quite athletic enough to make the cut and partly because he refused to wear the boys cheer uniform. A grave mistake on the cheer teams' part but one that he was sure they'd regret in the future. I mean he was totally rocking that pleated mini skirt and crop top. Everyone thought so.

Everyone except for the cheer team, and Bugs. The silver haired teen had gone red and completely silent when Daffy came walking out of the bathroom in the outfit before quickly excusing himself. They didn't talk for the rest of the day. Daffy didn't get it, but he didn't bother worrying about it either.

Tyr'ahnee took notice of him. She was pretty and smart and Daffy really liked her hair. Although he honestly didn't notice they were dating till they apparently got into a fight because Daffy bailed on her to hang out with Bugs one time. Then they broke up, Lola was still into Bugs, Daffy didn't think he cared. He had other things to deal with anyway.

Daffy was actually a lot more perceptive than people gave him credit for. He noticed the tension between Tweety and Sylvester in middle school, no one noticed how Tweety only picked on the raven after he caught someone else paying a little too much attention to his little brother. He noticed Spike and Tom, how Spike would get all moon-eyed when Tom was playing with his little brother Tike. He noticed how Tazz was always watching them. How he was there when someone needed a ride home, how he'd always laugh it off when things were going wrong but how concerned he'd be for everyone else. He noticed Wile and Randy drooling all over each other without either of them really figuring it out. He noticed how unhappy Butch and Sly were, even when they tried so hard to make it seem like they weren't.

Daffy noticed. His relationship with Bugs was about the only stable one around him so it was easy not to notice that things were a little different between them. He never had to worry about Bugs, Bugs was always there. Bugs was… perfect.

Honestly, he didn't realize anything was different till Bugs suddenly kissed him in the parking lot in front of everyone. It was the biggest shock of his life and then Bugs dragged him back to the school, through the halls and all the way to the locker rooms to kiss him senseless.

It was a bold move but a move that Daffy could appreciate. Seriously if he felt that way hat whole time then he should've just said so. If he'd just told Daffy how he felt, then Daffy wouldn't have had to ignore the fact that Bugs was smart and compassionate and kind and…

Hot.

Really, Bugs always just has to make things so difficult, doesn't he?

Daffy thought about telling Bugs how he felt. He thought about telling Bugs about how he's always felt. He thought about telling Bugs that he's had a crush on his best friend since they were fourteen. He thought about telling Bugs how he was kind of crushed when he heard the rumors about him and Lola.

He thought about telling Bugs how amazing it felt when the silver haired teen finally kissed him.

Daffy jumped when he suddenly felt two arms wrap around him from behind and he was wrapped in the smell that's had him stealing clothes from his best friend's closet for the past few years.

Daffy looked up to find Bugs behind him. the silver haired teen smiled as he leaned down to press a kiss on his neck and Daffy felt a shiver run down his spine. He pulled one of the buds from his ears before he spoke.

"Took you long enough."

"Coach made us run extra laps." Bugs said pressing another kiss against Daffy's neck, "I swear ever since Spike transferred here, Coach Sam's turned into a total nightmare. We tried to tell him that Spike was the best player Hamilton High had but he's convinced that they're all built like tanks so now he has us working overtime."

Daffy shrugged, "He'll get over it."

"I hope so. I hate not having you there during practice though." Bugs said as he pulled away to open the car door so Daffy could get in, "I missed you."

The raven blushed but ignored the heat blooming in his cheeks completely to lean up and kiss Bugs on the lips, "What's not to miss?"

Bugs gave a snort as Daffy got in the car and he closed the door behind him. Daffy watched the teen walk around to put his bag in the trunk before heading for the driver seat.

Maybe he'll tell Bugs about how he felt before, for now he can make up for lost time.

Ever since we met,

I only shoot up with your perfume

It's the only thing, that makes me feel as good as you do

Ever since we met,

I have just one regret to live through

And I regret never loving you more!

~ BONUS SCENE ~

Bugs was sitting at his desk, trying to finish off some of his homework before Daffy arrived since he knew he wouldn't be able to get around to it later. He was just putting the last touches on his history assignment when a voice suddenly brought him out of his thoughts, or rather two voices. Two voices that were fighting.

"Knock it off!"

"Just get it over with your big baby!"

"Why won't you just butt out?"

"Fine, if you won't do it then I'll do it for you."

"No, wait-"

Bugs' bedroom door bust open and in came Babs and Buster. The twins came stumbling into his room with Babs shoving her way passed Buster while Buster looked panicked.

"Don't you dare say a word!"

"Hey cousin Bugs," the pink haired girl said, wrenching her arm free of her brother, "Buster wants to ask you something."

"Oh yeah?" Bugs asked, turning his chair around to face the two eight-year olds with an arched brow. Buster quickly stepped up.

"No, she's lying I don't wanna ask you anything."

Babs glared, "If you don't tell him, I will."

Buster's eyes went wide when the girl turned to their older cousin and opened her mouth to speak. His face went bright red, Bugs decided to spare him the embarrassment.

"Hey Babs, why don't you go down to the kitchen and check on mom? She said she's making cookies for the playdate today. She might need some help with the sprinkles." The girl only rolled her eyes.

"If you want privacy then you should just say so. I'm not as dense as this idiot." Babs said folding her arms across her chest and Bugs gave a snort.

"Fine, I wanna talk to Buster alone. Can you give us a couple of minutes?"

Babs shrugged and left the room closing the door behind her. Bugs let out a sigh as he looked down at the boy before him, who was blushing right up to his ears and he leaned back in his seat before he spoke.

"So, what's up doc?"

"Nothing."

"It doesn't seem like nothing. How about you tell me before I call Babs back in here."

"No! Don't!" the boy sighed, "If she starts now, she'll never stop."

"O.K, so you start, and we'll stop whenever you're ready."

Buster looked up at the teen, before looking back down again hands fumbling in his shirt before he spoke, "Daffy… Daffy's coming over today, right?"

Bugs blinked in surprise, "Yeah."

"And he's bringing Plucky?"

Bugs arched a brow at the boy, "Yeah…"

"Oh I… can-does he have to come here?"

"Well, Daffy's parents are going out for the day and since Plucky's visiting he can't exactly leave him home alone Buster."

"Oh."

Bugs head gave a tilt, "Whats wrong? I thought you liked Plucky. Did you two fight or something?"

"No, we didn't fight."

"Then what's the problem?"

Buster shook his head and Bugs frowned, it was weird seeing the normally boisterous and confident boy seem so quiet. He was about to ask when he heard the door bell ring.

"That must be them. Buster-"

Before Bugs could finish his sentence Buster was already out the door. Bugs shook his head as he glanced back on his homework. There might be time to finish it off in the morning and maybe he can talk to Buster later. The silver haired teen got up from his seat and made his way downstairs. The doorbell rang again.

"BUGS! THE DOOR!"

"I GOT IT MA!" Bugs called as he jogged down the stairs and up to the door. The moment he opened the door was the moment that Daffy simply let himself in, eyes glued to his phone.

"Took you long enough."

Bugs rolled his eyes, "Sorry to keep you waiting." Daffy seemed to ignore his comment as he leaned up to press a kiss on Bugs' lips, earning a smile as he walked in further into the room. And then Bugs looked down to the green haired boy that bounced in after him. Dressed like a walking talking clone of Daffy. Skinny jeans, printed t-shirt, obscenely colourful jacket and all.

"Really, you dressed him just like you?"

Daffy gave him a dull look, "Don't blame me just cause you have no fashion sense whatsoever."

"I look so good, it should be a crime." Plucky drawled out and Bugs rolled his eyes again, even as he reached out to ruffle the boy's hair.

"You sure do kid."

"Hey! Watch the hair!" Plucky said swatting Bugs' hand away, "Are Buster and Babs here?"

Bugs smiled, "Buster! Babs!"

Babs came running into the foyer just as Bugs closed the door while Buster came in a few moments later staring at his feet until he came to a stop. Plucky and Babs didn't seem to notice.

"Kisses." Babs said as she and Plucky kissed each-others cheeks, "You look so good!"

"I know right."

"Wanna play tag?"

"Yeah." Plucky beamed before he grabbed a hold of Buster's hand like he remembered he was there all along, "C'mon."

"Uh, y-yeah." Buster's cheeks caught in a hot flush, but let himself be dragged along as they ran out to the back yard.

Bugs couldn't help but smile when realisation dawned on him. He looked up when he heard Daffy clicking his tongue as he shook his head, watching as the kids ran outside.

"That poor idiot. How can anyone be so oblivious?"

Bugs looked at his boyfriend and glared.

"Really?"

"What?"

The End

A/N: Essentially this story is finished. I'll just come back to it to ad a chapter to tie up what I consider to be a couple of loose ends, mainly concerning Butch and Pepe. But yeah, this story is done. Maybe fix spelling and grammar issues. Smut scenes that I left out that I wanted to add will most likely be posted on my ao3 account once their done.

I hope you liked it.

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