AN: Well, her I am with that story that started out as a drabble. This is similar to the drabble, but with quite a few changes here and there. Hope you all enjoy.
Genre: Some humor mixed in with teenage romance, and a hint of drama.
Pairings: So far I've got Grif/Simmons, one-sided Donut/Caboose and Caboose/Sheila, and later on there will be some Church/Tex.
Rating: T, though it might change. I'd say fourteen and up would be appropriate.
Summary: AU Donut's a cheerleader for the Red team, who just happens to fall in love with a Blue team football player, Caboose (who's badly crushing on Donut's rival, Sheila). Grif just wants sex with Simmons and for Sarge to stop trying to kill him. Kerry wants overprotective Grif to let her sex up Doc. Tex, who's haunted by a troublesome ghost named O'Malley, has a rocky relationship with her on-again off-again boyfriend Church. Tucker and Andy want to be in a relationship, too. But they have no one. And no one can find it in themselves to say those three magic words that make or break a relationship.
Warnings: Slash, cheerleading, football, and Grif paying more attention to Simmons' ass than the ball. Oh, and don't forget that Donut's a keychain whore, ahem, collector who needs to come out to his father (about being gay).

Prologue

Assuaging Opponents

Or

Meeting an Enemy

It was the biggest game of the year: the Red Warthogs versus the Blue Tanks. They were rival schools in all sports, and today was the final football game of the season between the two teams. It was known as the "Red versus Blue war" by student, parent, and faculty alike.

"I hope we do our Pyramid right today," Donut commented, adjusting his pink and white pom-poms. Franklin Delano Donut, known only as Donut by his friends, was the head cheerleader for the Reds, as the team was referred to.

"Don't worry, Donut, we'll do fine. Oh, my god. You're not wearing pink instead of red again, are you?" Ashley a bubbly sixteen-year-old brunette and one of Donut's close friends, asked. "That's not exactly school spirit, or fashionable. Hot pink is so much better."

"It's not pink, Ashley! It's light red. Very light red," Donut defended, crossing his arms. The girl rolled her eyes, used to her friend's denial.

"Sure, whatever."

Donut smoothed out his skirt, which was indeed white and pink as opposed to everyone else's red and white uniforms, when suddenly all the girls were screaming and yelling. He looked up to see his cousin, Dexter Grif, being hit with random things thrown by the other cheerleaders.

"Ladies, ladies. There's plenty of me to go around. I love you all, too," the intruder joked dryly, ducking behind his smaller cousin. "Okay, Donut, call them off." The pink clad cheerleader rolled his eyes as the others went back to what they were doing before the trespasser entered, taking minimal time to shoot him hateful glares.

"Grif, this is the girls' locker room, you know guys aren't allowed."

"Yet you're in here," he pointed out.

"Well, duh. It's okay if I'm here, I'm gay," Donut replied. And it was true; Donut was one of the -only- out-and-proud gay students at the school.

"Yeah, well I'm bi."

"So? You still like girls."

"None of these girls, if you can call them that," Grif mumbled. "Besides I have a boyfriend who fulfills all my needs."

"Anyway, why are you here?" Donut asked to change the subject, tying up his dirty blonde hair with a pink scrunchy. He had no desire to hear about Grif's sex life when he didn't have one of his own.

"I'm hiding from Sarge," Grif replied, referring to his football coach and his aforesaid boyfriend's adoptive father.

"What did you do? Or should I ask who?"

"I didn't do anything! He just hates me!" Grif defended himself.

Donut grinned and said, "The game's gonna start soon. Go get ready." Grif, grumbling, did as told, hoping his lover's father wouldn't kill him.

(There's a new setting here.)

"Red's the best! Blue sucks! They couldn't beat us even if we didn't give a fu-" The chant was interrupted by Sarge.

"Girls!"

Secretly he winked at them, loving the cheer. He'd rather all of them didn't get banned form the game for profanity, though.

"Look alive, men!" Sarge yelled to the team. "Grif! Watch the ball, not Simmons' ass!"

All the cheerleaders giggled as they sat down on the sideline, tired from their excessive and passionate cheering. The game was tied 32 to 32, with a minute until halftime. Things were getting intense, the crowd was getting louder, and the girls were getting gossipy.

"My god, those Blues have some bad players," Ashley commented. Donut nodded in agreement. "That number 13 guy is horrible, and number ½ isn't much better. It looks like they just keep arguing with each other. And what kind of number is ½, anyways?"

Donut shrugged before deciding to add to the conversation, taking it in a different direction. "Their two new players are really good, though."

"Yeah. Can you believe -1's strength? Or his number? It's amazing! And 00 is a girl! Can you believe it?"

"She's really good. Her name's Allison, right?" It was times like this Donut was glad he paid attention to his friend who knew everything about the Blues: Frank "Doc" DuFresne.

"Yeah, I think so, but everyone calls her Tex. That's where she came from, Texas."

"Mm. What's the new guy's name? -1's?" Donut asked.

"Something Caboose, I think. I heard he's kinda cute."

"Mm."

Just then the whistle blew, signaling halftime. As the players went to the benches, Grif and Simmons flirting while trying to avoid Sarge's intense glare, the girls and Donut went out onto the field for their big show.

Flawlessly they executed their cheers and movements, even the Pyramid, the one they'd been having the most trouble on. Donut grinned along with the others as the crowd (On the Red side, anyways) clapped and hooted. Donut could feel the combined glares of the Blue cheerleaders.

They moved off the field and the Red Drill Team came on. Donut waved to Grif's sister, Karen (though she shortened her name to Kerry), mouthing "good luck." She waved back, thanking him wordlessly. They didn't do too badly themselves; a few freshmen were a beat slow and Kerry started doing the wrong moves several different times, but it wasn't that noticeable.

Then the Blue cheerleaders stormed the field. It was their turn and they planned to wow the masses. Which they did, of course. They were spectacular. Donut blamed in on their head cheerleader: Sheila Cannon. In her slightly different uniform (a gray-blue tank top with a black skirt opposed of the blue and white uniforms of the others) and her perfect bouncing figure, not to mention her enthusiasm and original cheers (Blue Rocks! Red Blows! Their lack of talent really shows!), it was easy to see how good she was. Donut had been jealous of her since day one.

The Blue cheerleaders left the field, looking too smug for their own good, and on came their Drill Team. Donut, not wanting to watch, got up and started walking off.

"Where are you going?" Ashley called out. Donut just shrugged in reply, not turning around.

Ten minutes later Donut found himself in the back of the school. It was the Blue school, and Donut hoped he'd be able to find his way back. He looked around curiously and spotted the hunched figure of a Blue football player. He quietly went over the other boy and read the number on the back of his uniform: -1.

"What's the matter?" Donut asked, his voice soft as he knelt down next to the Blue.

The football player looked up and blinked dumbly at Donut. The cheerleader noticed that his eyes were slightly red.

"Sheila doesn't love me," the Blue replied, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

"There, there," Donut comforted, patting the heartbroken teen's back gently. He suddenly hated the Blue cheerleader more than he ever had.

After a minute of the Blue sniffling and Donut rubbing up and down his back soothingly, -1 said, "I'm Michael, but everyone calls me Caboose. What's your name?"

"I'm Franklin, but you can call me Donut," the pink cheerleader replied. "Hello, Caboose." Donut smiled at him, and Caboose returned it.

"I like donuts," Caboose told him. They both shared a short-lived laugh as a voice called out, breaking their moment.

"Hey, Caboose! Halftime's over. You're needed. And Tex made me come find you because apparently I'm the worst player."

Donut and Caboose both turned towards the newcomer. He held a sky blue helmet carelessly in one hand, the other he ran through his unruly dark brown hair. His uniform read 13.

"Hiya, Church!" Caboose greeted cheerfully.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go," Church sighed.

Caboose rose, bringing Donut up with him. He turned towards the cheerleader and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"See you later, Muffins."

Caboose walked past his teammate, oblivious to Donut's blush (both from the kiss and the odd-but likable-nickname). Church started to follow, but then turned back towards Donut.

"Thanks, Pinkie," he said, and then went to catch up with Caboose. Donut simply nodded, in shock, until the words became concrete in his mind.

"It's not pink! It's light red!" Donut yelled after him. "…And you're welcome," he whispered, delicately touching the spot where Caboose had kissed him.