Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 15: Ew, your hair is soft.

AN: Do NOT skip the note at the end. I also need your opinion, guys.

Dedicated to: @DuskMintnight

•CHAD•

I'll admit. The reason I annoy Brad is because it distracts him, and sometimes also makes him smile. Plus, it makes me look like I hate him.

Billy: I cannot beat that sense of humour, Chad. Wow, most logical way to make someone happy.

It's also fun, okay?

After a few miles of silent driving, Ron spoke up. "Nice weather, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow at the mirror so he could see my 'stop talking' face. Brad was still grumpy and he had his jaw clenched for more than half an hour.

"Who pissed in your baby food today?" I asked, kicking my feet up on the back of his seat and putting my hands behind my head.

He grunted.

I chuckled and put my legs down. "Stop being a gorilla, would you?" I ruffled his hair, just to get —

Ew, his hair is soft.

Billy: That's a good thing?

No, rough hair is more manly.

"Ugh dude, your hair is soft." I voiced out.

"It's better cthan wearing a cactus on my head like you." He said in a low voice.

"Cactus? I don't remember letting you sit on my head." I said.

"This will be fun." Ron muttered under his breath, showing an amused smile.

"You shouldn't let anyone sit on your head with that cactus head." He said.

"The only cactus I see in this jeep is you, Brad. Seriously, what's wrong?! You're acting like a Grumpy Porcupine." I said, frustrated.

"I am not grumpy or angry! Shut the hell up and go back to playing your stupid flappy bird." He yelled.

"I –"

"I have a Swiss Army Knife in my pocket and I will not hesitate to cut your heart into a million pieces and throw it in a volcano."

"O–"

"Oh, wait. You don't have a heart." He snapped.

"Okay." I said in an almost inaudible voice. I had sunk into my seat, not wanting to make Brad angrier.

Ron whistled and drummed his fingers on the wheel. There wasn't much traffic, and I could tell we were getting close to the countryside. He turned on the radio, to lighten up the mood.

I wanted to murder the radio when the song started.

"Perfect." Brad said under his breath. He leaned on his window with fingers punching the bridge of his nose. I could also see his pulse on his forehead.

Billy: Someone's gonna burst an artery.

Shh. Don't breathe so loudly.

Billy: I'm not breathing, you idiot.

Shh.