Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 16: This is a civilised conversation.

Dedicated toooooo: @candivoric (betcha didn't expect that ;))

Random person: *THROWS A TABLE AT SKITTOLATE'S BEAUTIFUL FACE* Y U NO UPDATE IN TWO WEEKS?!?

Skittolate: *narrowly dodges* I, errr, was eating?

Random person: ....

Skittolate: I was running?

Random person: Get out.

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•CHAD•

"Ahem," Ron pronounced softly. I bit my tongue and tightly closed one of my eyes as I noticed his presence. I really hope he doesn't have a picture of us right now.

Brad seemed unfazed though. He was still hugging me tightly. "Brad, I think we should, uhm." I whispered before trying to pull away.

"A-ahemm," Ron said again, this time exaggerating it even more. He might have even gagged and choked to get our attention.

Suddenly, Brad snapped back, stepping on my shoe in the process. I have no idea how he managed to do that, go ask him.

"I was uh, he hit me. It was a long hit." Brad fumbled, examining his interesting shoes.

"I never asked..." Ron said smugly.

"I-I know, I'm just putting it out there. Just sharing facts." He said, pulling his sweater down.

"Right!" He agreed. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"Right, we should get going." Brad said and walked off towards the jeep.

Ron leaned over behind my back and whispered, "Did I miss anything?"

I pushed his shoulder with mine, "A little bromance, that's all. Hopefully, we would deal with a cheerful grumpy pants from now on."

"Aw, you were helping your wittle bwother with his feelings!" He nudged me.

I gagged. "He's not my —" I stopped myself from saying that. "I wasn't. We were just talking. Now stop talking like a girl."

"Talking with your hands and chest. I wasn't talking like a girl, that is highly sexist! Every boy has the right to –"

"Shut up." I scoffed as we reached the car.

We got in the car. (Again, I was in the backseat.) "Where are we going?" Brad asked.

"Utah. I've set the GPS so we should be there in about two hours."

"Joy!" I said, knocking Brad's head.

Billy: was that necessary?

Yeah, his hair is soft.

Billy: don't you hate soft hair?

That's why I hit it. Stupid Billy.

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