A Bumble Bee x Rascal Bee short, recommendation from @FoxInarathefooox

The two are fine with their leaders dating. They're okay with the fact, and are not bothered to much about it at all. No, the problem is the stupid match makers *cough cough* Cobalt *cough cough* Crimson *cough cough*. Anyway, Rascal is teasing Bumble about the many comparisons and comments between the two, and Bumble isn't having any of it. But seriously, there is no other way to see it, so stop trying to deny it Bumble. We all know you feel the same.

Post "Why The Rivalry"

This whole short is told in Bumble's POV

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Bumble's POV

I sat down in my room, writing in my notebook personal notes, many just reminders for myself for the day, or the week. I don't just write to keep up with things I need to remember. I also write to keep myself distracted. Ever since Bucko and Riley got together, people are already placing bets on how long it would be until me and Rascal would get together. It's ridiculous, people assume that just because you have similar functions or abilities with someone, your automatically destine with that person. Sure we have a lot in common, but I don't take that as a valid reason for all the fuss.

*Knock *Knock*

Startled at the sudden noise, I looked up from my place at my desk towards the direction of my bedroom door. "Who is it?" I called out, now standing, walking towards the door. "It's Bubble, can I come in?" I smiled, opening the door for him. Bubble smiled back, and walked in.

"So what brings you here, Bubble?" I looked at his direction with a small smile. He sits on the, and crosses his legs; criss-cross-applesauce style. I grabbed my chair from my desk and turn it around to face Bubble, and sat down.

"Nothing really, just wanted to see if you were doing okay. You seem very.... distant lately." He stated with a smile. But, Bubble's face shifted into a concerned one. "Everything is okay, is it?" I let out a sigh, resting my head on my hand. Thinking about the question; nothing was really wrong for say, but I always have weird feeling.

"No, I wouldn't say anything is wrong Bubble, but I wouldn't say everything is "peachy" either." I answered, emphasizing "peachy". Bubble's face seems to soften.

"If I were to take a guess, it's about the Bucko-Riley thing, isn't it?" I look at him and let out a sigh. Bubble is always the master of looking throw people, or in this cause, bees. He just wants you to admit it yourself.

"No, not really. I couldn't care less about their relationship. The problem I have is that everyone is saying that I would be perfect with Rascal just because Bucko and Riley are such a perfect match. What kind of conclusion is that?!" At this point, I'm just pouring out my frustration at Bubble. "And if that was the cause, that seems like a lousy excuse for such a bold claim." I ended with venom in my mouth, crossing my arms.

"Okay, do you know Rascal's reaction, or response to this?" I let out another sigh, covering my eyes with my hands.

"He's encouraging it! Whenever I'm in the area where they are talking about this, he would always draw the attention on me and put his arm around me, and say stuff like "Of course we're together, as you can see" or "Ya we're a thing, obviously". It starting to push me over my calm level. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" I look at him in defeat as he puts himself in thinking mode. Then, he looks up at me a begins talking.

"Well, I understand how this makes you feel. You say he encourages it, yes? Well, you still haven't enterally answered my question. What about how he deals with it in private. In a public area, that does seem like a reasonable response. Plus, this is Rascal we're talking. From what I have observed, he always seems to joke about a situation, no matter of minor or major it is. I suggest going him directly in private, and ask him his actual stand of the issue." I look at Bubble, considering his proposal.

"But what if you tries to dance around the issue?" I asked, narrowing my brows. I feel something warm land on my shoulder. I look over at Bubble again to see him standing.

"Just keep forcing the issue on him. I'm positive he'll break sooner or later. And if he tries to walk away from it, just stump him with a question that'll make him stop and think. I gotta go now, but I hope you guys can resolve this. It's painful to watch this play out on a daily basics. See ya, Bumble." Then, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Well, might as well get this over with so I don't have to worry about it later. I stood up, and walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.

BSSBSSBSSBSSBSSBSS

As I flew across the map to the Red HQ, I started to play out of the conversation in my head. But, something that Bumble said still stuck with me. 'Just stump him with a question that'll make him stop and think.' I guess, it'll come to me when the time comes. I landed in front of the red force field and waited.

Soon enough, one of the red bees, I'm assuming Fire, was at the force field staring at me, waiting to state my business.

"I need to talk to Rascal, it's important." I stated, waiting for any reaction from him.

The thing with Fire is that he's not really capable of speaking. But if he does happen to say something, and you can understand, it sounds like an enderman trying to talking, but with more of a "flamey" accent to it. So he just relies on making gestures to communicate, like sign language.

Fire blinks a few times at me, then makes a very noticeable smirk. I narrow my brows to make a death glare at him as he deactivates the force field to let me in. I walk in and turn make at him, waiting for him to show me where Rascal is.

After Fire reactivates the shield, he gestures his hand in a way that means to follow him as he walks down a hallway, and I follow him down. After about a minute of walking, we stop at a door that says, 'Caution! Only The Coolest of People Allowed!' and ' Rascal :D & Rage's >:( Room'. I was obvious that Rascal was the one that designed the door. I look towards Fire, and thank him. He faces the door, and runs his index finger threw Rage's name, then shakes his head.

"Rage isn't here?" I asked raising my brow, just to clarify. He shakes his head again, and smirks at me again, then waves goodbye. I rolled my eyes, then faced the door, taking a deep breath before knocking on it. I waited a few seconds, hearing shuffling noises; the door opening finally to a messy haired Rascal Bee, in a T-Shirt and sweatpants. Judging by his face and appearance, it almost seems like he was asleep. He blinks a few times. "Can I help you?" He says, his voice weak, and words a little slurred.

Yup, definitely was asleep. I thought to myself. But, he does look a little cut- NO, not doing that. I scolded to myself.

"I need to talk to you about something, Rascal," I said, and it seems that the sound of my voice was enough to wake him up completely, because his eyes widened and became more focused. "Can I come in or no?" I asked, my patience starting to run out for today. He moves to the said without saying anything, eyeing my every move. I sat down on of the arm chairs in the corner of the room.

"What can I do for ya?" Rascal asked, voice still a little weak, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out, and sits down, crossed legged, on the end of his bed, which is in front of me by a few feet.

"You know how everyone is comparing us to be a couple, right?" I started, to get his mind to start thinking. Rascal doesn't respond from a long minute, but his eyes are closed. I was about to call out his name, but he gives out a small "Yes", then open his eyes.

"Okay, to keep it short and simple, I want to know why you're encouraging it. We're nothing alike, and of course we're obviously not together." I stressed, pointing my finger at him. He closed his eyes again, using his hand to massage his eyes.

"Well, we're obviously together right now, so I don't see what you're fussing about." I could her the smirk in his response, though he still covered his eyes with his hand, obviously still tired. I know that sleep is important, and he's probably fighting himself not to fall asleep, but this can't wait, this conversation is long overdue.

"See, that's my point. You're just playing with the situation, and I'm done with it!" I yelled at him, standing up, getting in his face. Rascal eyes opened eyes amber eyes, and startled back a little.

"Well?" I asked, death glaring him, with my arms crossed. He slowly lays down, and closes his eyes. I started to growl at him.

"What did you do it for, your own entertainment? If so, it not really funny in my opinion." I stated dryly. Rascal uncovers his eyes and stares at the ceiling, and lets out a sigh.

"Whatever you want it to mean, it for me to know, and for you to try and find out," He answers, his voice a little stronger than before. "I'll just leave it at that. If that's all you wanted to come here for, you can leave, I'm tired." I narrowed my brows again, but I slowly soften my face.

"If what they are saying, and what you are doing as a response; is it just a coverup of what you actually want?" I asked quietly, sitting back down in the chair. The question seems to make Rascal stiffen up. I straighten up my back a little to get a glimpse of his eyes to see they were widened to their maximum.

After a minute of waiting for a response, his eyes finally relaxes, and he response with it question.

"Is it weird that it is?" He asks with a quiet voice, barely vocal. My eyes widen in shock. He slowly sits himself up on the bed, and stands up in front of me, bending to meet my level from where I sat on the arm chair.

"I'm not really vocal of asking for things I need or want, so I just play it off a some joke to somehow remind myself that it won't be given to me. Sorry if it made you made or whatever," Rascal states, looking into my eyes. "And its good to know how you feel so I don't have to worry about it anymore." He finishes with a small smile. I frown a the state.

"You know, you could've said something, or just talked to me. I'm one of the most reasonable people in this game." I tried to reassure. He just shakes his head, and smiles again.

"Again, not very vocal in that category." He states, knowing sitting on the floor.

"Well, what if I said sure, and we can see how things turn out?" I asked, sliding on the floor to sit next to him. Rascal looks at me with disbelief.

"U-uh, s-sure, I guess. Maybe It would've been better to have this conversation when I'm more awake, I'm still sleepy." He chuckled, leaning his head on me. I just smiled at the act. Then, I feel him lift my left hand, and give it a gentle kiss on its back, smiling in it.