Please note that the characters are quite older.

One-shot? I don't know...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Rugrats... I wish I could meet Dill though

EXPLAINATION: I have no idea how I thought this up...

Tommy Pickles pushed away his long purple hair from his eyes, adjusting the camera on his best friend. "Say 'Hi' Chuckie!" He commanded (as director) waving his pinky at him.

Chuckie made a face.

"Say hi to Mister Camera!" He called.

"Tommy, can't you put that away!"

His friend only brought it closer to his face. He shot the lens right up Chuckie's nose and laughed. "I can see your brain!"

"No, you can't!"

"Can. It's pink... and it looks squishy... "

"Spare me the details."

"... And it looks like a huge pile of wet spagetti... but fatter... "

"Tommy!"

"You know I like teasing you."Oh, he knew.

Tommy finally put the camera away. "Then what do you want to do?"

He decided to not answer that one. There was so much that he wanted to do, he was just sure his purple-haired friend wouldn't be so thrilled. Straight guys didn't appeal to kisses from guys. But he could dream, right?

Faint techno music sounded from somewhere in the Pickles house. Dill's new hobby. It almost made him dance. Almost. But he was a bad dancer. (unless you were talking slow dances, he had taken lessons) Instead he tapped his foot against the rug.

He was so caught up, he had almost forgotten the purpose of the sleepover. It made him stomach twist nervously. But he was going to do it. He was going to tell Tommy the way he felt. That he had fallen in love.

It was probably stupid. Maybe Tommy would stop being his friend... He didn't know. Or just freak out and tell everyone. Well... now that his family was moving, he'd have to get it off his chest.

"I want to make memories," Tommy put in, helpfully. "I'm really going to miss you."

"Me too, Tommy, me, too."

"Well what should we do on our last day together?" he asked, experated.

"We'll still got a few days."

"But you'll be packing."

Chuckie finally looked his friend in the eye. "Well... there is something I wanted to tell you."

"What's that?"

"It's a secret I've had awhile."

Tommy was getting curious. "What's that?"

He wet his lips, then took a breath. He said he was going to do this and dammit, he would! "You might freak out," he warned.

"Go on."

"Oh fine. I-I've liked you for a long time."

"Um... well, I've liked you, too."

"No, really liked." He picked nervously at the rug's string. "Tommy... I'm gay."

There was a strange silence between them. He was holding onto the string as if it was a lifeline.

"You are?" Tommy repeated.

"You think I'd joke about it?"

He scratched at his off-colored hair. "Well... that explains a lot."

"Yeah. Just thought you'd want to know the truth." He began to stand up. "Do you want me to leave? I mean, if this this is too akward..."

"No, wait... um... look, if you're worried about me thinking you're wierd, I don't. You're my best friend. I just... I have to get used to the idea... I.. uh..." Chuckie caught his friend, blushing. He'd known his friend for his entire life. He grinned. He crawled forward a little and kissed his friend's lips. His friend went a deeper shade of red.

CLIFFHANGER! IF THIS IS OF ANYONE'S INTEREST, I SHALL CONTINUE! Please review and tell me either

(a) I'm a genius and deserve a medal

OR

(b)I'm an idiot and deserve a tomato in my face.

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