Smevalicious banner Brian’s POV Heh heh heh… Syphilis. The poor kid looks kinda pale. Ah well at least now I get to be his tour guide. I check the clock and it’s about time to pack up. I grab my notebook from under the desk, unfortunately moving away from Justin. I sit back up, and see Justin blushing and I give him the, yea I know you were checking me out, you’re not so bad yourself, look. “So, what’s your next class?” I ask, hoping it’s with me. “Ummm…” He pulls out his schedule, “Gym with Schinto.” Puuuuuurfect, I’m in his class and we are in our swimming unit right now, I’ll get to see his delectable bubble butt in wet swimming trunks. “Same as me,” I reply, “I shall lead the way” That earns a chuckle out of the boy. The bell rings and we head out into the crowed halls of North Allegheny High. Justin’s POV Shit Shit Fuck. Did he say swimming? How the hell am I getting out of this one? Gym is bad enough; the stupid shorts and T-shirts don’t cover the bruises on my arms and legs anyway, but a swimsuit!? And to top it all off this gorgeous Adonis next to me will see me. I’m not delusional enough to think that he’s gay and would want me, but I don’t want him to think of me as some stupid little faggot who can’t stand up for himself against his daddy. My stomach stinks every step I take towards my doom. We arrive all too quickly at the locker room and I’m lucky I don’t have to dress, seeing as I don’t have a suit or locker. “Coach’s office is right through there,” Brian points to a hallway off of the locker room and sadly I must part with the beauty. “Thanks,” I manage to croak out, and head off to the office. I talked to the teacher (he’s apparently the soccer coach, hence Brian’s reference to that name) Coach Schinto and my embarrassment will begin tomorrow, thank God for small victories right? Apparently today all I have to do is sit back and watch. After about five minutes they all come out and I almost start salivating when I see Brian. His chest is some what defined, not disgustingly steroid-like, his arms are toned and muscular and his stomach is flat, and the only offending garment he is wearing are black swim trunks. Brian catches me staring at him and smirks. Damn him, he winks, and I now have some doubts about his straightness. I pull my sketch book out of my backpack and start to draw the beautiful scene unfolding, Brian + Swim trunks+ Water = Happy, Horny Justin. Time goes by pretty quickly after that and I find myself having to think about old wrinkly old lesbians going down on each other to get rid of my hard-on before Brian comes out of the locker room. Brian’s POV Well it seems SOMEone is interested, Justin was staring at me the entire period, not that I don’t mind. Actually it’s a compliment, to my worshipablity. I dry my hair with a crappy green towel from the bin and I know they have enough money to get rid of these awful things, ah well at least I’m not a swimmer. He’s waiting for me outside the locker room when I come out, he’s cute when I doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. “So where are ya off to now Sunshine?” Sunshine? I need to fuck this kid soon, he’s making me crazy. Apparently he likes the name and smiles. Holy crap his smile is blinding, it lights up the room, Sunshine, it fits. “AP Art Portfolio” Jesus, the boy must be a friggin Picasso to get into that class. “Impressive,” is the only word out of my mouth before he beams at me again, “but the poor schmucks like myself in AP Government, are on the other side of the school.” His smile falls and I never want to see that again. But God must love me today because lo and behold Lindsay Peterson, a quasifriend and fellow artiste walks past and I grab her and ask her to escort the blue eyed blonde to class. I scurry off to AP Government with a certain bubble butt on my mind. Lindsay’s POV Well, well, well Brian Kinney asking for help, this has got to be a first. We were friends in elementary school but we separated in high school, him socializing with the asshole jocks, and becoming one I might add, and me hanging out with the artsy types, and Melanie. So when he caught my arm and flashed a grin asking me to take Justin to class I can say I was a little more than surprised. And not just ANY art class, AP Portfolio, the highest and most prestigious art classes NAH has to offer. Even I couldn’t get into that class, humph, stuck up bastards. “So, Justin, where did you move from?” I might as well start a conversation, he seems nervous and he could maybe get me a recommendation to get into his class next semester if I play my cards right. “Chicago, so are you in my AP Portfolio too?” Huh, touchy subject apparently, I guess I’ll have to have a talk with Brian after school. “Nope I with the other low-lifes in Honors Painting Studio, but I’m hoping to move up next semester.” “Oh well I hope you do, I think this is me thanks for the direction.” “What period do you have lunch?” What the hell? He needs some friends besides Brian. “6th” “Me too, you can sit with me and the other crazy art, theatre, and music kids” Clinically insane might be pushing it, but they ARE weird, and gay, and from my perception Justin will fit in just fine.