A/N: This was inspired by a scene I witnessed on my way home on the bus. Coincidentally the shorter guy I saw had silver jewelry on his left ear too.

What had caught her eye about the two guys were their assets, which definitely put them in the "good-looking and drool-worthy" category. The slightly shorter guy had climbed into the bus first, and he had settled in the seat in front of her. The other guy followed and flopped into the same seat, happily landing on and practically squashing his friend as he laughed lightly.

The first guy was a brunette with a floppy fringe and had emerald eyes, with several silvery metallic piercings on his left ear. The taller by a tad guy had shocking red long hair with two long spiked, gelled strands, crimson eyes, and was tanner and broader than the first guys. Kids these days, she mused, going crazy with the hair dye jobs and what's with the recent trend, coloured contact lens? Change the colour of your pupils. When by default of their race they should have raven hair and ebony eyes. Though it amused her to see such striking features.

She had been ruminating while on her way home at the end of a long day, but was jolted out of her reverie by the appearance of the guys. They looked younger than her, perhaps in their mid teens and carried the slightly gawky awkwardness of teenage boys who'd shot up too fast all of a sudden and didn't know quite what to do with gangly limbs and advantaged statuesque. For they were tall; she could see that as they came down the aisle.

Still it was obvious that the second guy was a charmer; he projected an air of easy confidence and carried himself with attitude, seemingly rather at ease with his body, eyes laughing and just a hint of a smirk waiting to break out. She'll bet he was a heartbreaker, leaving a trail of discarded love letters and shards of broken hearts in his wake. He wore the "I know I'm hot, and you know it too" look on top of leather jacket, white tank top and tight black jeans. She wondered what sports he did, with that toned, muscular physique, tanned skin and athletic, imposing gait.

The other guy seemed more genteel, carrying himself with more poise and gracefulness. She guessed in a few years' time when he was more comfortable with his body he would be a figure of grace and elegance, none of that awkwardness or clumsiness. He gave the impression of a cat, stretching itself out lazily in the sun and curling back smoothly. Erudite, she decided. Combined with his pale skin, slender fingers and pair of glasses perch on top his nose, he looked the part of a bookworm, a highly studious guy clad in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Strange bedfellows, really. The odd couple.

The guys readjusted themselves so that the redhead was no longer crushing the brunette, although she couldn't help but notice that it seemed they were still closer physically than need be within the constrains of the bus seat and was it her imagination or did the redhead seem to be snuggling just the slightest bit to his friend?

The redhead glanced at his friend, grinning, "Hey, 'kai, where you wanna go for dinner?"

The brunette, kai, had his earphones plugged in (she saw the cross of black wires across his equally pale nape) and didn't seem to catch it. "I beg your pardon, I didn't catch that…?"

The redhead's grin widened, mischief creeping into his smile. Then without missing a beat, he leaned into his friend so that his nose was almost in kai's hair, casually lifted a lock of brown hair near his ear, pulled the earphone out with his other hand, and whispered something into his ear; she didn't catch it. Then he made a small biting motion, as though wanting to run his teeth along his friend's ear before letting go of his hair and leaning back onto the seat, smug as a Cheshire cat.

The brunette blushed faintly as he murmured an apology and gave some suggestions for dinner, pulling the other earphone out at the same time. After which the redhead leaned his head against the brunette's head so that their heads were touching side by side, and the redhead slung his arm casually across the other's shoulder, both of them murmuring furiously, punctuated by a few snorts and chuckles.

A few minutes had passed when the brunette pulled something out of his back pocket. She didn't see what it was, but both of them seemed to be pouring intently over it. The redhead gestured at it with his free hand and she heard him laughing at it. Then quick as flash the brunette whacked the redhead lightly on the forehead with whatever he was holding, just enough to tease but not hurt. They broke apart, the redhead with a look of mock hurt and pain as he rubbed his head, and it was the brunette's turn to smile with impish satisfaction.

"Ow! That hurts ok?" Mock scowl.

"That'll teach you not to ridicule my picture." Smoothly wicked grin.

"Hmpf. You're so evil." Scowl slowly turning into roguish smirk. "But I'll get you for that, muhaha…"

"Wait, this is unfair, you started it, argh, no!"

At this point the redhead lunged for the brunette's hair, while the latter tried desperately to bat his hands away. They ended up tussling with hands and hair within narrow constrains for a bit, roughhousing like typical playful teenage boys, yet the sexual tension underlying it was undeniable.

Finally the redhead caught the brunette's hands and panted, "Ok, ok, truce, please?"

"Very well. I'll spare you this time." A bright upward curvature apparent on both faces.

The redhead lowered their hands, but still holding onto his friend's hands. The brunette snuggled closer to their original position and rested his head on the redhead's shoulder. She caught drifts of murmurs from them all the way till the bus arrived at her stop.

They didn't see her, too absorbed in each other, but she was beaming at them as she slowly climbed down the bus. The bus sped off, carrying the two lovers to their sunset.

She sighed. They're almost too sweet for words, really.