Yay, it's a revival story! This is my first story on my new computer, so here you go.

"You were flirting with her!"

It was the first thing that Bobby heard as he stepped into his room. His roommate John's voice was muffled by the pillow his face was buried in, the hood of his jacket covering his head.

"Why? Does it matter?"

John liked accusing his roommate of things, acting like it hurt his feelings ("You talked to Professor Summers!). When Bobby asked the does it matter question, John would pop up with a look of 'duh, I don't care'.

So John's answer came as a surprise.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

Bobby frowned. No way. John didn't like him. Did he? Sure, Bobby liked John, but John flirted with anyone but his roommate.

After a moment of silence, John felt pressure on his back, the cold creeping through his jacket.

"John," Bobby said softly. "What did you say?"

Slowly, John turned onto his back and pulled his hood down. His hazel eyes didn't meet the bright blue of Bobby's.

"I said, yeah, Robert. Are you deaf?"

John was on the defensive, his arms crossed and his fingers fiddling with the lighter he had pulled from his pocket.

"Why does it bother you?"

John shrugged. "I don't like her. She's weird."

"Says the one that controls fire."

"Says the one who's your friend. She's gonna steal you, I can tell."

"Steal me from who?"

"Me."

That was the word that triggered eyes to meet. John, realizing what he had said, looked away again. Bobby grinned.

"No, she won't."

"Oh, really?" asked John, looking at Bobby again.

Bobby leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to John's in a sweet, quick kiss.

"Really."