A/N: What's going on, everyone? It snowed today where I'm at. It was cold,and I possess absolutely no body heat. Joy.
So, these are just some random, short drabbles that aren't really connected to each other. Nor are they connected to Life, Game, Dream. Just a little fun, some based off things that have happened to me.
Also, my name for Grif's sister is Kerry in this (and everything else I write her in).
Genre: Humor/General
Pairings: I. Slight Grif/Simmons; II. Caboose/Donut, Doc/Sister; III. Church/Tucker; IV. None; V. None; VI. Sarge/Church
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: High School: The Oddest Frontier.
Warnings: Cursing, slash, het, slight violence, flirting, making-out, mentions and hints of sex.

School Days Haze
(Set One)

(I)

"Have you ever thought, Grif, that your grades are low because you don't do the work?" Dick Simmons asked the other seventeen-year-old. Said brunette shrugged his shoulders off-handedly, busy doodling on the worksheet they had been given.

"You ever think, Simmons, that I don't care?" he countered.

Simmons rolled his green eyes at the stubborn boy. Done with his own paper, he placed it neatly into a folder, which he then put into his book bag. He then took out a thick novel and opened it up to the sixteenth chapter. He could still see the Grif in his peripheral vision.

Grif, meanwhile, seemed disinterested in the other boy's doings. Secretly, however, he watched Simmons watch him from the corner of his eye as his hand kept on moving.

In the back of their minds they realized how they watched each other, that the other knew. It staid like that until the bell rang about ten minutes later.

As the rest of the class began to gather their things and leave the classroom, Simmons watched Grif finish his drawing. It was of a Bunsen burner exploding.

"That wouldn't happen unless you were doing something extraordinarily wrong and dangerous," Simmons told him.

"This is America, damn it; I can use my chemistry however I want."

Green eyes rolled again as the darker haired teen got up. Grif picked up his things and followed him out.

(II)

Franklin Delano Donut came to the edge of the diving board. He sucked in his breath before jumping off, tucking his legs underneath him. Baby blue eyes closing upon impact with the water, he went under.

The boy's heart pounded like a prisoner desperate to be released from a small, cramped cell. He pushed the panic down, however, as he pushed himself up. His blonde head soon resurfaced.

Donut rubbed the chlorine off his eyes and beamed at the only other person in the school pool that early: Kerry Grif. She smiled back at him, swimming over to the boy.

"You're really getting' better at this," she told him congratulatory.

"Thanks, Ker. Oh!" he exclaimed suddenly, looking past the brunette. "Here comes Caboose and Doc."

Kerry turned and saw said boys walking over on the side of the pool closest to her and Donut. Both groups waved at each other and the ones in the pool made their way over to the side.

When the boys reached the swimmers, Doc crouched down near Kerry while Caboose climbed in next to the blonde.

"What's up, Doc?" the girl asked, easing closer to him slyly.

"Nothing much," he replied. "How's Donut's swimming lessons coming along?"

Motioning to the boys currently making-out in the water she told him, "Great. Caboose is in charge of the next step."

"What's that?"

"Underwater sex."

"I'm sure he'll pass."

(III)

Donut and Kerry had dirt on Grif and Simmons, and used it as blackmail to get them to help paint the set for the school play. In turn, they had dirt on Tucker and Church, using it to blackmail them into painting the set instead.

Tucker and Church didn't have dirt on anyone.

"This is all your fuckin' fault, Tucker," Church growled, dipping his brush into the purple paint.

The mocha skinned teen put his roller at the top and brought it down, leaving a streak of wet paint in its wake. He let out a bored sigh as he repeated his actions.

"Man, this sucks. I had things to do, you know."

"Like what? Play Halo 3 on Legendary?"

"Already beat Legendary twice," Tucker told him. "I was gonna go Christmas shopping."

"For who?" Church asked, applying another coat to the almost dry part of the wall. Why the hell Donut wanted the wall purple was beyond him.

"You," Tucker replied simply. He grinned at how Church's dark blue eyes lit up with curiosity.

"What're you goin' to get me?" he asked eagerly, ever the selfish bastard Tucker, somehow, loved.

"New handcuffs. Because, you know, we broke the last pair."

(IV)

"Pull my hair one more time and see if I don't come back there, Andy," Tex dared her younger brother.

When she turned back around in the front seat, the sixteen-year-old reached over and pulled her hair again.

"Okay, that's it you sunuvabitch!" Tex exclaimed, climbing into the backseat.

As she wrapped her hands around his neck and began choking Andy, Tucker scooted out of the way. He just watched in amusement. Church, meanwhile, glanced at the scene through his rear-view mirror.

"Goddamn it, if I get into a crash before school, I'm making sure the backseat gets crushed under a semi or something," he promised. No one listened to him.

"If I didn't' love this care so much, I'd purposefully get rear-ended," Church grumbled to himself. His hands clenched the wheel so tightly that they could leave permanent indentions.

"Ow…Shit, Tex…fuckin'…hurts," Andy rasped, trying to pry his sister's fingers from around his neck.

"That's the point."

(V)

"What do I have to do to prove I'm bi?" Simmons demanded, green eyes narrowed in frustration.

"Get a girlfriend," Donut told him.

"I've hadgirlfriends before," he pointed out.

"That you actuallylike-like," the blonde specified.

"And that you don't turn lesbian," Grif added.

"You fuckin' cockbites. Why is it so hard to believe?"

"Because you're gay," Kerry answered simply as she took a bite out of her salad. The others nodded and made sounds of agreement.

"Goddamn it," Simmons cursed, burying his head in his hands.

(VI)

Tex paced the school dressing room, torn between anger, amusement, jealousy, and who-knows-what-else. From the couch, Donut and Kerry watched her with mounting interest that could only intensify the longer she kept silent about what was on her mind.

Eventually Donut asked, "What's wrong, Tex?"

"Yeah, what's up? You can tell us anything, even if you sorta hate us. But you hate everyone, so that's okay."

The older girl stopped pacing, opting instead to glare at the reflections in the large mirror. "Church finally had the balls to cheat on me," she told them.

"With who?"

"Sarge." Their mouths dropped in shock. After a minute, they regained coherent thought process.

"I knew he wasn't completely straight!" Donut exclaimed with a wide grin on his face.

"Told you almost everyone is bi. Except you and Simmons," Kerry told the boy.

Over where she stood, Tex clenched her jaw hard enough she swore she heard a cracking sound. That might have just been her sanity, though.