A/N: This isn't really a hardcore "story', it's just something that I will work on as inspiration comes. It will never be labeled as complete, as this is where I will dump all one-shot type stories. A lot will be garbage, but hey, sometimes garbage is fun to read. Most of this is going to be humor, with other genres thrown in. Have fun!

If Near followed me around school for a day.

It was a little chilly that morning, as it was only April. There was a cold drizzle and a light wind that cut through all but the heaviest of coats, leaving a chill in one's body for awhile after coming into the warmth. I looked up from my feet towards the second set of doors just to see Near sitting on the bench in between. Once I noticed him, he got up and came over to me.

"Near?! What are you DOING here? I already told you that it wouldn't be a good idea!" I said quietly.

Near simply twirled his hair. "Yes, that is what you said. However, I have since come to my own conclusion, and feel that the risk presented isn't enough to warrant me staying away. I know that by observing you in school, I can get a better idea of who you are. You yourself have already said that you act differently in public than you do alone with people you know well."

I sighed. "Fine. But only today."

Near let out a small smirk. "That is all I will need."

I scoffed slightly, slightly irritated that he had done this. He hadn't even given me a chance to plan an explanation for his presence! I also didn't imagine him reacting that well to all the people in the school. Sure, it was small, only a little over 400 students, but that was more than he was used to. The most people he was ever really around at one time was at Wammy's, and that wouldn't have been anywhere near as many people as a school. Even further, these people wouldn't know to leave him alone like the kids at Wammy's did. They would be bugging him non stop, both because he was new, and because of his unusual appearance. Plenty of kids wore pajamas to school, so how he was dressed wouldn't attract too much attention, it was his hair. No one at my school had white hair, except a couple of teachers.

As we were walking, I felt him slip his hand into mine. He tended to do this quite a bit, despite being 17. I suspected he had some form of autism, as many of his habits reflected a diagnosis like that. The way he always dressed, for one. Loose fitting pajamas, and socks. No shoes, never barefoot. Just socks. There was also his habit of playing with his hair. His difficulty with normal social interaction also reflected that. Granted, there was a hell of a lot more going on with his head than autism, but autism was most likely in there. We arrived at my first class, Animal Science. Most of the units revolved around agricultural animals, but we were also taught how to care for the various animals that called the room home. Including two cats, two snakes, two doves, two frogs, a salamander, a cockatiel, two chickens, a bearded dragon, a gecko, a tarantula, a hedgehog, a chinchilla, a rabbit, and a little brown rodent called a degu. The only two that weren't contained were the cats, but students would take out some of the others to have at their table spots with them for something to pet while working.

Once we got through the door (which had a terrible habit of getting stuck when closed), I went across the room and sat down. Near seemed slightly concerned at the number of animals in the room, and chose to sit in the chair next to me instead of the floor. He took a deck of cards from his pocket and started building a card tower. Honestly, I never understood how he could get them to stay up on such a smooth surface. I got up and walked across the room to get the bull snake. She was only a baby, so could easily fit in your hand, but she would eventually grow to be over five feet long. I gently took her out of her container, and draped her around my shoulders. She proceeded to explore my hair as I sat back down. Near looked at the snake, and she looked back for a moment before they both went back to their previous tasks. I just pulled out my phone, going from game to game. The class was technically of the college level, but it never felt like that. The only time it felt college-y was during the genetics unit. Otherwise, I could easily just go through the class without listening and still do quite well, usually a B or an A.

I was jolted away from my phone as I heard a soft clattering. The chinchilla was right in front of me, and had gone straight through Near's card tower, knocking it over. She quickly ran to the opposite end of the table row, back to whoever had taken her out to begin with. Near was just holding a card, a vaguely shocked expression frozen on his face. I couldn't quite stifle a chuckle though, and he glared at me. Near's glares weren't too expressive, as his face remained passive. All the expression was in his eyes. I could see the spark of irritation in them, and instantly shut up, going back to my phone. In the brief time I had looked up, though, I had seen the vast majority of the class staring at Near. Not surprising, though I was concerned now that he had been brought to the forefront of everyone's minds. I froze when the teacher stopped in front of him.

"Excuse me, but may I ask what you are doing here?" he asked.

I responded before Near had the chance. "He's following me for today, wants to see what this school is like. He wants to come here at some point, but he just needs to make sure it would fit him. It's only for today, though, then he's going home."

The teacher nodded. "Okay."

I narrowly avoided sighing in relief as he walked back to the front of the room. Glancing at Near, I could see that he had taken out a small action figure instead. I wondered where he kept all of his toys...they seemed to just appear out of thin air, as there were never any noticeable lumps in his pockets. Oh, well. Not that I cared too much, as long as he was entertained. I simply went back to my phone, focusing on my games.

The bell rang to leave, so I got up, put the snake back, and left with Near in tow. Walking up the stairs, I kept Near's hand in mine. Intellectually, he could beat anyone in this school. But physically, he didn't have much going for him. He was only about five feet tall, after all. We stopped in front of a door and entered my next class; chemistry. Walking in, all I smelled was butane. Okay, good sign, we would be setting things on fire today. That was always fun. Before my teacher could ask, I told her the same thing I had told my animal science teacher. She accepted just as readily, and I took my spot. Most of the class was quite boring, and passed without incident. A few people looked at Near in curiosity, but no one bothered him. As it turned out, only the teacher got to set things on fire, which was disappointing. The bell rang, and I put my things away. I briefly overheard a conversation, but the only thing I could get out of it was that they thought I was babysitting. I wondered for a moment if Near really looked that young. Looking at him, he could pass as a twelve year old, but no younger. I had no idea why they seemed to think i was babysitting him, but whatever. He may have codependence issues, but he was still far more intelligent than (most likely) everyone else in the school. So far, the only thing I found that I knew more about than him was birds, and that was just because he didn't care.

I walked to my next class, a very large one. About one hundred students were there at once. My school called it 'House'. It was basically a conglomeration of English, Social Studies, and Science. You couldn't really separate one subject from the other as they all blended together, but it was okay. Like normal classrooms, it was open. Along the edges, there were small half-walled areas where student's desks were located, and in the middle was tables and chairs facing two pull-down screens with projectors and a rolling white board. THIS would be the class Near would have problems with, with so many people in one place all talking at once. I walked to the corner area to my desk, putting down my backpack and taking out what I needed. Near followed, his hand in mine the whole time. I sat down at a rather isolated table in the middle of the room, as I usually did. As normal, no one else sat with me. It wasn't because I wasn't likeable, it was because I was just too quiet, and never really talked to many people. Near sat at the table next to me and took out his action figure again. As expected, people stared at him, but said nothing. I had already handed a note to my teachers (there were three) explaining his presence, calling him Michael. That was now his alias in my school. I idly played on my phone while the teachers talked, half-listening. Nothing too big was going on, and I already understood the basic idea of what we were doing. Before I knew it, it was lunch time. I walked over to my desk and pulled my lunch from my backpack. I sat on the floor next to my desk, and Near sat next to the half-wall, still playing with his action figure. Doesn't look like people are gonna bother him, after all, I thought. However, I had spoken too soon.

A blonde girl approached. I couldn't remember her name, but I knew she was part of the class. She stopped right in front of me, looking at me expectantly. Looks like I had to speak, first.

"What?" I asked, through a mouthful of chips.

"Hi! I was just wondering if it would be okay if I talked to him," She asked, jutting her chin to indicate Near.

I smirked. This could be interesting. "Sure, go ahead. His name's Michael. I can't guarantee that he'll respond, though."

She smiled and bounced slightly. Guess she really liked kids. She knelt in front of Near.

"Hi." she paused. "I'm Bree. That's a cool action figure you got there. Is it your favorite?"

I nearly burst out laughing. She was talking to him like he was five! Now I just hoped Near responded. Near looked up, and I waited with baited breath.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop speaking to me as if I were a toddler. I understand that I look younger than I really am, but that does not make being spoken to like that any less annoying." He said, monotone as always.

Bree just sat there, shocked silent. I laughed. "Yeah, he's seventeen." I informed.

"Actually, I'm eighteen now." Near piped up.

"Oh, really? Happy birthday, then." I said, taking a bite of sandwich.

Bree was still silent. "If you must know, Bree, this action figure is indeed my preferred one. However, I still prefer cards, dice, and matches over action figures. I can do more with those things, mainly create elaborate constructs." Near said.

"O...kay…" Bree said. She slowly got up and walked away, the shock still evident on her face.

As she walked into the pod next to mine, I heard her friends ask what happened. The only thing she could say was "she's not babysitting…"

I laughed again, and saw that Near was smirking. Devious little shit, that was his whole goal with her! I laughed even harder at that realization. Unfortunately, now her friends were curious, so they came over. They crowded around Near, asking him all sorts of questions. He simply ignored them. Once they stopped with the normal questions, one guy asked why he wasn't answering.

Near looked up again. "I am not answering because I deem these questions unnecessary. Some I do not know the answers to, such as why my hair is white or why I appear so much younger than I am. I am aware that I behave in a childish manner, but my intellect is far above your own. So please stop bothering me." he stated.

One guy looked about ready to punch him. "Yeah, is that right? If you're so much smarter, then why are you in a high school?"

"I am following McKenna around, to see what she does during the day. I am unfamiliar with schools, so I was curious. I know that this school is far different from most, but it still gives me an idea. So far, it's pretty interesting." Near said, pulling out a deck of cards.

"What do you mean, you're not familiar with schools? You're homeschooled?" A girl asked.

"In a sense, yes. I would not have been able to progress in a school, as I can learn things far quicker than most. I most likely would have skipped several grades in one school year." He said, stacking his cards into a tower.

Another person showed up, a guy. He had a calculus book along with some paper and pencil in hand. He dropped them in front of Near, the breeze effectively knocking over his cards. Near fixe the boy with an angry glare. At least, I knew it was angry. All his expression was in his eyes, and was very subtle. If you didn't know him well enough, he came across as an emotionless robot. But at the moment, he was quite irritated. No one else noticed, though.

"Fine. If you're so smart, let's see how many of these problems you can do before lunch ends." He stated smugly, opening the book to a random page.

Near sighed. "Fine. As long as all of you agree to leave me alone after."

The group nodded, and Near got to work. I simply smirked and turned back to my phone. He would complete far more than they would think possible, especially since he wasn't given a calculator. The bell rang ten minutes later, and Near put down the pencil, looking up at the amazed group of students before him. He had completed 78 problems in ten minutes, without a calculator. Near simply picked up his scattered cards, putting them into the box before walking over to me.

"I am going to leave now, as I feel that while this group will leave me alone, others will not once they hear of this. It was interesting, today. I feel I have a more complete picture of you, now. Goodbye." He said, then walked away.

He pulled out a phone as he walked, most likely to contact Rester to come get him. I smiled, waving goodbye at his retreating figure. Soon after, I got up myself and returned to my spot in the classroom. The group of students who had challenged him simply stood around the book and paper with Near's work on it, checking all of his answers. Knowing him, none would be wrong. It took them a whole five minutes more before one of them shouted out that he had to have cheated somehow. I laughed, before returning my focus to my phone. It was a good thing that Near wouldn't be coming with me again, as no one would soon forget THAT.

A/N: Hey, guys! Hope this was entertaining enough. I was thinking of doing a few more of these, where different characters follow me around school for the day. I would like you guys to vote on whether or not I should. If I get none, I'll keep doing it. Otherwise, it'll depend on how many people vote. It's not straight majority rules, but if there is an overwhelming number of people who don't like it, I'll stop.

Happy reading!