Hola! I was asked by a friend to over emphasise the boys personalities in a really cliché scenario. I was kinda confused as to how to personify each character, I mean there's the obvious ones (highly skittish Moritz, overtly slutty (is that even the right word to use to describe someone of the male persuasion?) Hänschen, girly Ernst etc.) So please don't beat me too hard for their OOC, Its kinda, sort of intentional. And excuse the awful scenario, my brain is that failish that it can conjure up a better one. Thankyou for choosing this little thing to read, I appreciate it muchly.

Disclaimer: I'm sure Steven Sater/Frank Wedekind/EveryOneElseWhoICan'tBeBotheredToListAtTheMinute would much rather be called Donkey-Raping Arse Mullets than have you conned into believing that I wrote Spring Awakening.

Otto decided that trees are awful shelters from the rain. He shivered as yet another rivulet of rain sought refuge in shirt collar and trailed its way down his back. He only came here to find out Georg's illustrious plan. Not that he didn't have faith in Georg, he did, (He was his best friend, he felt obliged to trust him) just the last 'Master Plan' of Georg's ended up with Hanschen covered in sour milk, Thea being dunked in the river and Moritz with a broken arm after falling out of a wheelbarrow in a downhill race. It was safe to say that Otto was at least slightly concerned about the nature of his companion's latest scheme.

Georg did a swift head count, there were only three other boys with him. He frowned at lack of coppery curls he was expecting.

"Where's Bobby?"

"I h-heard that..." Ernst shifted uncomfortably as other boys turned to look at him "That his sister has just had a new baby boy"

Georg forced a melodramatic sigh as impatience painted his face an unnerving shade.

"But it is of dire importance that Bobby be here!" he gesticulated wildly to highlight his point. "If he's not here he shan't be able…"

"Georg, is it really of such importance for Bobby to be here?" Hanschen's naturally seductive tone cut straight through Georg's incensed rant. "If this new brainchild of yours is as counterproductive as last springs 'Project: A New Hair for Moritz' I'm sure Bobby isn't missing much and his presence at his sister's house is far more important"

"Actually, this one is necessary to our worldly education" Georg started, a fresh excitement igniting his enthusiasm, all vestiges of his previous annoyance, washed away by the rain. "The other day, I left one of my books in class, and when I returned to fetch it, I found Melchior and Moritz conversing about an essay Melchior is to compose for Moritz…a reproduction essay!"

Otto rolled his eyes at his friend's foolishness.

"Oh Georg…really, are you that desperate to know about the fairer sex?"

Said boy's brow crinkled, his lips forming a pout. "I thought it was rather good idea, Melchior seemed so sure about his knowledge of subject."

Hänschen scoffed, drawing the attention back to himself. You see, Hänschen was someone who knew how to get attention and had no problem acquiring it, after all he always got what he wanted; he was a Rilow.

"Are you really going to trust Gabor, to teach you these things? I haven't seen him..." Hänschen paused to find an appropriate word. "Playing with a girl since we were children"

Georg shot the blond boy a perplexed look. "Why would he be playing with people at our age?"

Hänschen cocked his brow, feigning indifference, as he folded his arms across his chest, his lips curving in to a sinfully conceited smirk.

"So are you in, will you come with me to ask Melchior for a copy of the essay?"

Otto and Ernst shot nervous glances, showing the they were both a little bit less than convinced.

"I don't know, Georg" Otto stated tentatively. "It's not really the most logical thing to do…"

"But you can't tell me you're not curious!" Georg retorted, desperation evident in his voice. "Haven't you been having the dreams!"

Ernst gasped, his cheeks heating up in a blush, this was not something he wanted to be talking about, especially with the luminary of his dreams in such close proximity. Opposite Ernst, Otto was also flushed, he was sure is dreams were far worse than anyone else's. Not because of their content (He was sure Hänschen's dreams topped the scale for the details of the erotic contents) but more so, the subject of his dreams. This was most definitely something that he didn't want people knowing about. Hänschen smiled inwardly as leant casually against the ancient oak tree. Oh, the dreams, how they fuelled his pleasure for those solitary nights when he was lacking in a partner. That reminded him, Bobby would most likely be unobtainable that night; time to route out the postcards then. He glanced down at his chest, searching for any damage caused by his and Bobby's earlier rendezvous that was cut most inconveniently short due to the latter being called to attend to his nephew. A singular strand of hair caught in the light, shimmering with a flame-like tone and far to curly to be his own, he brushed errant lock off his jumper (Somehow he'd manage to forget where he'd put his jacket, the last time he remembered having it on, it was soon torn off by the Maler boy). This time he gave himself a more thorough once over, and lucky he did as he found a most embarrassing discovery. The pearly-white stain stuck out like a sore thumb against the dull blue of his school trousers. He returned his attention to the other three boys who were now arguing the pro's and con's of visiting Melchior. Surreptitiously, he let his hand hang over the mark, and without averting his gaze, began to rub frantically and the blemish that didn't seem to want to budge. He sighed heavily, there was only one other thing he could do that would cover up his little mess, and it might even have some advantages.

He cleared his throat, once again gaining the interest from his peers that he desired.

Ernst breath caught in his throat. Since when had Hänschen taken his jumper off? His shirt was already mildly damp from the wayward raindrops that were making there way through the canopy of leaves, causing the blond one's shirt to become increasingly more transparent by the second. Ernst swallowed hard, trying to deter the aberrant thoughts that were currently attempting to saturate his mind. He shouldn't be having thoughts like that about another boy. It was sinful. And besides Ernst couldn't really put his finger on what made him attracted to Hänschen. There were lots of things he liked about Hänschen but if he was asked to state one thing, he simply could not. Was it his dominating presence? He was interested in the boy because he made him feel nervous? Not a very good reason, Ernst, he told himself. Not a very good reason at all. But every time he spoke to the older boy his pulse raced, his knees went weak and his palms got clammy. And there hadn't been butterflies in his stomach – there had been bats. Angry, rabid bats that went manic as if Thea had screamed blue murder in their overly sensitive ears.

But then there was also that mouth. That sculpted mouth that made his knees weak with something entirely different to nervousness. And that lemony-blonde hair – his fingers itched to weave themselves into its softness. That lithe, muscled body, those long legs…and that voice. His voice was always cool and disdainful when addressing Herr Sonnenstitch or any of the other teachers, or even Melchior for that fact, but strangely compelling for all that. Yet it was playfully when he was cavorting with Otto and Georg, and it took on a dangerously seductive tone whenever he addressed Ernst. (Hänschen really was Ernst's forbidden fruit). The smaller boy wondered if it could turn night-dark too, and how it would sound saying his name, whispering his name…

"Ernst!"

Ernst jumped, his reverie shattered. But it wasn't Hänschen calling his name; it was Georg, waving his hand in front of Ernst's face.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine. I'm fine" Ernst squeaked, blushing once more. Hänschen (Who had witnessed Ernst's gawp session, wanton look included) chuckled in amusement. Georg cocked his head to the side.

"Why were you staring at Hänschen?"

"I…um…I w-was curious as to why h-he'd taken his j-j-jumper off." Ernst stammered.

"Oh right" the pianist replied, turning to face Hänschen "Why have you taken your jumper off?" he accompanied his question with a minute gesture towards said garment that was conveniently covering his crotch on upper-thigh area

"I'm hot" the taller boy replied.

"But it's raining." Otto countered.

"Just because something's wet doesn't mean it can't be hot too."

Oh.

Hänschen pursed his lips to stifle his laughter; this was the reason why he didn't usually say things without thinking them through, luckily, no one else seemed to have caught on.

"So are you coming, Ernst?"

"I suppose so" he replied reluctantly.

"Hänschen?"

Hänschen shrugged, gesticulating in a vaguely dismissive way with one hand. "Sure"

A beaming grin spread across Georg's face. "Excellent. Well, I've been observing Melchior since the time of my discovery, and at the minute, he should be in his hayloft, alone."

Hänschen's mouth twitched, yet again, into a smirk. "Stalking Melchior? That's rather voyeuristic of you, Georg"

Georg gave Hänschen a perplex look "…What?"

"Never mind Georg, are we going then?"

Otto groaned. "But it's raining!" he protested.

"Oh, don't be such a girl, Otto." Georg whined, pushing his friend into the onslaught of rain, following close behind.

Ernst stood looking at Hänschen, doe eyes wide, his teeth gently grazing his own lip. Hänschen rolled his eyes and took Ernst's hand in his own, the smaller boy gasped, eyes agog and he stared in disbelief at his and Hänschen's joined hands.

"C'mon" Hanschen's velvety voice slid down Ernst spine as easily as Venetian silk over skin, and he allowed him self to be lead out of the shelter.

"H-Hänschen?"

"Yes?"

"What does voyeuristic mean?"

Tadaa! Okay don't beat on me too hard, yes I know it was poor, but I've got a confession to make…I've never seen SA, I've seen bits on YouTube, and I've got In The Flesh and a Wedekind copy, so I tried to base by interpretation off what I've got, and to be honest…Otto and Georg and given much, bless them. But I hope it was okay, Chapter two will be up soon, and you know what will make me update quicker? Review! And for everyone who reviews they get a choice of either Hänschen or Ernst to take home and play with. Yay! Thankyou for reading.

Yours Spazzidly

Postcard x

P.S...I should probably warn you...Hanschen may have a fair few conquests throughout the course of this fic, I think it helps his manwhoreyness...and yes, I did make Bobby ginger ;D