AN: For those that are reading my other stories, don't worry, I'm still working on them. This is just a little side project so I have no idea when the next update will be.

This will include the pairings of Eames/Arthur, Ariadne/Yusuf, Cobb/Mal, Past Cobb/Saito, Robert/OFC, Eames/Robert, Ariadne/Arthur, Past Yusuf/OFC, and Yusuf/OMC. It'll mostly focus on Eames/Arthur and Eames/Robert but I'll still go to the others.

This is my first AU so reviews are extremely appreciated and I hope everyone enjoys it.

There were only two foreign exchange students in the entire high school and somehow they always ended up in the same English class. Yusuf was from India and spoke both English and Indian very well. However, without even realizing it, in his writings he'd usually switch back to Indian.

It annoyed the hell out of the ninth grade English teacher and the tenth grade English teacher usually got mad at it. Yusuf didn't ever do it on purpose though; it was completely by accident and usually he was able to translate it back to English before he turned it in.

The student, Eames, on the other hand was a completely different story. Coming from Britain, it was bad enough that not all the words he spelled were exactly how Americans spelled it. However, anything bigger than a five letter word and he was completely loss. Sometimes he spelled the beginning right, sometimes the end, and sometimes the middle but never the entire thing.

At first, he was the only student in the school who still had to do periodical spelling tests until finally his teachers gave up and simple said use spell check on Word.

When Eames and Yusuf once again ended up in the same English class for their junior year, they figured it would be the same thing. They expected their English teacher to be just like the rest but Mal Cobb was anything but.

Being of French nationality, she understood how easy it was for a student to get mixed up with two languages and never counted off for Yusuf. In fact, she was actually having him teach her the language and told him that it was alright if he wrote in Indian sometimes.

For Eames, she helped with his spelling but as far as the few words that he simply spelled in their British way she left alone. It was tough but she was a kind teacher and almost every kid that had gone through her class loved her.

Currently, Eames and Yusuf were sitting at a table for a group project they were doing along with Arthur, Eames boyfriend.

"Hey Eames, spell 'concentration,'" Arthur suddenly said.

"C-O-N-C-E-traition," replied Eames.

"I'm surprised you passed Kindergarten," muttered Yusuf with a shake of his head. "It's C-O-N-E-C-T-R-A-I-T-I-O-N. Now you try."

"C-O-N-C-E-N-T-R-A-Y-S-H-U-N."

"You're hopeless," Arthur replied with a shake of his head even though he was smiling the entire time.

They continued working until the bell rang, marking the end of that period and the beginning of lunch. They met up with Ariadne in the hall who gave a high-five to Eames and kissed Yusuf on the cheek. "So what's Mrs. Cobb up to today?" she asked as they walked down the hallway.

"Still working on that book project," replied Arthur.

They continued on their way, Yusuf and Eames going to get lunch from the line as Arthur and Ariadne sat down since they usually brought theirs. Ariadne stretched as she asked, "So are we going to hang out on Friday night or what?"

"I think so. Eames still has to convince his mom that we're just going to go hang out and not go clubbing."

"Clubbing? Did I hear clubbing?" Eames suddenly asked as he appeared behind Arthur. Ariadne and Arthur burst out laughing as Yusuf muttered something that sounded like 'childish.'

"Even if we were going clubbing you wouldn't be able to go what with those ugly shirts," Arthur said.

"Well I quite like them," sniffed Eames, pretending to use a posh British accent making everyone laugh all the more. "But anyway, how are you two?" he then asked, motioning towards Yusuf and Ariadne.

"Great," she replied. "I think I've almost convinced Yusuf to take French next semester."

"It would be fun but it might be hard since I already know English and Indian."

"Oh don't worry about it," Arthur put in. "You're great with languages, you'll do fine. Besides, you have Mrs. Cobb to help you on the side."

The three of them continued to discuss languages but Eames was concentrated on something, or this case, someone else; Robert Fischer. The boy was sitting down, his girlfriend looking like she was trying to convince him into something. A few of his friends looked like they were also trying to convince him as well but he kept shaking his head no. Finally, his girlfriend kissed him on the cheek and the group left, leaving Robert at the table.

"Wonder what that was about?" Eames thought out loud.

"What?" asked Arthur, turning towards Eames.

"Robert, I wonder what was going on."

"Why do we have to talk about that stick in a mud? He's your average pretty boy who's extremely rich and an ass," Arthur replied as Yusuf laughed and Ariadne simply shook her head.

"Don't be so rude," Eames said. Then, cocking his head to the side, he said, "Maybe I'll go say hi."

"Why? You've never talked to him before, why now?"

"I don't know, he just seems lonely." Eames turned to look over at Arthur and then suddenly grinned as he asked, "You jealous that I'm not paying attention to you."

"Not at all. I could easily make you pay attention to me."

"And how are you—AH!" Eames yelled out as he fell to the ground with Arthur on top of him. Yusuf and Ariadne burst out giggling as well as a few other people around them though most simply ignored them. Arthur was kissing him and Eames really couldn't help the foolish grin that spread across his face. Well, until Principle Saito came over.

"I don't think there is need to remind you that this is a public area and not your bedroom," said the principle, his Japanese accent thick.

"Sorry sir," Arthur quickly said as he pulled Eames up.

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again," Saito replied.

As he turned away Eames stuck out his tongue and stuck up two fingers, the British equivalent of flicking someone off.

"Can you be anymore childish," sighed Yusuf, shaking his head.

"I can try," Eames shot back, sticking out his tongue making Ariadne roll her eyes.

As Yusuf and Arthur started talking again, despite his try at distracting Eames, Eames was once again looking over at Robert. "I think I will go talk to him," he suddenly said and then before anyone could say anything about it or try to stop him Eames was up and moving.

Walked across the lunchroom he ended up plopping right down next to Robert, causing him to have quite a fright. "Hello," said Eames with a smile.

"Ah-oh um, hello," replied Robert as he looked around, making sure that he was the one being talked to. He really was what people would call the pretty boy. He had a fair complexion and bright blue eyes with long dark lashes that probably had girls and guys falling left and right for him. He probably could pull off a dress pretty well too. "Um, was there something you wanted?" Robert then asked.

"No, just wanted to say hi," replied Eames, still smiling. "You looked lonely after your friends abandoned you."

"Oh, well they didn't abandon me," replied Robert. "They were trying to convince me to skip school."

"Pretty gutsy of them."

"Not really, they do it at least once a week, sometimes twice. I'd rather not get into trouble though and besides, I like school."

"Imagine that," Eames said laughing, "a kid who likes school."

"Hey! I find it interesting and because of that I'm going to be the one getting a good job."

"Alright alright, didn't mean to offend you," Eames replied as he put his hands up. "Aren't you rich kids supposed to take over the family business or something though?"

"My father would prefer that but I'd like to make my own way. I doubt I'll be able to though," Robert said softly, sounding to mournful to simply be a junior in high school.

"Hey don't look so glum. Once you turn eighteen you can do what you want and make your way. Speaking of age, how old are you?"

"I just recently turned sixteen, I skipped a grade."

"So you're a smarty then," Eames replied. "You're like Ariadne. She also skipped a grade."

"Oh, is that your girlfriend?"

"No, she's over there with her boyfriend Yusuf and that's my boyfriend Arthur," Eames said as he pointed towards his friends.

"Ooohh."

Mistaking his tone of voice, Eames asked, "Don't tell me you're a homophobic?"

"No, not at all!" Robert quickly replied, seeming almost embarrassed that Eames would think that. "No, it's just that my father doesn't really . . . approve of it."

"That sounded like an understatement if ever I heard one."

"Yeah, you can say that again," Robert sighed.

"Well, you have a pretty girlfriend. Her names Jessica isn't it?"

"Yeah she's nice. She's a good friend."

"But not a good girlfriend?"

"I guess you could say that. My father approves of her though so I put up with it."

Eames shook his head as he said, "Father this and father that! Is there anything you do for yourself?"

"Well I play the flute which he doesn't approve of one bit."

"Good for you, get dad angry every once in a while."

"Oh, you wouldn't like him when he's angry."

"You wouldn't like my dad when he's angry either. He's a military officer, that's why we moved here for now. I'll be finishing high school and then I'll be on my own."

"That's right, you came from England."

"Thank goodness you didn't say Australia. It annoys me so much when people say that."

"I actually lived in Australia for a few years. Believe me, your accent is nothing like theirs, at least to my ears."

"Thank you very much," Eames replied when suddenly the bell rang. As he got up he asked, "You weren't in history today. Where were you?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot we had that class together. But, anyway, I got my schedule changed. I now have English during that period. Now I have Biology with Mrs. Jones. Do you know where that is? I previously had it with Mr. Huggins."

"Of course I know where that is! I have that class next!" Eames said excitedly.

"Oh, then you don't mind showing me? What about your friends?"

"Don't worry about it and besides, none of them have that period with me," he replied. Then, before leading the way, he waved back towards Ariadne, Yusuf, and Arthur. Ariadne and Yusuf smiled and waved back while Arthur glared. Eames didn't notice it though.

"Come on Robert, this way," said Eames.