High School Never Ends

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It's a high school AU, that's PAINFULLY OBVIOUS! If you don't like it don't read it, I personally don't like them myself so I know the feeling. This was inspired by the massive amount of adult Japanese dating Sims that I have been flooding my brain with, so it going to somewhat follow that sort of plot. That means there will be a few pairings hinted at along the way and eventual smut, but the main pairing will be Walter/Dan so be warned of slash. It will start with just bromance and continue.

Like I said in my other fics this may have spelling mistakes because I have no beta reader and am terribly dyslexic. PM me if it annoys you enough that you want to help.

So, don't hate me and please enjoy.

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The early winter sun was close, shining palely as it tried to warm the children's desks. Dan had taken the first sunny day after what seemed like endless rain as a sign of good fortune. This time was going to be different, this was his school.

Daniel Drieburg had been to half a dozen different establishments since he begun his education. It wasn't his own doing, he was hardly a poor student in any subject (except perhaps P. E. but when did you ever use that in real life) but his father was an investment banker and determined to follower wherever Wall Street's money called him, it was supposedly for the good of the family… though Dan could never fully understand how. Now, here he was, a senior in another new high school, already half way through itsfirst semester, standing in front rows of unfamiliar faces. The cliques had already been form, the clubs already joined, the teams already made, but this didn't discourage him. He was no longer a poor, stumbling pubescent, with acne and a cracking voice, he had pasted the worse stages of puberty and was ready to face the world. This year he wasn't going to be bunt of everyone's jokes, shoved in trash cans and lockers… laughed at by girls… okay just end that train of thought, it was going to be different! He would make sure of it

However the rest of the student body didn't really seem to care, they were too busy hollering and tossing notes to each other. They could barely hear their own teacher over the ruckus.

"Class, class, quiet!" Mr. Mason, as Dan was told by the principle before he was sent off to his homeroom was their teacher. He seemed like a good enough man, Dan liked the friendliness in his smile "We have a new student today, Daniel would you like to introduce yourself?"

As the room got quiet, rather with the student's boredom then anticipation, he felt a small wave of nausea washed over him. With a quick, rather uncomfortable swallow, he straightened up, trying to ignore how the blue, checkered sweater vest uniform was almost suffocating under their eyes, and spoke.

"I'm Daniel Dreiberg, I'm pleased to meet you all." He tried to wear his best smile, even though their eyes didn't exactly say interested.

After a painful moment of silence, Mr. Mason, thank his soul, tried to help, "What are you interested in son? Tell us a little about yourself."

"O-Oh! Yes, of course." Nervous instinct called for him to adjust his glasses, "In my spare time I enjoy studying aeronautics, but I'm also interested in Ornithology."

There was another period of silence, but for an entirely different reason.

"Uh…" a girl with long brown hair raised her hand, looking up from her mirrored compact, "What's Ornithology?"

Oh shit, that was the wrong thing to say wasn't it? "Um… i-it's… the study of… birds…."

"Hey, goggles!" the dark haired child further back, who was already sporting a mustache at his age, Dan wondered if he had been held back, didn't bother to raise his hand. He wore a black t-shirt under his school jacket, barely up to dress code. "I got a bird for you."

And as he flipped him his middle finger the students broke the silence with their own hysterical laughter. The all too familiar jeers of "Nerd!" "Weirdo" and "Those glasses make him look like a pervert!" spouted up like someone had set off the sprinklers. Dan let off a heavy sigh, hoping it might relieve some of the burden of the coming year that was weighing heavier and heavier on his shoulders with each passing second.

Well, here we go again.

"Mr. Blake! That was uncalled for!" the teacher sighed as well, Dan could see the concern in his eyes as he looked down on him, at least the authority was on his side. "I'm sorry… why don't you take a seat next to Mr. Kovacs." He gestured towards a few empty desks in along the windows, Dan couldn't see who he was talking about, "And I'll start class."

Not wishing to stay in the center of attention for any longer he quickly scurried to his seat. It wasn't until he got close that he noticed a sudden patch of red amongst the wood. He hadn't noticed it before, but there was someone in the last desk. Being crouched over, he hadn't been able to see the already small boy before, he didn't seem to notice him either as he sat, all consumed by a notebook in front of him. Dan wondered what he was scribbling so franticly, the lessons hadn't even started yet.

"uh… Hi!" he tried to sound cheerful, as if all was not lost already. "I-I'm Dan."

For but a moment a pair of icy blue eyes looked up at him, if he wasn't mistaken, his whole face was framed with a splattering of freckles like someone had just cleaned a paint pallet, but he didn't have time to take a good look because without a word he was back to writing away.

Dan swallowed; this wasn't going to be easy. Looking the boy over he tried to gather something about him from his outward appearance. His hair was a fiery red, if a bit dirtied, once he looked closer, and stuck out in an unruly fashion that told of a home job. Along with the regulation uniform, which was already warm with the button up shirt, tie and sweater vest, he wore a worn, ratted, gray coat. Wasn't he burning up? Especially sitting next to the window like this. To his side he was his bag which was bulging with what he could see were library books and newspapers. Well, at least he was well read.

But studying him wasn't improving the situation.

"So… um… what's you're name?"

A low grunt was all he got.

"Ok… you like to read? Right? I do too…"

Nothing that time.

"So what are you writing?"

Nope.

At least the rest of the student were polite enough to mock him, it was too early for this.

"FINE! Don't talk to the freak!" he said a bit louder then he would have liked and slumped in his chair. The others around them turned, oddly they seemed to be looking at the little red head, then giving him glances of concern that was almost frightening … maybe he wasn't the one who was considered the freak here.

"Walter."

Dan practically jumped, swinging back around to look behind him. "W-what?"

"My name…" he still didn't look up but his pen had at least stopped. "It's Walter. You shouldn't listen to those idiots… they're just board."

"Oh… Thanks… Walter."

"hurm." And the pen was off again, like he hadn't said a word.

Dan found himself smiling, though he wasn't sure why. He'd never been in a school long enough to make a friend, not with his level of popularity… but Walter's didn't seem to be that high on the social latter either… maybe he had a chance this time.

Maybe this year really wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Should duck." The red head spoke again.

"What?"

A massive wad of paper that was disgustingly wet with some foreign substance hit him right smack between the eyes, followed by a chorus of laughter.

Then again, maybe not.

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The school uniforms are based off of the game Bully, if that gives you a good idea of what they look like. I thought those were so cute, I'm odd.