((Why do I like writing new things so much when I have so many things going on already? I don't know. But let me explain my confusing plot first...
Heracles - Popular. In art club. Also in theatre.
Kiku - Nerd. Bullied. In art club, and orchestra. He plays the violin. Crushes on Heracles... A lot. But, denies it completly.
Heracles & Kiku have been friends since elementary school.
Francoice - (female France) One of Heracles' best friends.
Elizabeta - Heracles' ex who broke up with him for Gilbert, but they somehow stay friends...she's also friends with Kiku, and they like to exchange photography.
And last but not least, Arthur - Kiku's good friend, who is secretly dating Alfred F. Jones. Kiku always goes to Arthur for advice.
._. Sorry I was tempted...I've been reading too much Shakespeare...))
"Okay, guys, everyone, remember to practice your lines! Especially you Heracles. Your memorization is terrible." Elizabeta said, glaring at her friend from across the room.
Heracles shurgged, and smiled. Everyone in the room laughed.
Elizabeta gave everyone one last scan with her eyes, and sighed. "You are dismissed."
Barley after she finished her sentence, her albino boyfriend ran up to her and put his arm around her. She walked out of the theatre room with him.
Heracles reminisced the days he had with her. He wasn't jealous, he thought of her more as a friend anyway. But she gave all of her time to him. It was kind of annoying.
"Heracles-kun..." Heracles jumped as he felt a hand touch his shoulder. It was Kiku. The Asian smiled. "We're walking home together, remember?"
Heracles nodded, and stood up. He pulled his tan jacket over his shoulders.
The two made their way out the door of the theatre room.
"Thanks for sticking around for practice. It would have been lonely walking home alone." Heracles said in his usual soft voice.
Kiku bowed slightly. "You are welcome."
Heracles and Kiku's friendship dates back all the way to elementary. On the first day of first grade, Heracles was a new student. He got picked on for his thick Greek accent. He still had that accent...but now, all the girls 'digged' it. Even Kiku was drawn in by it. It was so...well, how do we put this...hot?
But Kiku would never admit that to himself.
In Elementary, shy little Kiku Honda stuck up for transfer student Heracles Karpusi. And in middle school, Kiku was beat up by a group of racist teenagers, but Heracles saved him. Heracles got in to a lot of trouble, but Kiku would always be grateful. He has had this sort of...guy crush...on him ever since.
Kiku also denied that.
As the two walked, Kiku shivered. It was very cold out... He now regretted passing his coat up this morning. He was only in a short sleeve t-shirt with a picture of SHINee on it.
"Kiku, you're shivering." Heracles murmured.
Well, no shit Sherlock.
The Greek stroked the soft, pale skin of Kiku's arm. The warmth of his touch made Kiku shiver even more.
"You have goosebumps...here-" Heracles reached to his back and pulled off his tan jacket. He smoothed it out and set it on Kiku's shoulders.
"But you're going to get cold." Kiku protested.
Heracles shurgged. "Give it back to me tomorrow."
Kiku pulled the jacket on to his arms. "Hai..." He answered, knowing that the Greek's decision wouldn't budge.
Heracles looked up at a white house and back at Kiku. "Would you like to come in for a bit?"
Kiku shook his head. "As much as I would like to, I have homework and violin lessons to attend-"
Heracles cut him off. "Hey, it's okay."
Kiku smiled. "See you, later."
Heracles smiled back and nodded. Kiku stood in front of his house until Heracles was inside.
Then, he made his way to his house. He's late. His brother was going to kill him.