It's all about perception. It really is.

Disclaimer: There'd a been a lot more Guy, a lot less Connie and Bash Slash up the wazhoo! Oh yeah and Hello! The Oreo Line never would have disbanded.

Guy tensed immediately when Bombay touched him gently between the shoulder blades. He immediately spun around with a hesitant smile, glad to see Jesse quickly approaching out of the corner of his eye. Jesse was his best friend. He could protect him. He always seemed to know when he was in trouble.

"Who is that kid?"

"That's Fulton Reed," He heard himself replying in a far more confidence voice than he had thought he had. "He's in one of my classes."

"How comes he's not on the team?"

Because he doesn't know how to skate and he's embarrassed by it.

"He only plays football." Jesse answered, coming to the rescue, in position to protect his smaller friend if necessary. "Some preppie school gave him a scholarship as long as he doesn't play hockey."

Jesse and Guy shared a sly look. It was a load of crap and they both knew it, but that's what most people said and they knew that Fulton didn't want everyone to know that the only reason was that he couldn't skate.

"They don't want him getting hurt." The dark-skinned boy continued with a grin.

"I heard it was colleges," Guy added with a smirk. "He's already been accepted to four of them."

"Yeah, but I heard he's got to repeat the sixth grade." Goldberg pointed out as he randomly butted in.

"Ah, shut up," Jesse returned, knowing that Fulton was doing well in all of his subjects other than History.

With that said the two boys took their cue to go, leaving Bombay with a perplexed look on his face as he turned his attention to Fulton. Fulton could take care of himself though; he was already bigger than the coach.

"You okay man?" Jesse asked with concern as they walked over to pick out some Hockey sticks, wrapping a friendly arm around his shoulders.

Guy nodded with a hesitant smile and Jesse gave him a little squeeze and a wink.

"I won't let him touch you," Jesse promised as they walked home from the skate shop, overloaded hockey bags in tow.

"I know," Guy replied quietly. "I… umm…"

The smaller of the two boys trailed off and lowered his gaze to the ground.

"Guy?" The taller boy asked in concern, worried for his fragile friend.

The little French boy glanced shyly up at the other boy for a moment out of the corner of his eye but quickly dropped his gaze once more. He very timidly slid his hand into Jesse's and interlaced their fingers, squeezing very lightly.

Jesse blinked in surprise. "Guy?"

He watched fondly as his friend's face pinked. When his grip started to slacken Jesse squeezed his hand tightly to remedy that.

"I thought you… Connie?" He asked helplessly.

"She's okay…" He mumbled shyly.

Jesse beamed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah…" His voice was gradually growing softer.

Jesse bit his lip and leaned over to give his best friend a lightning quick peck on the cheek. He flushed deeply immediately afterwards.

"Jess?" Guy asked in surprise.

"I like you better too."

Well then. There we have it. Jesse/Guy slash, the first one on this site as far as I know and that surprises me beyond all belief! Like… seriously? If I'm wrong, please let me know. I'd love to read some.

Purple Button? C'mon. I'll write more Guy slash. Everyone knows the world needs more Guy slash.