Tristan sighed, tapping his pen on his desk. He glanced back down at his test, realizing that nothing was written on the page. He wanted to throw his desk out of frustration. He tried to study, honest, but the French words were just jumbles to him, and now he couldn't tell pain from peine. He ruffled the paper once more, trying to make sense of the words.

Miles glanced over, seeing that Tristan was having trouble with his test. He looked down at his empty desk, then back up to the teacher before taking Tristan's test and doing it himself.

Tristan rolled his eyes. "You're gonna get caught." He sing-songed, making Miles grin.

"Oh please..." Miles whispered back. Luckily, their handwriting was similar, or at least enough to pass for Tristan's. "You would've failed anyway."

Tristan dramatically put his hand to his chest. "Ah... rude!"

"Tristan... Milligan." He read the name at the top of the paper before a sly grin spread across his face. He didn't want to admit it, but the way his name slid off his tongue already felt natural. Miles slipped his test back. "You'll thank me later."

Tristan rolled his eyes, checking all of his pages. Was Miles fluent or something?! He peeked around to see only one other student with a test. He sighed, dragging himself out of his seat and handing the test to the teacher, moving back as quickly as he came. He felt guilty cheating, but maybe this could boost up his grade... just a little bit...

"Thank you." Tristan whispered, bringing a giant grin to Miles's face.

"Y'know... I could use some extra credit..."

"You, who probably has straight A's in French?" Tristan rose an eyebrow.

"Not exactly." Miles chuckled, recalling all the days he had been skipping. "Come over later."

"Promise you won't creep all over me?" Tristan teased.

Miles smiled again. "I make no such promises." Just as he did, the bell rang, and they were off to different classrooms. Miles stole a glance at Tristan before shuffling away, his cheeks tinted a rosy pink.


Tristan smiled to himself, unable to think straight. That was totally a flirty move... He muttered to himself, burying his face into his textbook.

"Oooooh..." Tristan heard the familiar voice of Zoe behind him. "That's a love-smitten smirk."

"As if..." Tristan scoffed, spinning around to meet her. "It's just a smile." He declared, spinning back around.

"And that's a load of shit." She said, taking the empty seat next to him. "Spill."

"Oh please..." He rolled his eyes. "He just cheated on a test for me... and then... asked me to come over later."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Oh come ON! He's totally into you."

Tristan bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smirk. "I don't even know his name."

"And these are the things that you'd find out if you went!" Zoe urged.

"He could be a giant creepo for all I know."

"And he also couldn't. Just take a chance."

Tristan thought for a second, processing what she said. "Alright. I'll go."


Tristan opened his locker, only to see a piece of folded up paper fluttering out of it. "What's this?" He opened it only to see a phone number with the name "Miles Hollingsworth" written under it. He scanned the hall, meeting Miles's gaze. Miles winked, mouthing "Call me." Tristan bit his lip, spinning around and shoving the paper in the front pocket of his bag. Cheesy, but... oddly adorable.

How do I even get there? Tristan asked himself.

"Just come with me." Miles smiled, his eyes lighting up. He literally looked like a puppy in love.

"Right now?" Tristan questioned.

"Yep. Right now." Miles took his hand before he could protest, dragging him out the door.

"Wha-hey!" Tristan protested, only making Miles squeeze harder.


"Okay okay, you did what?!" Tristan gasped between laughs.

"I was playing Spiderman!" Miles pouted childishly. He looked down at the French textbook, still unopened. They had been talking for about 2 hours and neither of them had noticed.

"That's nothing. When I was 7, I refused to take a costume off for maybe 3 months... because I honestly believed that I was Phantom." Tristan smiled to himself, reciting the memory. Miles's heart tugged, seeing him smile like that. The hell? A small grin lifted the corners of his mouth. Tristan noted his smile, and blushed before looking down.

"We should probably actually get something done..." He said shyly, fiddling with the cover of his textbook.

"What...?" Miles nearly forgot why he was actually here. "Oh, yeah, that..." He picked up the book, flipping to a random page. He ignored the actual lesson and jumped into something of his own.

"Ce sourire de la vĂ´tre pourrait illuminer quiconque est jour." Miles chuckled as Tristan's face contorted.

"What? What does any of that even mean?" Tristan giggled, sending shivers up Miles's spine.

"Translate it yourself." Miles challenged.

"You're out of your mind. I don't even know how to say what my name is."

"Mon nom est...?" Miles chuckled. "I'm worried for you, if you're going on that Paris trip next month."

"Oh shut it." Tristan rolled his eyes "I mean, as long as you're going."

"I don't think you could survive without me. You wouldn't even be able to ask if you could by a water bottle, let alone wander around without knowing a word anyone's saying?" Miles teased.

"Whatever." Tristan rolled his eyes, refusing to admit that he thought Miles was protecting him, even just a little... "I should really get going." He glanced over at the clock, realizing it was much later than he had anticipated. Either his parents would kill him, or kill each other over not knowing where he was.

"As long as you promise to come back, and maybe, we can actually get something done?" Miles suggested.

"Hey, at least take half the blame." Tristan pouted, making Miles smile. "And don't worry, I'll be back."

Miles felt the butterflies collecting in his stomach as he stood up, walking Tristan to the door. As he watched his silhouette shrink, he felt his head hit the door with a satisfying knock as his smile widened.


um: Yes, I know, I know. I strayed the canon route of actually making them friends first and just jumping into instant crush. This is also just a one-shot in a collection of drabbles and I tried to keep it happy and precious and not exactly canon, but I thought it was cute. There's many more to come bbs. Just you wait.