Heeeelooo~! I welcome you to this story. First , the title is not misspelled. You'll know understand why it's written like that ;) Next, I'll be using my school system, with little modification, which will be later understood. Finally, right now they entered fourth grade!

Hope you enjoy this!

There are two things Peter Kirkland will never do: admit that he has a good brother and waking up early for the first day of school. Today was no exception for the problematic child, waking up for the first day of school ten minutes before the bell rang, while yelling at his brother for not telling him what time it was. But fortunately, –even if Peter didn't agree on it- he lived close to school.

He entered his new classroom with sloppy and tired steps, not sparing a glance at his new teacher; he would now have to deal with her face often anyway. Why the hurry? He continued to walk until he was in front of all the double-desks. Peter yawned and rubbed his eyes as he looked at them, trying to decide which remaining seats would suit him best. He didn't have a lot of places to choose seeing as a lot of students tend to come abnormally early the first day to get the best spots.

Peter didn't really care about it; there was a strange girl who liked to seat in the front. It was the worst spot –at least for him- to have, so he didn't get why someone would want it. He shrugged, seeing the girl and her best friend had already occupied it, as long as he didn't have to seat there he was fine with his sitting arrangement.

To his surprise he didn't have to look around a lot to make his decision. Peter's favorite place to sit in class was the last row located next to the wall. It didn't have a window, so its place was obscured from sight meaning the he could do many things without getting caught, and from his point of view the double-desk was unoccupied so he could sit in it. He smiled from ear to ear as he made his way to it.

Man, today is my lucky day! I can't believe this isn't already occupied! Peter thought as he stood next to it. He immediately spotted a young boy occupying one of the two seats, shyly pressing his shoulder to the wall, as if it would swallow him whole and make him disappear. Peter didn't think much about it, and opted to ask if the seat was already taken or reserved for a friend of his. ''Excuse me, is this sit taken? ´´ He asked, his voice was high-pitched, loud and full of energy.

The other boy flinched slightly; he moved his face to look at his classmate but kept his face down. Peter frowned; the boy had short and messy blond hair that wasn't too long. He also had a pale skin color, like he never went outside to play, that didn't really bother Peter, but what did bother him was that he couldn't see his classmates face, which was avoiding eye-contact. His classmate didn't answer his question too. It was as if he was being ignored, and in this world only few things bothered Peter to no limit. One was being with his brother and the other was being ignored by someone. And he didn't just do the second one! He thought heatedly.

He straighten his back and placed his hands on his hips, looking at his classmate with a frown on his face, ''Hey!'' he yelled, ''why are you trying to ignore me? I asked if I could seat here!'' The older boy jumped a little at Peter's words and quickly scooted more to the wall nodding repeatedly.

''Y-yes!'' the boy's voice was soft and low in volume, ''you can sit here... no one wants to sit with me anyway.'' He finished in a small whisper that only he could hear. Peter sat down and placed his things inside his desk. Some time passed and Peter's classmate tried to make eye contact with him again. ''Hey... I... I didn't mean to offend you before.'' He said softly. What's with this boy's voice, it's so low I can barely hear it. Peter thought.

He turned his face to the right in order to see his partners face properly, but his head was still hung down. ''Hm? What are you talking about?'' he asked as he placed his left elbow on the desk and rested his hand on his face.

It took a moment until his classmate's faint voice could be heard again, ''when you said that I was ignoring you, I-I really wasn't! I answered, but I guess you didn't hear me...'' his classmate started.

Peter smiled, ''its al-''

''It happens all the time, that's why nobody wants to be near me. They think I am dumb or I can't hear.''

''There's-''

''I tried to change that but Ma-Ti says that it was a part of me and I should be proud of it, that I had to wait and I would have friends but I'm still alone; Ma-Ti told me to give it time, and in this year I will have friends but I just did it again, and I want juice!'' At this his classmate shot his head up and turned to face completely at Peter. His eyes where wide with a little anger and was panting slightly from saying all that so fast. His voice had gone louder as he was talking and Peter could hear that his voice was raspy and naturally low. It also seemed that he tried to talk in a louder volume but his voice couldn't reach it.

Peter laughed a little, flustering his partner a little, ''I get it! I got the first time you said it, it happens all the time! No worries.'' At this he beamed at his classmate, which was returned with a small awkward smile.

''Oh! Right,'' Peter turned around and started rummaging his back bag, making his classmate curious. ''Aha! Found it.'' He said after a while and turned back to face his partner again with a juice box in his right hand. He outstretched his arm with the juice box and handed it to his classmate, receiving a confused look in return. ''You said you wanted juice, no? Well here!'' he tilted his head to the side at this.

At this his classmate blushed, embarrassed that he heard all of what he said and giving him his juice. He shook his head and denied the gift, ''It's yours, and I was just rambling when I said it.''

Peter still kept his arm outstretched when he replied, ''Get it, I don't mind!'' His classmate sighed and grabbed the juice box with a muttered 'thank you'. ''I'm Peter by the way, what's your name?'' he asked as he finally took the features of his face.

''Raivis.'' His classmate answered, smiling with no nervousness for the first time since Peter met him. Peter hold his breath at the sight of his classmate's eyes. They were a pretty clear violet, which shinned with the light of the bulb.

He could do nothing more than to stare at them with pure awe. So pretty... When the bell rang and his classmate turned around to pay attention to the teacher he snapped out of it, turning around to the front a little embarrassed. I hope I didn't scare him, by staring at his eyes like a dumb person.

He didn't have to worry though, as Raivis touched his shoulder and said in a whisper so their teacher couldn't hear: ''I hope we can become good friends.''

Peter sighed in relief and smiled, ''Yeah, lets.''

ñaha! x3 first chapter done!

In my school, you choose a desk, and you will have to sit on it always, they may move you from a place but you move with the desk.

I also added the double-desks, which will only be used from first to fourth grade of elementary in this school. Since they entered fourth grade, this is their last year using double-desks.

That is all for now... so~ see ya lata!