Hi everyone. Starting a new AU fic here, Darvey in highschool. I've been wanting to do this for a very long time and originally I wanted it to be in a different time period, but after much consideration (mostly things I wanted to mention that couldn't have happened then) I decided that it's just happening in the present time. This fic will have 12 (if I planned it correctly*) chapters, and as you just read most of it is planned out. Anyway, here's the first chapter of my take on a Darvey in highschool fic. I hope you'll enjoy it :) and maybe leave a review.

*Spoiler; I didn't.

A guy and a girl can be just friends,

but at one point or another, they will fall for each other.

Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time,

maybe too late, or maybe forever.

180 DAYS OF DONNA

CHAPTER 1: THE TRANSFER STUDENT

"Promise me, we'll stay like this."

His entire body tenses up. Her words. Making him swallow once, loudly, but he doesn't think she noticed it. Not like how he notices every single thing about this moment. About her. The way his arm is lying right beside hers, the way his head is tilted backwards as he looks at the sky. Afraid to meet her eye.

The way she rests next to him, together on the roof of the garages between their two houses. A warmth radiating from her hand to his, but he can't hold hers. It's not his place to do so. He notices the way the skin around her eyes crinkle when she smiles, he notices the way his heart skips a beat every time she laughs and he notices how much he didn't want to hear those words.

Like this.

Because right now, they're nothing.

Friends, best friends even, but not enough. Not what he wanted deep down.

"Harvey."

He hears her whispers after a minute of silence from his side and he lets out another breath. Turning his head to the right he looks her in the eye for a second. "Why?" he asks then, not sure why she was asking this of him.

It's her turn to swallow when he looks away again. "Because," she sighs, lifting herself up until she wraps her arms around her legs, her chin resting on her arms. "In a month our last year will start, Harvey." She pauses, looking over her left shoulder in his direction for a few seconds before she stares in the distance again. "You'll probably get a baseball scholarship and move away to this college on the other side of the country and I … I'll probably still be here. We only have 180 days left."

The sadness in her voice is another thing that doesn't go unnoticed to him. He's always been able to detect it. Most people think it's only Donna that can read people and for the largest part they're right but he can read her, but in his defence; they have been best friends for the longest part of their lives. Twelve years.

"Donna," he murmurs, a small smile plastered on his lips. He wants to tell her so much and not just how she will become the best actress New York has ever seen, but more. How he doesn't want to stay like this, because twelve years of this has been challenging enough. "180 days?" he repeats, not sure what she meant with that number.

"180 school days," she smiles looking over her shoulder at him again. "180 days of what we're used to. Going to school together, lunch on the bleachers, you forgetting your combination and having use my locker," she laughs. "180 days."

He grins, but is still confused as he looks at her. "You do realise we live next door right? There are weekends, holidays and basically we won't go to college in over a year. So it's actually more than 365 days."

She gives him a faint smile. "Please," she whispers, "just this. You and me. Us." She pauses looking in the distance again, not further explaining or defining her words or which variant of them she's referring to. "Promise me we'll always be like this."

He lets his mind drift off to the true meaning of her words and why she's asking this of him, but he nods slowly. Swallowing once before he whispers the only thing he's allowed to.

"I promise."

One month later, September 5th

His leather jacket creaks as he leans back against the wooden chair. His legs stretched, ankles crossed the same way his arms are folded over his chest. His eyes rolling as the two giggling girls enter the glass room.

She swirls around swaying with her hips for god knows who and he raises his eyebrows as the two young women walked by him. The brunette upfront. "Zane," he nods as she walks past him leaving enough time for him to let his eyes fall on the redhead again.

She has this big smile on her red painted lips, her auburn locks high in ponytail, her hands buried in the pockets of her signature emerald jacket.

"Debbie," he smiles as she sits down in the chair in front of him, her feet kicking his legs making him lean forward his arms on his desk as he waits for her reply.

"It's Donna, doofus," she chirps looking at him over her shoulder before she turns to face the lecturer again.

"I know." His lips curl up and he shakes his head biting his tongue to stop him from laughing. It is the same answer his best friend always gives him.

Physics it is the most boring class as ever, the only reason he is able to keep his eyes open was the fact that she is sitting in front of him. He'd never admit it out loud, or to himself even. But it was. Her auburn locks the only thing he really paid attention too. The fact he got to drift away in the smell of her vanilla shampoo for an hour the only consolation for having to be in this room.

Five minutes in, he's lost in thought already. His eyes fixated on the way she twirls her hair around her left index finger. Her right hand swiftly taking notes, notes he knows she won't give him. Not at first that is, but his puppy eyes have proven to come in helpful more than once last school year.

A soft dab on his table making his eyes pop up again, instantly looking at hers. "Take your own notes," she whispers letting the pencil roll out of her hand and he catches it in one go.

"But I'm used to studying with yours," he leans forward again. Holding the pencil in front of her, his eye brows raised, he's challenging her.

She rolls her eyes her hand falling around his to stop him from wiggling around. "Write," she mumbles before turning around again, his fingers scraping her locks bound in the swinging ponytail, before he pulls his hand back.

He lets out a sigh.

.

His attention is broken once more as the door swings open. His head turns towards the right, but all he sees is a flash of blonde hair moving down and a loud noise when the owner of that hair obviously tripped over the threshold.

He tries to hold his laugh as the lecturer turns around, extending his hand as he helps the young lad back on his feet. The boy is adjusting his glasses, organising his books again. As he looks around the classroom, causing the girls to giggle.

"Aah the transfer student," the lecturer mumbles, and the boy nods. "Michael, uhm.. Mike Ross."

He sees her look around, she's biting her tongue. He knows she is, but she's got this look in her eyes he can't really place. He considers it to be something she does with Rachel. The two of them always had a language of their own. One even he as her best friend couldn't understand.

"Weirdo," he mumbles nearly inaudible, but not for her. She turns around giving him this disappointing look only she could as she shakes her head.

"Be nice," she nods before turning around again.

"Nice," he mumbles in a sigh as he moves his bag from the empty chair next to him signalling the transfer student that he could sit there.

If she wanted him to be nice, he could be nice.

"Thanks," the blonde geeky guy mumbles, causing him to roll his eyes this time. This was going to be one long class or semester for that matter.

.

He closes his books before the bell even rings. Folding the still empty piece of paper as he tabs the pencil on her shoulder. "Thanks," he smirks.

She presses her lips together as she takes in the look on his face. "Fine," she sighs sliding her notes towards him, "but I want them back at the end of the day."

The gang gathers around their tables. They're with nine of them, five guys and four girls. A group of friends, and occasionally more, since the beginning of high school. Just them even before that. The red head kisses Paula on the cheek, giving Scottie a Manhattan one over she lands under the arm of Mitchell.

"So," Tanner starts speaking, but soon he's interrupted by a cough. All heads turn towards his right, they circled the new boy in their little gang. Not even noticing he was still there.

"Uhm.. Hi.. I'm Mike," a squeaky voice pierces his ears but the boy is shut up as Logan pushes his books from the table, causing Louis and Scottie to laugh.

He's not really paying attention to the situation, his eyes constantly landing on how Mitchell's hand is tugging on the edge of her emerald hoodie, before the two of them turn around and walk away. Followed by the others.

"See you after practice?" Scotties voice waking him up from his thoughts again, before he feels her lips pressing a kiss against his cheek, his jaw clenching in response.

"Uhm.." he mumbles. "yeah.. Sure," he adds watching her walk away. He's still bothered by the way Mitchell was trying to hook up with Donna. Not that he knows if he really wants more, but she is his best friend. Always has been. Since they were little kids.

"Here Michael," he adds handing him one of the papers as he gets out of his own seat. His eyes landing on Rachel once more. "Zane," he mumbles waiting and she nods pulling her emerald jacket over her shoulder. Giving the boy a smile before she walks out of the class room next to Harvey.

"It's a shame he isn't part of the group," she mumbles looking away and he lets out a laugh. He might be part of it, but he never really cared about the group and their rules.

"So?" he shrugs his shoulders, not understanding the problem.

She stares at him like he's lost his mind, like he's forgotten who he is. Who they are. "You know us Pink ladies aren't allowed to date anyone besides you T-bird guys," she reasons then.

He frowns once more. "Are you seriously quoting Grease now?"

"You know Grease?" she counters one eyebrow raised, but she already knows the answer. Including the why he knows the movie.

"We're not like that," he continues, shaking his head. "And even if we were it's a bullshit reason," he counters, causing the small brunette to let out a sigh.

"You know it's not," she argues, "you're with Scottie ."

"I'm not with – "

"Donna's with Mitchell, Tanner and Paula," she shrugs. "And .. it's not like I'm going out with Logan or Louis," she cringes a little as they continue walking. "Anyway," the brunette mumbles as she turns to face him. "It's not fair that I can't date him because he's not part of our group."

"You just met him," Harvey answers emphasizing the just. "Besides who cares if he's –"

"The rest," she cuts him off once more. "Last year with Kyle Durant, Logan was all up in my face about how I couldn't do that," she speaks and Harvey opens his mouth to say that that had nothing to with a rule, but she continues with her speech.

"And it's not fair, it's like those stupid rules only applies to us girls. I mean I've seen you. You've basically hooked up with every girl in school. In fact," she pauses pointing at him and he wants to protest, but it's true. He's been with a lot of girls.

"Now that I think about it," she pauses, a nervous giggle escapes her lips. "You never dated anyone of us. Well Scottie maybe, but I mean you never even kissed any of us girls," her hands frantically moving around. He just stares at her for a second, feeling his breathing become heavier as he repeats her words in his mind. A particular girl coming to mind.

"Is that an invitation?" he jokes, mostly for himself to break his own thoughts as they continue walking to the exit.

She just laughs rolling her eyes at his words as he holds the door open for her. "I mean, you never even kissed Donna," she replies, stepping outside she continues walking. Not noticing how he freezes on his spot, his breath faltering and he just swallows.

He doesn't answer.