I have finally started a new story!!! Yay!!!! I hope you guys like this one. It's got yaoi as usual so beware. If you don't like that stuff then get lost you narrow-minded jerk! Sorry…I get a little worked up over stuff. Well, on with it!!!! Oh yes, please read and review!!!! Thanks!!
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Papier-mâché Emotions
By: Meg-chan!
Students waited in the halls of John F. Kennedy High School. It was only one of many John F. Kennedy High Schools, but this particular one was in southern California. It was 7:32 and school would be starting in 3 minutes. The students rushed about getting in as much gossip as they could before the bell rang.
At one end of the hallway, a large group was gathered around two boys, both juniors, and members of the school's championship soccer team. If you asked anyone in the junior class who the most popular students were, these two boys would be your answer. The tall redhead went by the name of Genrou and the other boy with his navy hair was called Kouji. They had been best friends for as long as anyone had known them. They weren't the smartest guys in school, but they were a lot smarter than they let on to be, but life was good for them.
Down at the other end of the hall a smaller group had situated. If you looked at the two groups you would notice a big difference between them. The students in the smaller group were dressed mostly in black, and they didn't look like they had been ripped out of a magazine add. Two of these young men were sitting on the floor, with their backs up against a row of lockers. Houjun and his friend Hikou sat with their friends. Houjun was the school's resident "art genius" and Hikou was pretty much just a genius. Hikou also happened to be the manager of the soccer team (it would look good on a college application). Their other friends included a budding actress named Megumi (she was also clad in the traditional black, but with purple and black stripped tights), an aspiring musician named Aki, and the quite bookworm Zel. Their friendships were true, not thin like the rice paper friendships that you saw among the "popular" groups.
The bell rang and groans echoed down the hall. Students stood up and began to walk to class. As the last few people straggled into class Houjun was sitting in his Studio Art class already at work on his current painting. The bright sun glinted of his gravity defying bangs. Genrou also took this art class and he wasn't half bad either. He walked in, a little late as usual. His fiery hair almost glowed in the morning light as he sat down at his seat. Houjun blushed slightly and turned back to his painting. The blue haired teen had secretly admired Genrou for some time now, but he chose to keep those feelings to himself. "Class, I have a new assignment for you. We are going to do a bit of sculpture. I don't what medium you use, but it must be three-dimensional. I am going to pair you with another student for this project. Art is not something that can be accomplished by a person alone. Every piece of art is influenced by several people. This is just a more direct way. Keep working and I will come around and tell you who you will be working with."
The class began to whisper excitedly, wondering whom their partner would be, and what they were going to make a sculpture of. Houjun turned to his painting and frowned. He wasn't familiar with any of the people in this class. The young artist's hand went up to his left eye and traced an old scar that lingered there. He didn't remember how he acquired it, as far as he knew he had always had it. Houjun lived on his own; his parents had died when he was young so he had never been able to ask them. He picked up his brush again and dipped it into the paint.
Just then the teacher had stopped behind Genrou and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened a bit, but then he quickly returned to his work. Houjun sat painting and wondering who was lucky enough to be paired with the fiery man. He sighed a little, shook the thoughts from his head and continued to paint.
A moment later he felt a tap on his arm, he turned to see the teacher smiling at him. "Houjun, my that's coming along very nice. Why not add a bit of white to this here? Oh, that's perfect! By the way, your partner is going to be…ah yes, Genrou." A nervous wave rippled through the artist's stomach.
"E-e-excuse me?" he asked.
"Genrou, you know who he is right? The young man over there with the red hair."
"Uh, yes…thank you." Houjun took in a shaky breath and held it. He then let it out slowly, and repeated the process, trying to calm himself. It worked a bit, and he went back to his work.
After class was over and they began to file out into the halls, Houjun heard a call behind him. "Houjun!" Houjun turned to see who it was that was calling him. His breath caught in his chest as he saw Genrou running towards him. "Hey! So I guess we're gonna be working together."
Houjun kept quiet, the friends of the athlete had picked him on for years. He didn't want to find that Genrou was the same way. "Yes, I suppose we are."
Genrou looked at the other teen with a puzzled look. What was this guy's problem? All he was trying to do was be friendly. Oh well, he had to get to his physics class and he didn't have time to deal with this right now. "Umm…okay, well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye."
The fiery haired man walked off, and Houjun sighed. God, why couldn't he just frigging talk to him?!?!?! He didn't know what to do with his own mouth when he was near. Houjun knelt down at his locker and took out his books for his next class. Hikou had just walked up "Hey Houjun, what's with that look? Somebody die?" Houjun sat down with his head in his hands.
"Hikou, do you think you could skip just this once? I really need to talk to you…"