I know, I know; here I am again! There are two things I love the most in writing and reading fanfiction: family fluff, and high school AU's. Don't ask me why about the latter, I just think they're fun.

Anyways, the older portion of the gang (plus Mandy) is all here. Various ships will be included, so basically, anything goes. I've decided to make this a Multi-Chap, so we'll be able to see the rest of the group without cramming it all into one chapter.

I own nothing. Warning: This fic will contain teenaged drinking and premarital sex.

We're in Heaven- Chapter One: Study Hall and the Human Anatomy

Study Hall had to be the most annoying class on the planet. Time always ticked along slowly, no matter what Bass or Miles did to speed things up. They tried balling up papers and throwing them at their unknowing classmates, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as it should have been.

Sebastian Monroe and Miles Matheson had been friends since elementary school, and everyone in school knew it. Jeremy Baker met the other two later on in middle school, and joined their tight bond. Now that they were juniors, you would think that they'd be mature about some things, but no. The only thing that they were serious about was booze and sex. Lots and lots of sex. Popular rumor around the school was that Bass, Miles, and Jeremy went on a drinking binge and, quite literally, screwed each other senseless. Miles' girlfriend wasn't exactly pleased when that rumor came her way, but she decided that she'd rather him sleep with two men than two women any day.

Bass propped his head up with his hand and sighed melodramatically. He looked over at Miles as their teacher cleared her throat and glared at the blonde teenager. Right as the teacher looked away, both boys celebrated with a high-five, the sound resonating through the room.

"Matheson, Monroe, do you two have a problem?" the teacher snapped from her desk, tapping her pencil audibly against the textbook she was looking over.

Sebastian threw his head back and chuckled on the teacher's behalf. "A problem? No, we're just bored sitting here is all."

Their teacher just huffed and adjusted her reading glasses. "If you spent half of your time in study hall reading and working on your homework like you're supposed to, you would be making much better grades."

Bass snorted and turned his attention to his classmates. Jeremy was actually doing his homework, the nerd, Miles was oh-so-discreetly texting from the phone he had tucked in his sleeve. Most likely Nora—his girlfriend—Monroe groaned inwardly at that. Miles hardly ever went out with him and Jeremy without bringing his bitch along. Sure, she was cool, he guessed. But it still annoyed Bass when Miles and Nora decided to play a round of tonsil hockey, and forget everyone else around them. Sebastian was happy for his best friend but he just didn't understand about being in love. He understood one night stands all too well, but actually having a relationship with these girls; it was like a foreign language to him.

That was, until he saw her. The girl sitting in the next row over, just a few seats up from him. She looked drop dead gorgeous in that white v-neck shirt of hers, one that dipped down to expose her cleavage tastefully. A grin plastered itself onto his face as his eyes raked over her. She was wearing a set of denim blue jeans that hugged her frame and gave Bass a wonderful view of her backside.

Had he seen her here before? Normally, he'd notice hot girls like that. (He also, normally, would be trying to tap those hot girls, but whatever.) There she was, in all of her womanly glory, and Bass was practically getting a boner just by sitting in class looking at her.

The girl, damn he'd get her name soon enough, finally looked over at him, her lips curling inward. She managed to wave at him; Bass was the goober who had a delayed reaction. And, to top it all off, his wave looked like a hand spasm more than anything else. He was never nervous around girls before. He was Mr. Charming, after all.

Oh God, she probably thought he was a dork or something by now. Dammit, and he would bet that she gave excellent blowjobs, too… Or maybe even handjobs, that much you could get away with in class—

"Monroe!" the teacher tried for what felt like the hundredth time. "Stop staring at Miss Cooper and get to work!"

Bass felt a blush crawl on his face as the girl in question just smiled down at her book shyly. Okay, he had to learn this girl's name. Maybe they had another class together. Lunch was always a sketchy bet, after all.

Miles smirked over at his best friend, teasing him only with his mind. Bass didn't need to be telepathic to understand what Matheson was trying to tell him.

Sebastian sighed and shook his head. Very reluctantly, he picked up his Chemistry book and opened it up to the homework he had to get done. Maybe schoolwork would take his mind off the throbbing in his cock…

o—o—o

When the bell finally rang, Bass had never gotten out of his seat so fast. He violently forced his book and binder back into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. His blue eyes darted across the room, looking for the girl who had sparked his interest earlier. He found her neatly stuffing her book back into her shoulder bag. She was standing up, her back towards him. The profile view was even more refreshing than when he first saw her…

Bass was startled when someone clapped a hand on his back. He looked back to see Miles, of course, smirking at him.

"Get 'em, tiger," Miles encouraged, nudging his head towards the girl before heading out the classroom. He was going to Physics, but he had to meet his girlfriend first at the lockers and play a little tonsil hockey. The blonde, again, just rolled his eyes.

The girl looked back at Sebastian as she shouldered her bag gently. Was she waiting for him?

"I'm Mandy," she spoke to him, breaking the ice with a smile.

"Sebastian," he met up with her and took her proffered hand, kissing the backside of it gently. "But you can call me Bass. Or… whatever you want, actually," he babbled on, grinning like the idiotic schoolboy he was.

"It's nice to meet you, Sebastian," Mandy replied quietly. He offered his arm out for her and, surprisingly, she took it without delay. They walked out of the classroom arm-in-arm, something that the teacher just shook her head at.

"So," the brunette began, keeping her steps synchronized with Bass', "what class are you going to next?"

"Actually," Bass began, stopping to stare back at Mandy, "I was thinking about skipping. Some things are more… important… than Chem."

Mandy lost her breath as Sebastian met with her eyes, searching for anything at that point. "I—I have Art Class. But… maybe I can do without it just for today."

"That's my girl," the blonde teen whispered, gently running his fingers through her hair. At that point, Sebastian Monroe had her whipped. He was too charming for his own good.

The two headed in the opposite direction of their classes, which was a first for Mandy. Her parents would kill her if they found out that she skipped a class, but she just couldn't say no to Bass. She wanted him all to herself, no matter where they had to go to do so.

o—o—o

Bass and Miles were the pros at skipping classes. They knew for a fact that there were certain parts of the school where the cameras couldn't reach a certain angle. It would appear that you left for class, but, in reality, you would be heading further down the hallway.

"Are you new to Matheson High?" the older teen asked as he lead her down that particular hallway. Mandy's heart was racing a mile a minute; she normally wasn't so shy, but now all of a sudden…

"No. I've been here for a while. I guess you just haven't noticed me," the brunette gazed up at Bass, a smirk playing on her lips, "guess I wasn't a girl you had in mind, huh?"

"I was an idiot for thinking that, m'dear," the boy gazed up at the clock as they reached the end of the first hallway. They had about a minute to spare. Monroe grabbed her hand as they took a sharp left, vanishing from the camera's sight.

"So, what are we doing here?" Mandy asked, her voice just above a whisper.

"Honestly, we can go into one of those empty classrooms, do whatever we damn well please," Bass grinned boyishly, hoping to convince her with ease.

The brunette girl narrowed her eyes at him. "You're trying to get in my pants, aren't you?"

He pulled her into one of the empty classrooms and shut the door behind them, just in time for the bell to ring. Mandy squeaked as Bass ran his fingers through her thick hair and stared deep into her eyes.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" he hummed deep in his throat as the brunette's breathing grew rapid with anticipation. "You're beautiful, do you know that?"

"I'll bet you say that to all of the girls," Mandy panted as Bass rocked against her, his own breath warm against her. She stared at him once more, her breath hitching in her chest as the older teenager tilted her chin up to kiss her neck. The brunette wanted him so bad, but she knew this wasn't the right place for it. Hell, she always hoped that her first time would be special, and with a guy that thought she was special. Not with a guy she just met in Study Hall, in an empty classroom. Thank God it was dark, and the windows were tinted.

Bass's lips went steadily down to where he met with hers. Their first kiss was hesitant on both parts. He parted his lips from hers for a moment and looked back at her with genuine concern. "If you don't want this, say the word and I'll back off now."

"I do want this…" Mandy swallowed the saliva that was building up on her tongue. What else could this man possibly do to her body? "Just, first time and all. And—nervous, 'cause I don't want to be just another girl for you."

Despite the fact that Sebastian didn't know the aspects of a real relationship, he wanted to try. Mandy was different from all of those other girls, or at least she seemed different to him. She was the type of girl that he could picture wanting to take home to his parents. He didn't know why but she was just… special. (Bass was well aware of the fact that it could have been his hormones talking, but he would find that out the hard way…)

"I wouldn't worry about that, gorgeous," Bass smoothed her hair down with one hand, while the other cupped her backside teasingly.

"I surely hope so," Mandy's breath grew jagged again as she slid a hand up her classmates' shirt. "For your sake, anyways," she added, "I take self defense classes…"

"Why does that thought excite me?" Sebastian gave her an easy grin as he went to unbutton her jeans. The brunette latched her lips onto his bottom lip and began a mind-blowing, yet sloppy, kiss. Bass scooped her up and placed her on the long table away from the window. She lay astride the elder teen as he slid down her jeans and panties. Mandy sat up on her elbows to steal a kiss from him as he undid his fly and thrust himself into her.

Bass steadied himself by holding her shoulders as he went deeper inside of her. He kept his eyes focused on the girl that was writhing underneath him. She reached up for him and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Her hands traveled down his arms, pressing her nails into his skin to keep herself from screaming out.

The elder teen grinned as he brought her shirt up and began kissing his way up to her breasts. Mandy slammed her head back against the table, her body arching with every kiss that Bass placed on her skin. He got to her breasts and began sucking between them as he thrust harder and harder.

"Ah, stop!" Mandy moaned as he unclipped her bra and began kissing her tender, exposed nipples.

"Just a little longer," Bass grunted, welcoming his lover back into his arms as she brought her legs around him and picked their rhythm back up whilst kissing him hungrily.

In just a short moment, they sat in a post-coital bliss. Neither of them bothered to move. Mandy brushed her fingers through Sebastian's hair as she tried to regain her breath. Their eyes were locked together, daring the other to speak. She was still full of him and, despite how sticky it felt, she wasn't in a hurry to move. Damn, what was he doing to her?

Sebastian gave her the gentlest of kisses as he pulled out of her. "Look, I'm still here. And I'm still mad for you."

The brunette glanced up at him and fixed herself the best that she could. "Are you sure that's not the afterglow talking, big boy?"

"You know what I think?" he asked as he zipped his fly back up. His lover gave a hum in reply to let him know that she was listening. "I think that I want to show you around to the world." He welcomed her into his arms again and kissed her. "First, I need to show you to my friends."

Mandy beamed a smile. Just as she was able to reply, the bell rang, signifying the end of class. "Start by escorting me to my next class? That's a good way to show me off."

"I love the way you think," Bass grinned and pecked at her lips once more.

"I need to stop by the bathroom, so wait for me?" the brunette asked hopefully.

"Anything for you, m'dear," he led her out of the classroom and wrapped an arm around her to keep her close. The two of them separated long enough for Mandy to clean herself up the best that she could in the bathroom. She came out to find Bass leaning against the water fountain in between both bathrooms. He smirked at her as she padded over to him, her heartbeat escalating again.

"Ready?" Bass asked her, holding out a hand for her.

Mandy smiled and took his hand. "Where are you heading for now?"

"Lunch," he grinned, "my favorite class of the day."

The brunette chuckled. "Looks like we're heading in opposite directions. I've got Anatomy next."

"Who says you need Anatomy? You've just got the course of a lifetime back there…" Bass leaned down and gave her a few quick kisses. "Mmm. And I give you an A+."

Mandy blushed as she saw students walk by, staring blatantly at the couple. This was something that would take some getting used to, for sure. One of them was Rachel Matheson, or soon to be Matheson, anyway. She was Ben Matheson's fiancé, his very pregnant fiancé at that.

Like it was nothing, Sebastian eased the brunette through the crowd of teenagers. He wouldn't let go of her hand, something that she found a might comforting. They had stopped at her locker on the way to the science hall where, again, they practically sucked on each other's faces until their lips were swollen and pink. Bass had never done this with any of his other girls before; surely she had to understand that she was special.

The couple stopped in front of Mandy's classroom door. Bass embraced her once more and kissed her. Dr. Morgan, the A&P teacher, tried to shoo him away. After the blonde student sent his girlfriend away with another kiss, he grinned at the teacher and waved like it was nothing.

Bass looked down at his hand with a smile as he headed for the cafeteria. Written in pink ink was Mandy's cell phone number. Boy did he have a story to tell Miles and Jeremy…

o—o—o

Monroe slipped into the cafeteria to join his friends just after the tardy bell rang, which was odd for him, very odd. He normally beat all of his friends there, but this time he had beaten him there. When the future Marine joined Miles, Ben, and Jeremy in line, they just gawked at him like he was from outer space or something.

"Hey guys, what's cracking?" he asked in his usual Southern drawl.

Miles narrowed his eyes at the blonde. "Do I know you? I'm looking for Bass. The guy who is never late for lunch," he looked past him teasingly and pretended to search the lunchroom.

"I was a little preoccupied…" Bass trailed off, a boyish grin in place.

"A little? Rachel told me that she saw you with your tongue shoved down some girl's throat in between classes," Ben quirked an eyebrow. "You trying to get in her pants? The girl was practically fawning over you, according to my girlfriend."

Bass' grin grew broader. "Ben, how much do you trust out of that woman's mouth? I mean, she's a bag of hormones lately. Maybe she's just making that up…"

The three boys ducked into the kitchen and grabbed their Styrofoam trays. The older Matheson was still processing his friend's remark. Maybe he had a point. As the Matheson brothers and Bass came up to their table, Rachel was griping about something to Nora. The Latina didn't look very interested, but she just nodded her head to make it look like she was.

"Rachel, are you trying to scare my girlfriend away again?" Miles asked, taking a seat next to Nora. He saw the relief on her face and had to stifle his laughter.

"Very funny, Miles," Rachel deadpanned, her usual scowl setting into place. It was even worse now that she was into the second trimester of her pregnancy. She took everything offensively, and the guidance counselor had her in and out of his office all through the school week.

Bass sat down next to Miles and started stuffing his face at a fast clip. The pregnant teenager gaped at her fiancé's friend in disgust. "Bass, what are you eating? I can't tell because you shove everything into the middle of your tray…"

He just grinned at her and swallowed it all down with a large gulp of white milk. "Why don't you worry less about what I'm eating, and worry about feeding the peanut?"

Rachel looked down at her bump, knowing that Bass was speaking about hers and Ben's unborn child. The future Marine had nicknamed the baby from the first ultrasound, despite how annoyed the mother was by this.

"Bass," Ben warned him warily, rubbing his fiancé's back comfortingly. "Please try not to get in it with my very—" he paused as he felt the pregnant blonde bore a hole into his head, "my very loving wife-to-be."

"And you wonder why Mr. Strausser calls me into his office daily…" Rachel murmured under her breath, speaking only of the creepy guidance counselor. He tried to connect with students, but he just gave off a vibe that made them uncomfortable. Especially when he started naming off fruit that they reminded him of…

Nora was in the middle of taking a swig of her bottled water and she just couldn't keep her laughter to herself. She snorted to the point where the water squirted out of her nose. Her boyfriend just looked over at her with a quirked eyebrow, not really sure if he should bother helping her out of this situation.

"Ah, Nora, babe? Are you alright?" Miles asked, very amused about the whole thing. He was trying so hard not to grin.

"Shut up, Miles. I swear, if you even look at me funny, there will be no sex for a month," the Latina scolded through her coughs.

Bass began laughing at the irony of it. His best friend wouldn't be getting any, and yet he would be—very often, no doubt. The others just gawked at Monroe, as if he had landed on Earth from planet Mars. "What? Why're you guys staring at me?"

"I'm sure that Sebastian is happy that you aren't getting any in the near future, Miles," Nora began with a wicked grin that could only come from a woman. "That way you two can compare sob stories."

"Oh I don't think Bass will be doing much sobbing, what with the rumors that I'm hearing," Rachel glared at the older blonde teasingly. She began rubbing her baby bump as Miles just stared at her with his mouth wide-open.

"Rache, what are you talking about?" Miles asked oh so desperately. He was stabbing his meat with his plastic fork, but ended up stabbing the Styrofoam tray beneath it too. The darker-haired Matheson knew that they must have been talking about that chick that Bass was staring at in Study Hall, but… what all had gone on since then…?

Sebastian just grinned as he wolfed down the rest of his lunch and drained his milk carton. He shouldered his backpack once again just after glancing up at the clock. Mandy should be coming out of Anatomy at any minute for lunch. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't escort her there himself?

"See you guys. I gotta catch my girl when she gets outta class," he added as he stood up and dumped his tray into the trash.

The two couples just blinked several times, all of them wondering if that had really just happened.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Miles asked. "Since when does Bass have a girlfriend?"

And I'll end the first chapter here. What did we think? Ya'll know what to do!