A\N: Ahhhhh-! OKAY GUYS LISTEN UP.

ASDFGHJKL: W2H

Pairing: ZACK X JONATHAN, FRIENDSHIP GOALS JONATHAN X SOCK

RATED M ON LATER CHAPTERS, YOU WERE WARNED.

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DISCLAIMERZ: DONT OWN NOTHING. Ciao.

First and Foremost

Summary: If Jonathan sucks at human interaction then Zack sucks at being himself. Both are oblivious to each other's attraction and Sock can only watch in dismay.

"They're dumb for each other." Sock mumbled to himself, "So I'm going to help them!"

Queue shenanigans (Both boys and girls. And demons and angels.), bathroom toilets exploding (Talking to your dick while toilets exploding behind you is a normal thing. Or so Zack thinks when it comes to Jonathan.), letter jackets (Zack insists it's not his.) being ripped to shreds by a vacuum cleaner, a group of (not) possessed cheerleaders, teen angst (Not all from Jonathan, yay.), and High School itself. Everything could go wrong with Sock's plan.

And all the demon wanted was to see Jonathan and Zack to be not dumb.

'This is a disaster.' Sock thought as he mumbled profanities, floating through the school halls as he remembers every single bad thing that happened throughout the course of the week alone. Which was a new record for him, if he do say so himself.

Today, it became even worse than he imagines. Streams of toilet water was flooding the halls, students alike were covering their noses with their shirts or hands. Some were even green in the face. The smell alone made some already dry heaving somewhere.

Ever since Sock killed himself and became a demon, he can't really use his physical senses anymore. No smell, no touch, no taste. Everything became a bleak of nothing, only memories of what it was supplied him to properly react to what Jonathan experiences. He also has this cool spoopy hole in his chest.

He's very happy he killed himself now seeing how one student finally cracked while walking on the brownish water, turned around and puked.

He racks his mind to remember where it began and almost flinches when he does.

'It all started on Monday.' Sock all but hissed. Of course it would be a Monday. Things like these only occur on Mondays and the only thing that was supernatural enough to cause havoc on a high school is none other than Sock. He's not apologizing any time soon though.

Napoleon Maxwell Sowachowski was on a mission, a very important one might I add. He became really good friends with Jonathan, one thing's for sure, and all that observing on the dual color haired teen was not all for naught.

Jonathan's woeful sighs were not because of his mind set straight that life is meaningless (He's not that nihilistic, just introverted) but because of his ever wandering half-lidded eyes were trailing to follow a tall brunette in a letter jacket. At first, Sock thought he was just weary of Melto, the name that was stitched behind, because of his rep of being a bully to Jonathan at times and would most likely avoid a confrontation from him.

After stalking Melto, Aka Zack Melto, he realizes then that he also was tracking Jonathan with his eyes whenever he passes by him and his group of friends on the school halls. Sometimes even eliciting his own sighs once the attention of his friends was wholly caught by something. Sock regarded Zack's friends as dogs secretly in his mind. Though, Zack himself was also called a dog in Sock's mind.

When he gather enough evidence (Took Zack's jockstrap for a reaction, it has his name on the strap too!) he somewhat confronted Jonathan in his room, since he can.

"Heeyy there Jonathan! My Jona-man! My Jona—"Said teen levelled Sock an unimpressed look.

"ANYWAY! Imma cut to the chase." Sock settled down next to Jonathan, who was, again, listening to music, he moved his headphones away, much to Jon's annoyance.

"What is it?" He frowned, seeing the seriousness in Sock's face.

"I… Do you have a crush on someone?" He's waaay too dead to be embarrassed, that's not how Sock rolls. Okay, maybe a little but he needs to focus on this.

Almost immediately, Jon's already pale face was blushing furiously. His cheeks, his ears, his neck. Sock was already covering his snickering, a small tick happening underneath his eye, straining not to blow it.

"Are you bullshitting me Sock?" Jon asked vehemently, his face ruining the picture of a furious teen.

"N-no, no! I'm- pft- not! It's an honest to goodness question!" He raised his right hand, his left was still holding on Zack's jockstrap from behind, schooling an innocent face.

Jon eyed that face wearily, not believing it for a second. He cleared his throat, willing away his blush.

"I don't have one so piss off." He said stubbornly, looking away, hoping that was enough.

It wasn't when it comes to Sock, Jon should know this by now.

"Not even that tall jock? What was his name? Melting? Melon?" Jon snapped at Sock's direction, face forming from confused to terrified.

"How'd you… Where'd you…" He trailed off. He then scowled and stood up from his bed.

"No, I don't have a crush on Zack Melto! He's a freaking jerk!" He crossed his arms.

Sock thought it was time to bring out the big guns. He levitated a few feet away from Jon's bed.

He brought out the jockstrap from behind him, dangling it in index finger. Jon was confused and observed what was on Sock's hands. His mind processed slower when it was a jockstrap.

'Why does Sock have a jockstrap?' Jon thought nervously.

Jonathan then paused when he read the name on the strap. Sock, being the little shit he is, threw it to Jon's face. He let out a shriek, the words much closer than before. A smell assaulted his nose and his mind was amble enough to read it again before he threw it at Sock angrily and chased the bastard around his house, Sock laughing all the way.

'Property of Zack Phineas Melto' it read.

A/N: CHAPTER ONE DOOONNNEEE! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!