I know i said i would post it over a week ago, but i wanted to make sure i could finish the story and not get stuck on one of the final chapter. You know how much u enjoy writing stuff that hasn't been written before, so here you go again. this is for every one - the dozens of e-mail ive gotten requesting for a story of this pairing after i aired the idea - enjoy!!

LCH1

PART ONE

Lucas Hume was a geek, with his straight A grade sheet and odd style. No, he was more than a geek; he was a freak, even his brother thought so. I supposed you noticed the past tense. Lucas' brother Brendan was killed in an armed robbery at the only gas station in Boston without surveillance cameras.

Lucas missed him sometimes. Sometimes he would tease him and then his parents would tell him to stop. That was the amount of attention he received from his parents.

When he grew his hair long and dyed it black they barely blinked. When he put white highlights in it all he got was a distracted 'how nice Luce'. When he started using make-up, all he got were weird looks then they went back to ignoring him. His clothes got tighter, more daring, darker and more rock & punk. He started doing his hair in a lions mane fashion. He wore chokers.

"You look like a girl."

It didn't matter that his teacher praised him to the skies, or that he had a voice a rock star would murder for. That is guitar instructor said he didn't have anything more to teach him and that he had offered him a job to teach the younger children, wasn't interesting. It didn't matter that Lucas got an offer of a college scholarship from Harvard five years before he was old enough to go to, because Brendan had gotten a shiner at the hockey game a few days before.

Golden Boy Brendan.

Lucas hated Brendan, because all he would do was tease and mob him and call him a girl. A freak. He had heard that so many times he believed it now.

It wasn't long ago that Lucas started to change. Not outwardly; his clothes, make-up, his hair. No, it was something more daring than that. He discovered life. He used the money he earned to take dance lessons; strip-dance lessons, and he was good. It was the most fun he'd ever had, and it made him strong too. He started singing at clubs, because it was fun. People knew who he was and he loved it – when it was nice people.

Then Brendan had to go and ruin it all by getting himself killed. Now his father was even more distant, and his mother had gotten clingy and whiny. Blabbing on and on about how she didn't want to loose Brendan, now she only had one son left.

'Since when did she care?'

Lucas never ate lunch at school. Usually it wasn't allowed to leave campus, but the teachers let him because he always turned up in time and was their best student. They knew all too well that Lucas wasn't happy at home, but what could they do? Their pleas for his welfare and praise for his brilliance fell upon deaf ears.

That's how Lucas Hume met Billy Darley, who would change his life. Would it be for the better, or for the worse? Well, read on and find out.

Billy and the gang were camped out at a café close to the park, and were eating ice-cream. It was an adorable sight; a gang leader lapping at an ice-cream with a non-murderous expression on his face. Bodie figured his best friend had developed a crush. It was the only explanation. Then again, 'Billy Darley' and 'crush' didn't go well together, unless it was 'crushing something' not 'crushing on someone'.

Billy's attention was trained on the other side of the street. Well, it was hardly a street, more like a platz, but that was beside the point. "What you staring at Billy-boy?" Bodie asked.

Billy ignored him and waved a waitress over. "Who's that kid?" he asked and pointed at the other side of the street. It was quite obvious who he meant. The kid with the lions mane.

The girl – no more than eighteen – arched a brow at Billy. "Well, since you don't already know; that's Lucas Hume. The kid is a freak – didn't shed a single tear at his brothers funeral. Everyone knows him. His brother was the top scorer and captain of the hockey team – he was going to the pro's, but that kid; he's a loser. Does nothing but school, play a little guitar…the teachers love him." She said with a huff. "Anything else?"

Bodie had noticed that marginal change in Billy's expression and wondered if it was because the girl had described him twenty years ago or if he was up to something.

"No." Billy said and observed the boy arguing with the clerk in the café. He slid off his stool and left the café, crossing the street.

"Billy got a plan?" Heco asked.

"Billy got a plan, but I'm not sure I like it." Bodie said.