Author Notes: Okay, this is all thanks to my bestest friend Courtney, and her amazing amazing fanfic which is located here:
Hippielover495 - Bad Boy, a Stand By Me Fanfic. I would put the URL, but It won't let me. Do read it. It won't let you down.
Warning: Language, Slash, and Sexual Thingys
Summary: After hours, we hide away in our own little world, holding each other's hands, and trusting each other.
Disclaimer: This would happen in Season 2 If I owned it, but I don't. Dang...
Reminders: PLEASE REVIEW!
This is a Jimmy/Sean oneshot in Jimmy's point of view.
I really was a jerk back then.
Oh, and blaming him for losing my spot on the basketball team because I sprained his ankle.
That was classic.
Well. I still don't know exactly how it happened.
Just that it did.
One day you're sworn enemies who fight with each other almost every day.
The next, you're lovers, pretending to be enemies.
And then the next, you're lovers who put on a show of friendship.
Even though you still have to pretend to dislike each other.
Although I still think that on some level he hates me.
Oh that nasty day when we were stuck in detention. At least the teacher abandoned us for her coffee.
He wanted to pick a fight with me. I was laughing, and he was angry.
And then we kissed.
But of course we had to be quiet about it. What else are you supposed to do when your sworn enemy turns into the love of your LIFE? Even when you're friends, what are you supposed to do? How do you keep it from all falling apart?
At school, we're just friends, but after hours, we hide away in our own little world, holding each other's hands, and trusting each other with all the hardships we deal with during those annoying public hours of life.
Of course, he always answers with the same line. Damn it, will you just stop talking about the assholic subject.
And then I smile, and he laughs, and it starts all over again.
Of course, somehow we keep it hidden from his annoying nosey brother.
And my perfect amazing annoyingly perfect parents.
But when we're sitting there together, holding each other's hands, nothing seems to matter. Not his brother, or my parents, or anyone else in the world.
Of course, his brother thinks I'm tutoring him, and I'm perfectly fine with that.
We get some studying in, after the after hours, and during the during hours.
And he's just so cute when he's frustrated.
Sometimes, I just want to lean over and kiss him, but I can't. If someone sees us, we'll completely destroy the façade we worked so hard to build.
Thank god my mom's cool with our all night "study" sessions.
Just as long as he doesn't cry out in the heat of the moment.
But if there wasn't a fear of getting caught, there wouldn't be a thrill to our relationship at all. It feeds on the fear of being caught.
I don't think my parents could deal with a gay son.
But until he puts a wedding band on my finger, they won't have to.
For now, it's our secret. Our amazing, yet dirty little secret.
