A/N: I should be writing my Spanish essay right now, but I had this story idea from a dream, after reading the Clockwork Prince, hehe ^^. And I must put it somewhere. So here it is. Though I don't know if I should continue this or not, so I'm just going to keep it a 1000 short-story (just in case).

~*Story takes place in the more modern world.~M/M~I WARNED YOU~M/M~FUCKING SLASH~*


For the past few days, Jem felt someone staring at him. But once he turned around, the was no one around him except for Will. Once again he felt it. Jem scribbled across the page of his homework, glancing up. No one. Will had a strange flicker in his eyes, but Jem didn't notice. He sighed.

"Something wrong, James?"

Jem shook his head, running his fingers through his silver hair. "I keep feeling that someone's staring at me."

Will chuckled, lighting up his blue eyes. "Have you been sleeping well? You've been studying a lot lately."

A slight blush dotted Jem's cheeks. He didn't want to tell Will that he was trying to keep up with Will's grades. Will always took the appearance of a gangly student, but he was at the top of his classes. Jem has been in the shadow of Will since they were little. It seemed like every time Jem caught up, Will was already several steps ahead. Jem felt useless. He couldn't do anything as simple as caring for himself. There would always be someone there to help him. Like he was a kid.

"Yeah. I've been busy with all the tests and everything." Jem looked out the window, admiring the view of the campus. Today was a lazy day. Not many students came, since it was the end of the week. He soaked in the peacefulness of the library.

Will glanced at his friend. The sun illuminated the paleness of Jem's skin. He noticed how graceful the violinist's fingers were; just tracing idle shapes on the table. It mesmerized Will. The doodling stopped. Will looked at Jem's face, he was staring at him. Sliver eyes and blue eyes bore into each other. Jem cut it off first. He gathered his materials and got up to leave.

"Wait!" Will quickly balanced his books, and rushed after the retreating silver head. "James!" Right then, the bell rang. Will lost Jem in the rush of people. He bit his lip, he had to wait until they met again after school.

The blue-eyed male sprawled out on the football field's bleachers. He propped up a history textbook, trying to reread it. Will sucked on lollipop. He forgot to bring some money for lunch, again. Charlotte, his and Jem's caretaker, didn't feel like sending out Sophie to deliver homemade lunches this week. Jem and Will lived separately. They didn't want to burden Charlotte. But they also didn't want to live together. Actually, it was Jem who would not live with Will. He wanted independence. Charlotte refused to let the teen live by himself. In the end, she gave in from Jem's silent treatment. Will snickered. The two friends lived a few streets from each other, two different apartments, but close enough so that Will could check Jem. So much for independence.

Will heard Jem's voice gradually coming closer, along with a female voice. It was Tessa. She was giggling at something, her arm looped around Jem's. A small thing flickered in Will. It was so small that he barely noticed it. But he did. It was jealousy. What the hell? Will scrunched his face in disgust. What was there to be jealous about?

He peeked out from under his book. Tessa was leaving. Jem waved, a small smile on his lips. Will quietly placed the book down and went down the bleachers.

Jem still haven't noticed him yet. Will was about to pounce, but stopped midway.

"Trying to scare me again?" Jem asked, not turning around.

Will sat down, defeated. He pulled out the lollipop, making a pop with his lips. "How do you do that?"

"If you stop being so immature, or maybe have new techniques that can actually scare me, until then, nothing will scare me." Jem sat next to him.

Will leaned back. "Can I do something that isn't meant to scare you?"

Jem laughed. "I don't see the fun in that."

"Can I?"

Jem shrugged.

Will pulled Jem by his necktie. He pushed the lollipop though the pale lips, and took it back out. Will pressed his lips on Jem's. It wasn't intentional, but Jem had his mouth open when Will kissed him.

Jem felt the hot tongue rub against his. He moaned into the dark-haired's mouth. It tasted like cherries. The sweet flavor of candy. Jem tried to push Will away, but his hands failed him. He felt weak. The kiss took away his strength. Instead, he clutched to Will's shirt. Will deepened the kiss, his fingers lacing into the silver hair.

They both pulled back gasping for air. Jem's hair ruffled, his tie loose, and his face flushed. A cold chill settled over Will. He realized the things he did that could cost his friendship.

"James, I'm so sor-"

Jem attacked Will's lips. "Say my name again," he said in between kisses.

"James."

Jem shuddered. "Never mind, don't say it."

Will leaned in. His lips pressed against Jem's ear. "James."

The thin hands gripped Will's arms.

"James."

Will kissed the sensitive lips, once more. He tongued the pale teen, only caring for what was happening now. Jem placed his trembling hands on Will's legs, near a noticeable bulge. Jem's arms were about to give out under him.

Will hummed, he wanted those fingers to come closer.

The corners of Jem's lips lifted. He knew what could make Will hum. He grounded his palms on Will's legs, slowly moving closer.

Jem was so close to touching that bulge. So close, but he stopped. Jem looked at his watch. His eyes widened, and he pulled away. He grabbed his bag and stood up. Will held onto the sleeve of his friend.

"I have band practice," Jem said.

"I don't want you to go yet." Hurt flashed in those blue eyes.

Jem chewed his bottom lip, looking at the school and back at Will.

"Is playing your violin more important than me?"

Jem looked at Will, surprise written all over his face. "I- wait- no- I mean, you're important. Yes, but-"

Will let go. He ran up the bleachers and shoved whatever in, and came back down. He shouldered past a stricken Jem. Jem knew he had to say something, say anything or he'd lose Will. But no words could come out.

It was a nightmare coming true. Will was finally leaving Jem behind. Jem can't catch up. Will was already gone.