Okay, so I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with my other Balcifer fic (Eta Carinae Nebula). I know where it's going to go and how to get there, I just don't know if it'll all be well received and, therefore, if it's worth writing. So, I decided to do a 100 prompt challenge to keep my skills up and running and keep you guys satiated somewhat.

Originally, I was going to make every prompt tie in to the chapter before it to create one super long (probably terrible) story, but as we're a starving breed with this ship, I decided to do a bunch of oneshots with a bunch of AU's and a bunch of genres. Some will be short, some will be long, some will be TOO LONG, and I doubt they'll be updated daily. Anyway, I hope you folks like it. I think I definitely will.

In every chap, I'll give a bit of a heads up as to what pond we're currently swimming in. This one is going to be a high school AU. I typically don't care much for those, but I already did a bar scene so here we go. Enjoy!

Lu, thankful that Gabriel finally turned eighteen so that he could get the smokes for a change, took a long drag before breathing the wisps back into the dark air. The last place he ever expected to find himself was the Homecoming dance, but the prospect of getting out of the house, away from his drunk dad and quiet mom, was far too alluring to pass up. Michael, his older brother by a year, was here as well, but nowhere near them, thank God. The asshole had other obligations what with obviously being Homecoming King and all.

The party was still going strong in the gym and dusk had just recently settled in. Lu stuck around long enough to look at the decorations and sample the punch before he wondered outside to find someone who wasn't completely lame. That's where he found Gabe.

They sat side by side on the hood of Gabe Speight's beaten up sedan, the younger one chuckling under his breath. "I can't believe you came out tonight," he said for the second time since they ran into each other. "And look at you. All dressed up. You sure you aren't here chasing a crush, Lucy?"

It was true enough that he had dressed up for the evening for two primary reasons. One being he was a little nervous that staff would kick him out of the party if he showed up in jeans and a ratty shirt. The other being he just wanted to dress up for something. Homecoming was a good enough excuse. He wore black slacks, shiny black shoes he stole- borrowed from Michael's closet, a white button up shirt and a black blazer over that, also borrowed from Mike. His hair, though, was as unruly as usual, not that he cared in the least.

"Just wanted to get out, man," Lu mumbled, leaning back against the windshield. "Mom looked shocked and asked where I was really going. I'm gonna be the new star child when we all get home and Mike says I really did come out here."

"Well, I'm terribly proud of ya," Gabe laughed again, crossing his legs beneath himself and taking another drag, "I've got beer in the back seat if you want one."

Lu narrowed his eyes. "Where'd you get that, goody two shoes?" True, Gabriel smoked, but that was the end of his reckless binge, and even that he was trying to quit.

Gabriel shrugged. "Ray bought it for me. Told me to not drive drunk and have fun. Between you and me, I think he's trying to get me laid."

Lu smiled at the mention of Raphael, Gabriel's eldest brother who had just gotten back from his stint overseas. "He trusts you more than I would. I guess that means you're going to take this party somewhere else, though?"

The younger one shrugged again, wiping his pants leg of fallen ashes. "Maybe after a few dances, but I don't know where. It'll probably end up being a bunch of us. Sam's riding with his brother and I haven't seen Cas around. They might all be carpooling together."

"Well, if it's a party, count me in," Lu smiled with a nod, "but I'll agree that you and Sam could use some alone time."

"Shut up," Gabriel laughed, halfheartedly pushing a hand against Lu's ribs.

It was at that moment when Dean Winchester's ridiculously loud and ancient Impala, turned the curve and made a beeline for the two of them in the parking lot. Gabriel took one last inhale of his cigarette before flicking it to the gravel, all while Lu watched. "You're quitting for him, aren't you?"

"He doesn't like the smoke," Gabe answered as the car parked in the empty space across from them, and people began piling out of the car.

Sam was the first one to jump out, climbing from the passenger seat before heading straight for them. Or more pointedly, for Gabriel. The height difference between the pair was something Lu found hilarious and secretly adorable, especially with the way his friend would try to make himself seem bigger sometimes just because he wanted to. As such, Gabe stayed seated on the car as his freakishly tall boyfriend approached him. With arms already outstretched, Sam placed his hands on each of his boyfriend's knees and stole a quick kiss.

Gabriel smirked as they pulled apart. "Sorry. Had one before you showed up."

"I know," Sam smiled wide. "It's all right. You're trying."

The way they looked at each other, smiling like that, made Lu roll his eyes and look away. He tried as often as he could to show that he didn't approve of their lovey dovey dopey looks, cracking jokes to show his discomfort, but it was more jealousy than anything else. No, he didn't want Gabriel or Sam, not really, but it would be nice to have someone look at him like that, too.

On second thought, maybe going out with two couples wouldn't be a good idea.

"God, you were right." The new voice, one he hadn't heard before, one heavily accented in something almost British but not quite, made Lu look back to the rest of the group approaching them. Dean and Castiel had their arms interlinked with one another, which seemed to be the usual way they were attached lately if not by the lips or tongues, but there was someone else that Lu had never seen before hovering next to Cas' other side, grimacing at Gabriel and Sam. "I'm getting cavities as we speak."

He definitely didn't go to their school, so one of them must have bought him a guest pass of some sort. Not that those thoughts were bouncing around Lu's head at moment. All he could see where the bright blue eyes turning and zeroing in on him, and he suddenly felt completely naked in front of this stranger. A part of him didn't like it- didn't want to like it, but there was something about the way his eyes fell on his.

"This is Lu." The one mentioned finally blinked, breaking the spell on them both, before turning his attention to whoever was speaking. It seemed to be Cas, who nodded to the cuddling couple. "And that's Gabriel, as I'm sure you've guessed." The stranger didn't look to Gabe. His eyes stayed on Lu, as if he weren't hearing Cas' words at all. "Lu, this is Balthazar, my cousin."

The stranger, Balthazar, gave him a dark smirk. "Hey."

He tried to swallow, to no avail. "Hi." Lu did manage to lick his lips, though, but immediately regretted it when Balthazar glanced down to his tongue. On that note, Lu finally straightened up, clearing his throat, belatedly remembering the cigarette dangling between his fingers.

Gabriel whispered something to Sam that made the taller one give a faint laugh, and Lu tried hard to ignore how utterly obvious he was being.

Thankfully, Dean and Cas both seemed terribly oblivious to most things in front of their face, but the eldest Winchester did shiver without his letterman jacket that was currently draped over Castiel's shoulder. "You two aren't cold? What are you doing out here?"

"Being rebels," Gabriel smirked with a smile that seemed to laugh back at him.

Cas ignored him and just looked worriedly to his boyfriend. "You can have your jacket back-"

"No way," Dean wrapped his arm around Cas' waist. "Let's just go inside. Maybe they have snacks or something, too."

As the first pair walked off, Gabriel hopped off of the hood, pulling Sam's arm over his shoulders as they began to follow after them. Lu, still frozen, was quite shocked to find Balthazar pause near his side of the vehicle. "Did you come alone?"

That accent. That accent was going to eat him alive. "Uh, yeah." He cleared his throat again and shrugged, "Wanted to get out of the house for awhile, y'know?"

Balthazar smirked again, making Lu internally curse him for it. "Well, since you bothered to come out, why not a dance?"

Really, it was embarrassing how fast he scrambled off of the car.

About an hour later, part way into their fifth or sixth dance (Lu had happily lost count), Balthazar kissed him. It wasn't anything chaste either. It was all tongue and want that made his knees want to buckle. After a mere two seconds, the blonde broke away with a big smile. "I'm sorry," he laughed, putting a hand to his mouth, "I forget where we are."

In the last hour, Lu had learned little tidbits about the mysterious Balthazar. Yes, he liked guys. No, he didn't live around here. Yes, he was visiting family from across the pond. No, he had never seen Parliament and Big Ben. Yes, he was French and, yes, impressed that Lu could tell. No, he hadn't seen the Eiffel Tower either. Oui, il parler français si demandé. Balthazar had a thing for comic books and late night rom-coms. He had seen Rocky Horror just once four Halloweens ago and was interested in catching it again someday. When he was home, he worked for his uncle in a live action theater, but only ever as a stage hand. He was home schooled, but close to graduation and planned to attend some fancy smancy college in Paris sometime next year. He wanted nothing more than to finally watch Doctor Who and Star Trek: The Next Generation. He was by no means a virgin, but never really had a romantic fling either. He didn't smoke, seldom drank, and hadn't even seen any sort of drugs in his life. Never been in a fight either. His passion for Journey and Lady Gaga knew no bounds. He hated Celine Dion and never desired to step foot in Canada, for some reason. His favorite play was Macbeth. His favorite superhero was The Green Lantern. His favorite color was blue, light, like clear sea water.

It had been an hour.

Lu laughed with him, heartily and happily, glancing over to where a couple of the teachers stood. They still seemed pretty oblivious. "I think we're in the clear," he laughed, "but if you keep doing that we might have to take it somewhere else."

"Let them watch. To hell with them." Balthazar, with a big smile, pulled Lu closer by the sleeves until they were against each other, then the blonde's arms snaked around his back, holding him in place.

Lu just smiled from the close proximity, so high right now that he couldn't be bothered with wondering if this energy between them was a sexual one or something else entirely. "Says you. I have to live with them." That made the other laugh again, and it was out of Lu's mouth before he could stop it. "How long are you here for?"

Balthazar's smile never dimmed, but his eyes seemed to, if only slightly. His voice, however, was a lot less bright than a moment ago. "I was to stay a month, but I'm going back in two days."

The music turned into a dull roar and Lu's heart fell to the floor. It had only been an hour, though. He told himself that he was stupid, it didn't hurt, this was fine and he was weird for thinking he was attached so quickly, and his lips pulled back up into a grin. "Well, in that case," he gripped at Balthazar's shirt, "maybe I still have time to show you around."

Before he could firmly grasp the situation at hand, the blonde kissed him again in something much slower but still more than wanting. It didn't matter that he was leaving soon. He was here now. Who the fuck cared about anything else? They were young and stupid and Balthazar would be a happy memory by this time next week. It didn't matter.

When they pulled away from each other, it was all too soon again. The blonde's laugh had come back, this time almost giddy and delirious. "I'd like that."

With a smirk and a few coaxed words, Lu led him from the dance floor, from the gym, and eventually out into the parking lot where they landed in the backseat of his car. It didn't matter, he told himself as Balthazar undressed him, smooth hands gliding against his ribs, rough lips tracing down his chest. It was just flirting, just sex. It didn't mean anything.

It had only been an hour.

"Lu?"

It was three days after Homecoming. Three days after he and Balthazar had their first getaway. They had been inseparable the following days, somehow only fucking three more times. The rest of the time had consisted of a lot of talking and TV watching and driving around town and literally doing anything that meant it would last a little longer. They even spent the last night together, finally saying goodbye that morning. No one got emotional or upset or teared up or any of that. I didn't mean anything.

"Is this about Balthazar?"

Lu turned his glare on Gabriel, who had been trying and failing to get his full and undivided attention for the last ten minutes. Gabe didn't make any move to shy away, but merely stayed put as he watched his friend with worry.

They sat on the curb in front of Lu's house, the same place Gabriel had found him when he drove pass earlier. But the concern the brunette kept giving him was the most annoying thing in the world somehow. He wasn't brooding or emotional or anything. He couldn't just- just... exist without someone being weirded out? Or maybe Gabe was right to be worried. But Lu didn't feel anything for Balthazar. It wasn't like that. Whatever he did feel, that crushing feeling deep in his chest that refused to go away, had nothing to do with him.

He ignored the question and looked back out to the street, taking a drag of his fifth cigarette that morning.

Gabriel took the hint, dropping his gaze to their shoes and straightening up to look in the same direction as his friend. They stayed that way for just a beat until he said, "A few of us were going out for a movie later. You wanna go? We'll probably get food."

"Nah, man," Lu exhaled, the smoke floating around his head as he spoke. He blew out a stream, watching it glide to the sky. "Gotta work on an essay."

Slowly, Gabe nodded, seeing the obvious and blatant lie in the excuse. "Well... If you-"

"Lucifer!"

Hearing his father's summons, Lu stubbed his cigarette out on the concrete and stood, not looking back or offering a word to Gabriel as he went back into the house.

Well, good job, me. I accidentally made this sad.

As I continue, I may revisit previous one shots and make sequels or even prequels for them, so watch out for that. This is going to be fun, guys! You'll see! Fun!