YAY HALLELOOOO! I re-did the chappy! It's still the same just for the Patty part...and I want Angie to be in this fic! SO SUCK IT (but not in a bad way ^_^) sooo re-read away my children...

Also I only own Vlad and Peter Peters XD and Smells like teen spirit rightfully belongs to Nirvana and Major Tom belongs to Tom Schilling...READ NOW PLZ *huggies*


"Now class, your projects will be due on October 13th ." The science teacher remark.

Everyone gasped and one student went, "what project?" he exclaimed.

After the teacher wrote on the board the due date for the class project, he informed them what was the project about.

Apparently the project is that they have to make a model of the planets in they solar system, including Pluto.

Greg banged his head on the desk, 'how the heck can I do that in a week...and by myself!' he screamed in his mind.

"Their is a catch to this kids." Greg's ears perked up as his teacher continued, "you can work with a partner, but if you want to receive extra credit of 100 points you'll have to do it all by yourself, and with lovely quality as well." The science teacher finished.

Greg was so into doing the project by himself because he needed the points since he was about to fail science.

Then the 7th grader had the perfect idea, you could almost see the light bulb over his head. 'Maybe...maybe someone could help me with it that's not in my class...VLAD...ok maybe not the smartest kid since he got held back, but I mean it's just making a model of all the planets.'

"Pshhhhhhhhhhtttt!, Greg, wanna be partners!" Rowley whispered loudly...not really a whisper, but he tried.

His friend just shook his head and Rowley frowned. He mouthed the words 'why', Greg replied mouthing the words 'failing, science,' but Rowley didn't get it so he mouthed 'what?'

Then Greg decided to write it bold caps with marker on a sheet of loose leaf. He passed the folded paper right next to the person sitting on the left and whispered to pass it to Rowley.

The kid was about to pass it to Rowley until the old science teacher caught him red handed. "Mr. Peters what is in your hand there?" He snatched the paper away and read it, "failing science? Well now you will, for this reason!" the teacher protested as the kid trembled about to say who's note was it, but was interrupted by the old man. Due to the fact that he didn't want to hear it.

He ripped the paper into shreds in threw it in his waste basket and begun teaching again.

When facing the board the kid, so called Peter Peters (LOL right?), turned his face to Greg, getting his attention, Peter pointed at him then after, pounded his fist into his palm.

This making the smaller kid gulp, 'I'm guessing he wants to fight me,' he thought, starting to shake visibly.

After class, in the hallway, Peter Peters and his gang behind him called after Greg, causing him to face the taller boy, so did Rowley. "Was I talking to you to fatso?" the bully taunted Rowley in his bad boy tone.

When the insult was given Rowley just turned around and left to go to class, "see ya' Greg," he quickly stated and zoomed out of sight.

The taller kid started pounding his fist again into his palm, smirking at the defenseless young boy backing up until his back slams the wall.

Now he gang cornering him.

From Greg's peripheral vision there was a figure running toward him.

"This is what you get for getting me in trouble faggot!" Peter raised his voice.

The first time Greg took a blow to the face was today, this minute, this second.

When Greg slid slowly against the wall onto the floor, he heard running footsteps.

A familiar voice rung in Greg's ear, but didn't pay attention to what the person was saying. Opening his eyes, the gang ran away and the person turned to him.

The person was Vlad, as he knelt in front of Greg. Vlad spoke out first, "are you ok?" he asked, looking really concerned. "V-Vlad?" stuttered Greg, blood shedding from his nose and onto his lips.

"Shit, fucking assholes, I told them to fuck off...come on let's go to the bathroom," Vlad got up , lend his friend a helping hand and both headed for the boys bathroom.

There, the light auburn haired boy soaked the paper towel while Greg was sitting on the edge of the sink next to him.

When the towel was drowned in warm water Vlad stood front of Greg and lightly dabbed the folded towel on the younger boy's lips to wipe the blood off. Doing so above his lips now Vlad with his spare hand he pinched Greg's top of his nose and tilted his head upwards a bit.

After a minute Greg finally spoke out, "what were you doing looking for me, anyways?" "Oh," said Vlad, "well, I lost my social studies book so I was going to ask you if I can borrow yours, you know, since you don't have your social studies class during mine," he finished.

"Ahhhhh, we're in different grades, Vlad..."

"So?"

"It wouldn't work out because if we're both different grade it means we have different books,"

"tsk, maybe not for social studies."

"No, every book is different from yours," Greg explained

"Shit."

xxxxx

During lunch, once again Vlad skipped his class, for like probably the 20th time. Since Vlad joined Greg and Rowley at their table all the popular kids wanted to sit with them.

Today Brice was sitting with them, including two of his following girls.

"Hey Vlad I forgot to mention this to you," Greg said, alerting the oldest teen from his playboy that he was ogoloying over. "Yeah lil' bro," he mumbled due to the fact he was chewing on a straw. "Can you help me on my science project," Greg said nervously, because he didn't want to mention the thing about him taking all the credit since he thought Vlad wouldn't want to be his partner if Greg couldn't say that Vlad helped him.

"That's why you didn't want to be my partner," Rowley blurted out, spitting some bits of hamburger on Greg.

Greg now getting a napkin to clean his infested face.

"Sorry," Rowley commented.

"I'll do it, it's cool," Vlad said with a sly grin on his face looking into the magazine once again. Greg smiled, with all his teeth showing, "thanks!"

Later at lunch Angie was passing by, but caught her eyes on Vlad and stopped.

"Is this the new cool place to eat now?" she huffed, blushing when Vlad looked up at her, his lip piercings glistening from the sunshine coming through the window.

The standing girl tucked her pink streak behind her ear as her face was all like a strawberry now.

Vlad shrugging at her question, then patted the empty set next to him, "why don't you join us since we're sooooo popular," he grinned, making Greg grit his teeth since he did not have an interest of Angie.

Of course Rowley had to butt in, "except for Brice, you know having a nice butt and all does wonders for reputations."

Everyone now staring at Rowley, a silence drifted pass the kids.

"B-but it's not like you don't have bad butt yourself, Angie," the chubby boy added, embarrassing himself even more.

Angie blushed even more, not because of Rowley's impression. It was because of Vlad, so it was kind of obvious that she liked him.

Still, what girl didn't.

Some just liked his looks and wanted to just make out with him or fuck him...some wanted to be his friend...but Angie's heart beats really fast when she was around him or even look at him from a distance.

She really liked him for his attitude of not caring what people think, the thing was that it made them wanting to be friends with him more.

Also he was a nice guy, even though he was perverted, but he didn't know better...come on he did get held back and again she did think he was super hot too...it wasn't the main thing though like for other girls!

"I-I have to go, lunch is almost over," Angie quickly said and raced away from Vlad and the others.

Greg exhaled loudly, revealed she left so he could just hang out with Vlad.

xxxxx

After school Vlad and Greg were standing together talking about the project, "are you sure you can come over?" Greg asked, squinting his eyes for the sun standing behind his taller friend. "Psht, yeah, no biggie," Vlad said and pulled out his phone to text his other friends or something, Greg wasn't to sure.

You could hear the tiers of Rodrick's van halt in front of this pick up zone, adding to the terrible parking.

Greg noticeably exhaled as he saw his brother's van, "come on Vlad, my brother's here" he said, not sounding pleased.

Vlad's cheeks reaction for the memory of what Rodrick said to him, turned red. He gulped and proceed to walk with his friend to the van.

Greg hopped in the van, instead Vlad slowly stepped in and when Rodrick saw him in his rear view window.

He turned, noticing an other person, "who's this?" his younger brother rolled his eyes.

"Uhh remember this is Vlad, my friend and he's coming over."

Vlad looked down to his red high tops,"you thought you fucked me," he said shyly.

He laughed, "oh yeah! Sorry man...so why is he coming over?"

His stare to Greg now, "for a project," he said, starting to shake.

"Ah, there's no place to sit down?" Asked Vlad.

"And?" Rodrick responded.

"So where are we gonna sit?"

Rodrick shrugged at the red head, "the floor?"

He swished forward and sighed of annoyance, "so now we have to get fucking supplies, am I right?" he's eyes angry staring at his brother from the rear view mirror and Greg looking back, but his eyes filled with fear. "No shit," Vlad spoke up, sitting straighter then before. "Okay," the oldest simply said, shrugging, "more money for me."

On the way to the store, some how Vlad mercilessly was in the front seat next to Rodrick head banging to 'Smells Like Teen Spirit.'

Leaving Greg holding the back of the front seat, holding on to dear life. Due to his brother's horrible driving.

'What the heck?' Greg thought to himself, 'what makes Vlad so special...is it because he's my friend...no he doesn't do that to Rowley...is it because he looks like a chick? No, not without his wig and cheer outfit...maybe because he thought he did it with him so he's making it up to him.'

Stopping at Target, in the van Vlad and Rodrick repeating (more like shouting) the verse to 'Major Tom,' "FOUR, THREE, TWO TWO, ONE! EARTH BELO-" Greg clicked the radio off, both Rodrick and Vlad moaning for the loss of music.

"Let's go," Greg said angrily and then getting out of the van first.

Vlad frowned at his best friend's reaction, 'did I do something not rad?' he thought to himself, climbing out of the vehicle.

In the store the teens were in the art isle, the two oldest by the paint and the youngest by the drawing pads, glancing at the others while pretending to look for something.

Both talking constantly, in contact.

Greg was actually jealous, not at Vlad, but at Rodrick.

Sure Vlad and Greg got along awesomely and hung out mostly all the time at school, at first Greg of course he just wanted to be popular by befriending the new kid, but eventually forgetting about it and just enjoying to quality time with his new best friend.

'Now Vlad will want to hang out with Rodrick the whole time and forget about the project...about me,' thought Greg, being a bit paranoid.

"I think 'Stairway to Heaven' is over rated," commented Rodrick,

"I guess, but it's gotta kick ass guitar solo," Vlad replied, picking out a few tubes of paint for the project. Looking over to his right to see his partner by himself at the end of the isle, made him feel guilty.

"Hey, is Greg alright," turning his attention to Rodrick

"Don't know, don't care," his stare somewhere else, "are you going to be done soon so we get out of here?"

Exhaling loudly, Vlad walked over to Greg with the shopping cart filled with just paint and a hot glue gun, "So, where can we find the stirafome balls?" interrupted the smaller boy's silence. "I don't know," muttered Greg, not looking up at his friend. "What's biting your dick?" asked Vlad,

"Look, I'm not the jealous type, but are you just going to talk to Rodrick all day or are you going to help with the shopping?"

"Calm down little dude, so what if I talk to Rodrick, he's kinda cool...with music and all, like I'll be his best friend, plus he's mean to you and that's not cool,"

smiled Vlad, the Greg returning it back up to him.


THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME OUT YOUR LIFE TO READ THIS *heart* LUV YOU ALLS...Hey how the fuck to you spell stirafome? LOL I'm such a bad writer...well speller...if you show me how I'll give u an internet Oreo :3