Opposites attract

Filmore didn't really remember since when he started noticing that Firkle even existed. With how 'often' goth was attending classes they got together it was no surprise, Especially since even when he was there Firkle never really drew any attention and teachers preferred to ignore his existence as much as they could.

Some sort of attraction appeared not to long ago. Somewhere as their first high school grade begun if Filmore was correct. He got no idea how to call it. It felt a little like what he felt to Sally but different. He got no idea where it came from. It just happened, even if they never really talked with each other.

Quaid told him few times it makes no sense. Like Filmore didn't knew it. It was mystery like Firkles grades.

Firkle always got good grades no matter how much he skipped. Filmore assumed he was getting tutored by his older friends, but since they are Goths as well Filmore doubted it really was the case. Anyway.

Back to attraction.

Filmore was sure Firkle will kill him if he'd try talking with him. No. 1 non conformist out there might been small but never, ever forgot to bring his knife along. So talking was out of question unless... miracle happened which in deed did happen.

Somewhere week after Filmore talked with Quaid about this phenomenon, Firkle talked to him out his ow free will. "You, conformist idiot. We have to work on this project for history."

For second Filmore wondered if he's not sleeping. But it wasn't. And sky was still blue and snow white. "You actually plan to work on it?" he asked after while.

"Unlike you conformists I actually care about my grades." Firkle said narrowing his eyes. He was starting to get mad. "I'll come over this Saturday. Better be home." goth muttered and was gone as fast as he came. Filmore looked at place where boy stood mere seconds ago in shock still confused with no other option but to be ready for Firkle coming over any time.

It was just few minutes past ten on Saturday morning when doorbell rang and Filmore knew it was Firkle. Who else could come knowing goth was coming when his parents were out?

"Hi." Filmore smiled at goth standing on his door step.

As always Firkle wore long coat, combat boots and bit ripped jeans. All black... "Whatever." goth mumbled walking in and keeling to take off his shoes.

"Want something to drink?" Filmore asked trying to not sound as awkward as he felt.

"Coffee. Black, no sugar." Firkle just said not even looking at other. Nodding Filmore went to kitchen to do what he was told.

When he came back to living room Firkle already occupied couch. "So what should I do?" Filmore asked picking up one of books goth scattered around. "Watch TV and don't talk." Firkle just said.

"Why?" Filmore asked.

"Because you'd get in my way." goth said. "And you'd distract me."

"And TV won't?" Filmore asked. If Firkle wants to do it alone he could have told him and then he wouldn't need to come. Not that Filomore was against idea of goth visiting him. "Anything else that could distract you?"

"Nothing conformist like you would do" Goth responded retrieving book from others hands.

"Really?" Filmore asked. "Wanna bet?" he proposed. Firkle just ignored him. Rising brow only sign that he heard what other said. "Fine." he agreed after short while and came back to writing.

Smiling slightly Filmore moved Firkles bangs out of way and kissed others cheek. It wasn't ignored. "What are you doing. Firkle asked not stopping writing.

"Distracting you." other simply said placing next kiss on others chin.

"Just be careful when i drink coffee. Wouldn't want it spilling on your face.

"Fine." Filmore agreed. Just then idea hit him. Lifting goth who let out uncharacteristic yelp at this action. "Comfortable?" Filmore asked sitting goth on his lap. Firkle just came back to homework.

At this moment Anderson was happy goth decided to wear just black Black Veil Brides T-shirt under his coat. It let him have perfect view at others neck. Smiling smugly he kissed pale skin there for test. "What do you think you're doing Anderson?" Firkle asked not stopping his work. Filmore was impressed with how calm goth still was or at least how good he was at pretending to be calm. "Still doing my best to distract you." Filmore just said kissing same spot again, this time for longer.

"Wont you get in trouble if your parents will see scene like this?" Firkle asked as Filmore was slowly leaving more and more red marks on his neck. Explaining those to anyone will be pain.

"They are out and won't be back till Monday." Filmore said biting hard and sucking on Goths neck with clear intent of leaving mark.

"It hurts ass hole." Firkle complained. Filmore just smiled slipping his hands under others shirt.

And it continued till it was time for dinner. "You hungry?" host asked kissing his guests cheek.

"I guess." Firkle muttered as Filmores hands travelled higher than ever before. "Cut it out. You won."

"No I didn't. You managed to do this with all my tries except talking." Filmore admitted defeat. "What would you like to eat?" he asked.

"Are you going to ignore fact that for lat few hours you were sexually harassing me?" Firkle asked.

"Of course no. If you want we can continue after dinner." Filmore said with smile.

"Fine." goth sighed fulling other into full fledged kiss. "What do you exactly see in me?" he asked after they parted.

"You're my exact opposite." Filmore noted. "I guess you somehow..." He was stopped by another kiss.

"You talk too much for conformist." Firkle noted. "Just get me something to eat and fresh coffee." goth demanded.