[ I'm using Third Person for this chapter ahh sorry. And it's a bit short, also sorry for that ahhhhh. Haha wow, I haven't update in a LONG time, woops. Feel free to review, it is SUPER appreciated. Enjoy ]

"God, it's cold..." he muttered quietly to himself, huffing in annoyance as another shiver shot through his body. Len pushed the fabric of his scarf over his mouth and kicked at the sidewalk beneath his feet, the school building in his sights.

How the hell did it get so freezing in such a short amount of time? Seriously, it's been what, 2 days since the heat wave? Logic was obviously not part of this fic.

'Wait, fic?' Len blinked, confused by his own thoughts, but soon shrugs it off when stepping into the familiar entrance of hell itself. Funny how he called it that, being that an angel was there everyday.

'That was so cheesy I could smell it.'

His eyes widen, frantically looking around his surroundings to find the source of that partly rude comment. But even he had to admit that it was pretty cheesy in it's own sense. Len chewed on his bottom lip, the fear and utter confusion clear on his face. This was getting scary.

After a moment of useless searching, he began to question his own sanity, walking towards homeroom with his eyebrows furrowed. Cerulean eyes glanced up occasionally to see if there was anyone in the way before stopping to stare at the said angel from his early musings.

Len's breath hitched as Oliver himself walked up to him, a bright smile on that pretty face. He melted.

He couldn't help but let his gaze wander, from the tips of his black converse shoes to his messy blonde hair, a soft snort emitted before he could stop himself. "Mornin' Oliver. You got bed hair you know that?" he pointed out, quite bluntly too. "Why?" Looking back now, this was actually the first conversation he ever had with the Brit. And of course, Len probably fucked it up with the first sentence he uttered.

Damn you, Len. Damn you.

A light blush covered those pale cheeks, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his head embarrassedly. Oliver places a finger against his smiling lips and looks directly into his eyes, mirth dancing in his own golden orb. "It's a secret~!"

'TH-THAT WAS SO UNFAIR!' Len internally screamed, hurriedly pulling up his scarf to cover the bright red that stained his facial features, a muffled shriek managing to pass from his clenched teeth. Words could not describe how happy and lovesick he felt at that moment. Oliver was just too goddamn adorable for his own good.

Since the two never really conversed with each other, the expressions belonging to Oliver were new to the blonde, this playful side leaving him breathless. He envied the finger that got to touch the lips he's been yearning for the past year, a whimper of desperation bubbling up his throat. His heart pumped wildly, the sound thrumming in his ears. 'Why couldn't he be mine?'

Noticing his own lack of words, Len quickly cleared his throat to compose himself, though it didn't really work as much as he wanted it to. "A-Ah um… I uh.. O-Okay." he stutters dumbly. If this day could get any worst…

Luckily, the universe decided to step in and stop this embarrassment, the sound of the bell signaling the students to get to their classes. A soft sigh in relief passes his lips and Len said a brief goodbye before bolting in the direction of his classroom, not noticing the disappointed expression on his love's face.

He runs around the corner and, keeping himself from plain sight, came to a halt. His body slumped against the cool surface of the wall, his vision blurring ever so slightly. He didn't even care if he was late for class anymore, he had to stop this madness right now. Images of Oliver filled his mind, not at all helping his fast beating heart.

His self control was crumbling. Slowly, and nothing could stop it.

Len groans in frustration and fists at his hair, being careful as to not ruin the ponytail it was pulled up into. "Damnit… I love you."

That was… Weird.

The Brit stared after the retreating form of Len, disappointment and concern dancing in his golden eye. He was in such a rush to get to class that Oliver couldn't help but wonder if he had done anything wrong. Ah well, he'll just ask the next time he sees him.

'Our first conversation…' he thinks, clasping his hands behind his back, rocking on the balls of his feet. He smiles, giggling as he thought of the male's flustered expression. It was… Undeniably attractive.

But the thing that struck him as strange was the fact that Len, even if it was only for a split minute, was leaning in ever so slightly, his alluring blue eyes looking at him through a half-lidded gaze. Just thinking about it made him shudder in delight.

Red crawled up his neck, teeth latching onto his bottom lip.

"Hurry up and say I love you, you idiot of a Brit..."