FINALLY MORE INSPIRATION!!!!!! Thank you all for all your comments. I changed the name of the title cuz it was spelled wrong. Thank you whoever you are who brought it to my attention.

Now let us begin with the story cuz I'm hyper as hell!

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Richie's heart pounded as he made his way through the nearly deserted park. He didn't know why his heart pounded so much when he thought of the boy. Did he fear him? Did he hate him?It didn't matter. Right now he wasn't Richie. He was Gear and Gear couldn't be scared. As he got closer he saw the silhouette of a man sitting cross-legged near the water of the lake. The fire bolts jumping out of the man's hand only served to prove Richie right. He knew this man.

"Hotstreak" The shadow's head (or what he thought was his head) turned around so fast Richie could swear he was in the Exorcist.

"What do you want. I'm not botherin anyone so buzz off." The boy's voice sent shivers up and down Richie's spine. He didn't seem angry only surprised. Richie took this as a good sign and walked over to where the troubled youth was sitting.

"Nothing in particular. I was just passing by and saw your excuse for a lamp."Richie said when he was close enough to where he could see not only the silhouette but the boy himself. There was a gash on his face covered in a square cloth bandage but you could still see the blood soaking through. It was likely his father's doing. He knew he should leave. Hotstreak wasn't doing anything wrong. He hadn't done anything bad in quite a while aside from setting a few trashcans on fire here and there. He knew he should but he couldn't leave. Francis looked so sad, so alone. Like a lost puppy trying to find his way home.

Gear stared at the boy. "What!" Francis yelled annoyed at Richie's staring.

"Can I sit?" They stared at each other for a short while. The red head's expression was full of curiosity and confusion.

"I don't know. Can you?"The red head asked sarcasticly. Richie sat down next to him imitating the older teen's pose.

They sat in silence staring at the water for what seemed like hours but was probably only a matter of minutes. His knee was touching Hotstreak's and even though both boys noticed neither did a thing fix it. Neither really wanted 's heart started beating faster. His face felt hot.

"So..." Hotstreak started, obviously wanting to break the silence.

"So..." Richie repeated. Neithers' gaze left the water.

"Where's Electroboy?"

" For your information his name's Static and his whereabouts are none of your bussiness".

"'Whereabouts'? Who even says that anymore? How old are you anyways?" the older teen joked. Richie's face turned crimson. Seeing this made Francis crack up which in turn made Richie blush even more.

The older teen tried to stifle a chuckle but failed. He was laughing so hard, so beautifully that it was hard to remember that they were enemies. He had never heard the elder teen laugh so happily and freely before. He didn't want to stop his laughing but he hated being laughed at for his way of speaking. God knows it happens almost every day.

"Cut it out", Richie said,"it's not any less funny than your name Francis".

"Ok, ok, no need to star name calling", Hot streak said defensively. Obviously not content with his name.

"But Francis is your name, Francis", the blonde chirped happy to have found the redhead's weakness.

"Stop it."

"Francis. Is that short for Francesca?"

"Stop it"

"Or maybe Francine?"

"Cut it out".

"Can I call you France?"

"I said cut it out." The older teen grabbed Gear by the front of the shirt in an attempt to scare him.

"Francie?"

"Stop it or else" Hot streak pulled Richie so close to his face that they could feel each other's breath. Richie's heart sped.

"Or else what, Francisa?" Gear asked playfully.

"Grrr." Francis forced his mouth onto Richie's. It was only to keep him quiet but why did it feel so good? The younger boy stayed still, shocked but the sudden connection.

After regaining his mind Richie tried to push off the bigger boy but failed miserably. Francis was far too enthralled in the kiss to even notice the struggling Gear.

He placed his free hand behind Richie's head and licked the outline of the boy's lips. Gear shook at the sensation. Not out of fear or disgust but out of lust. Hot streak , having felt the younger boy's body shake against him, wanted more. He licked the inside of Richie's lips looking for an opening. Gear keep mouth closed and refused to open it.

The older boy, frustrated and horny, decides to create an opening himself and removes hand from Richie's head to his mouth trying to get his fingers in. Richie, confused as to what the teen is doing and even more as to how his body is responding kicks Hot streak in the gut. As the teen groans in pain he gets up and jumps back away from Francis.

"Ugh...dammit. What'd you do that for?" Hot streak groans still on the ground.

Richie does not respond he just runs off. Forgetting momentarily that he can fly and that big boys don't cry.

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So....yeah.....I suck at the romance scenes. Just that you should know. But this is't the last chpt so there might be romance scenes between this strange duo. I'm not sure if that's a good thing though. Bye.