Paper: (School AU)

Ven had an attention span of a goldfish. He was positive he had ADHD or something. Or maybe it was just this teacher. For the past 40 minutes she had been droning on and on and on and on and on and on and o-

A folded piece of notebook paper landed in Ven's lap. He stared at it, not quite sure what to do with it. He looked around, but the other students were either sleeping or doodling. No one looked as though they had gave it to the blond. Shrugging (inwardly) he unfolded the paper and began to read it. The handwriting was lazy, and it was written in blue pen that switched over to fresher black after two fading sentences.

Man this teach is sooooo boring, huh? I was lost as soon as she said 'settle down class'. What class are we in, anyway? I thought we were in science, but that might've been that class with the crazy blond guy. I'm sure Myde's blue haired friend will help us, he's really smart or something. I'm sure Isa will help too. You wanna meet up after schools out and get some ice-cream or something? My treat. -Lea

Ven glanced at the clock, which was drawing close to the final bell. A few other kids had noticed the time and reached across isles to wake friends or began packing their things. He ripped out a fresh paper and wrote in light pencil a hurried answer.

Sure, I'd love to.

He slipped it over to Lea. Passing notes in class mightn't have been the most… productive way of using paper, but it was the most interesting. Ven felt his heart skip a beat when the bell rang. He and Lea met up outside the doorway, standing off to the side so not to be trampled by the stampede of eager classmates. "Are we waiting for Isa or Myde?" Ven asked, adjusting his bag nervously. Lea shook his head.

"Nah. I don't believe I invited them, just you."

"R-really?"

"Yeah. Now c'mon! I wanna get there before all the good flavors are gone!" Lea grabbed Ven's hand and pulled him along to the ice-cream shop. Thankfully, he didn't notice the red flush that formed at the red-haired teen's grasp. They slipped into the ice-cream parlor ("Fancy term for such a tiny place," Lea commented softly after they ordered. Ven agreed with a nod.) Lea led Ven to a booth near the back and they sat down on opposite sides. The place really was tiny, and cheap too. The seats were all the red ones that stuck to your skin and had holes where five year olds had ripped out the foam underneath. The undersides of the table were coated with gum of various brands, colors, flavors, etc. The only person working, a brunette chick that spent half her time texting, had glared at them when they walked in. The choices they had weren't all that great either: runny pistachio, a few shavings of chocolate, frozen solid vanilla, some brownish mix that was labeled 'Sherbet Blast', and an untouched tub of sea-salt. Lea and Ven both ordered the last choice, figuring it to be the safest.

"Sorry this place is kinda, y'know, a dump." Lea muttered, glaring at his hand. He had just stuck it in something red and sticky and now it was on his hand.

"No no! Don't apologize! This is… nice." Ven couldn't think of a better word to describe the 'parlor'. Shabby, run-down, outdated… but none of those would help. Lea eyed Ven with skeptical green eyes.

"Really?"

"Well…"

"I knew it!" Lea curled his hands under the table. "I just wanted-"

"Eh-hem!" The two boys looked up at the annoyed brunette. She dropped the tray onto the table. "Enjoy yourice-cream. And if you need anything, please hesitate ask."

"Well aren't you a bucket of sunshine?" Lea sneered. Ven looked at the tray.

"Um… excuse me? We ordered two bowls of Sea-Salt Ice-Cream, not one with two spoons."

"I'm not doing your dishes, you should be glad I gave you two spoons!" The girl hollered back, giving them what looked like the 'middle fingered salute'. She then proceeded to jam her headphones into her ears and flop down onto a stool behind the counter.

Meanwhile, in the far booth, the two teens sat, unsure of what to do. "Well," Lea said chipperly. "Might as well eat it. Can't let good ice-cream go to waste, right?"

"Right," they picked up their spoons gingerly. Lea took a decent sized spoonful and ate it. Ven stared at him after he swallowed the dubious blue lump. After he didn't drop dead, Ven took his own spoonful and swallowed it. "Sweet… and salty… whoa…"

Lea nodded. It soon became a contest to see who could eat the most of the interesting flavored ice-cream. The bowl was soon empty, minus the last melted pool of sticky goop that no one could completely reach. They didn't leave a tip or clear the table, though Lea did spit in the bowl. When they stepped outside, it was dusk. A few stars had winked into appearance. Lea sighed. "Well, that wasn't a total bust. I mean I found a new favorite ice-cream flavor and got to share a bowl of ice-cream with you."

"Oh?" Ven was glad the lighting was dim enough to hide his creeping blush.

"Yeah… say do you wanna do this again? Another date with me?"

"What? D-date? W-with you? I mean… uh… s-sure! Yes!" Ven grinned up at Lea.

"Great! So… I'll pick you up on Saturday at 6?"

"O-okay!"

Lea smiled. He leaned over and kissed Ven on the cheek. "See you then, Ven! Bye!" he walked away with a wave.

"B-bye." Ven waved shakily as his heart raced. Then he smiled brightly. He couldn't wait for Saturday!

…

Years later, Lea was snooping around in his boyfriend's old junk in their shared attic. An old yo-yo (Lea made a mental note to ask if Ven could actually do any tricks), various popsicle sticks and bottle caps with winner written on them, coins (that were quickly pocketed, along with a five dollar bill), birthday cards and an ancient, folded piece of notebook paper. Lea (being the nosy person he was) opened it. He recognized it almost instantly. The blue pen had died out on him, so he switched over to black. And his handwriting (which had never gotten much better) was sloppy and wild. "Why'd you keep this old thing?" Lea asked Ven, who had just walked into the room. He waved it in the air, watching as Ven's eyes widened.

Ven smiled. "It was the first piece of paper you gave me. You asked me out on this, the first time, as I recall. Its special!" Lea scoffed but put the note back in the box with all the other junk- things.

"You sap."

"But I'm your sap."

"I know, get that memorized."

Awww… fluff. Makes me gag. This kinda got out of hand. I wrote this while watching A Very Potter Musical.

Fun Facts: Most students (middle-schoolers and high-schoolers) have an attention span of about 7 minutes. Goldfish have an attention span of three seconds.

Now I'm off to write the next one!