AN: Aha! I managed to actually post a chapter when I said I would. It truly is a Christmas miracle. Sorry bad joke, it's not Christmas. Anyway I hope these two chapters make up for my lack posting for 8 billion years. As always enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think in the comments.
~GlitterEverything

When Jim walked into first hour Spock was already sitting there, his face buried in a PADD just like every other day. In fact Jim would have had a serious case of déjà vu if he hadn't known better. A smile forced its way onto Jim's face despite the fact that he was freezing in this room, the normally welcomed air conditioning now feeling like pinpricks of ice against his damp skin. He walked over to the seat that he was now claiming as his for the rest of the year dropped his bag on the floor and basically fell into his seat.

The noise apparently hadn't bothered Spock because he didn't even look up from whatever it was on that PADD that was so interesting. If it had been anyone other than Spock he would have been offended but Jim was pretty sure Spock would have treated anyone the same way. So he waited for the Vulcan to look up, or at least acknowledge his existence in some way but Spock just kept reading. Time to try another tactic.

Jim glanced down that the watch on his PADD, it was five minutes until class was really supposed to start, he had time. He started inching subtly closer, every few seconds moving slightly towards Spock. The Vulcan still didn't do anything although Jim was certain that he'd noticed by now, normally he didn't even get this close before Spock told him to back off.

Now he was seriously starting to breach Spock's personal space and he hadn't gotten punched yet. This was interesting. Maybe Spock was trying to blend in with the humans. Or maybe he likes you, the little annoying yet hopeful voice in the back of Jim's mind supplied cutting off whatever train of thought his mind had supplied. Like that would ever happen, it would be more likely for Bones to marry a Klingon prostitute.

Now he was almost leaning against Spock, he could see the strange words on the page of the PADD. Like scrambled up English they teased his mind trying to get him to understand but he remained just on the outside edges of comprehension. It was frustrating to try to read Vulcan but still interesting, it was a challenge. Much like Spock himself annoying and irritating to understand but something still remained that kept him interested. "James please remove yourself from my side of the table, class is beginning." The sound of Spock's voice filling the silence between them snapped Jim out of whatever trance he'd been in. He jumped and felt the legs of the stool go out from underneath him; he barely had enough time to yell before he was on the floor. Unfortunately for Spock he had grabbed a hold of the closest thing to him when he fell in a vain attempt to keep himself upright.

Spock didn't yell like Jim had, though he did try to reach out and grab something to stop himself from toppling to the linoleum with him but it didn't work. They ended up in a tangle of limbs on the floor, squirming and scrambling to get upright before the rest of the class realized what had happened.

Thankfully the desk shielded them from the view of most of the classmates, only a few who were seated close by saw and they knew better than to say anything. They just snickered and looked away. Jim's head was aching from hitting the floor, and something heavy was pressing on his cracked ribs making it feel like fire was racing up his spine. He painfully raised his head and found himself looking into deep bottomless brown eyes the exact color of chocolate. They were bright and human framed by a cold alien face, the combination was strangely beautiful. Jim could have stayed like that all day, staring into those eyes but he knew that people would start to talk if they stayed like this for much longer. So he gently rose up into a sitting position that ended up being more awkward than the first. Now Spock was basically straddling him, sitting on his legs and staring at him like he'd never seen him before. Oh god I've broken Spock, Uhura's going to kill me for breaking her new toy.

Then as soon as it had happened, it was over. Spock hurried and climbed off him and was seated back on his stool looking down at his PADD again before Jim had even managed to get back on his feet. Jim watched Spock for a few seconds before he got painfully back to his feet and tried to set the stool upright, he was sure that the tips of Spock's ears hadn't always been green but maybe he hadn't been paying enough attention.

The teacher hurried into the classroom looking obviously flustered with his long blonde hair in a tangled mess on top of his head. "Sorry class there was a small fire in the courtyard, some student was playing with a starship engine and well you can imagine how that went. Anyway the student was fine and I hope you all managed to keep yourselves entertained in my absence."

"Some of us were certainly entertained," a boy who sat close to the front of the class said earning him some snickers from the rest of the seniors. Jim fought the urge to charge up there and punch the bastard straight in the throat for saying something like that but stayed quiet knowing that revenge wasn't worth another cracked rib or two. Beside him Spock was quiet; although his hand was clenched so tightly on the edge of the table that Jim was sure a piece of it was going to snap off in his hand.

The rest of the class was normal, with nothing interesting happening besides the senior boy who Jim had started calling Cupcake getting detention. A smile tugged at the corner of Jim's mouth as the teacher handed Cupcake the slip on his way out of the classroom. Jim turned to say something to Spock but the other boy had already taken off, probably finding waiting around in classrooms after class was over to be illogical. The thought made him smile; he could hear Spock saying that, could picture the superior look that the Vulcan boy always tried to keep hidden surface in his eyes. Cutting off that train of thought before it led him straight to the gutter Jim grabbed his stuff and got ready to leave, but something caught his eye. It was Spock's PADD; he'd left it in the classroom when he'd rushed out. This day was just getting better and better and it was only first period.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of faces and facts that only school could really induce. Spock ate with them at lunch, and although Jim had brought the PADD with him to lunch with the intention of giving it back to Spock it remained in his bag hidden from sight. He didn't really understand why he hadn't handed it back to the other boy and made some horrible reference or joke that Spock probably wouldn't get about leaving things in classrooms, but he hadn't. Jim mentioned it to Bones on their walk home from school that afternoon. Instead of answering him his friend burst out laughing. Jim was sure that the state of Kansas could hear Bones laugh but it didn't seem to faze his friend in the least, "Jim you've got it bad for that pointy eared hobgoblin. I've never seen you act like this, you so worried about every little thing you do. It's like you really care about him, this is only the second month you've known the guy."

"Bones," Jim hit him on the shoulder but smiled despite himself, "could you at least offer some real advice not just laugh at me and call me a love-sick school girl. Which I might point out I am not."

Bones pretended to think it over for a minute or two before he finally shrugged and said, "You could just take it over to his house later tonight. I mean you know where he lives and everything, the whole town knows. His parents bought Pike's old house, you know the one."

Jim wasn't sure if his friend was being serious or not but it didn't matter the idea was planted in his head now. A devious smile spread across his face as he thought the idea over, it was the perfect plan, and if he did it right he might not even have to go home tonight. Yes this plan was perfect.

"Bones you are a genius!" Jim yelled and pulled his friend in for a hug much to the older boy's annoyance. Bones fought against him for a while but eventually he gave in and wrapped his arms around Jim.

"Your one crazy son of a bitch James Kirk, I hope you don't get hurt." Leonard mumbled when they pulled apart, his voice low enough so that Jim wouldn't hear.

AN: And FIN! I should have the next chapter up sometime this weekend maybe if I get time. Whatever happens it won't be forever this time. Thanks for reading my lovelies :)
~GlitterEverything