Yeah, well... this is part of of the previous part, where Deidara ordered a magic program for his cell phone.

Please note that... I haven't really read through it for mistakes... ^^'

Sasori seemed to freeze completely in a mid-walking position, and despite being quite... charmed and tingly feeling at the moment (because of the wonderful, wonderful pictures of himself, the adorable/fuckable redhead, and a huge bed that kept on as a slide show in his head), Deidara couldn't help but to find the sight a bit amusing; the redhead was standing on one leg at the moment, the other one was raised slightly above the ground to take the next step. The teenager's arms were also in a frozen, swinging-like motion.

Then the redhead turned around to face him, and Deidara was glad to see a slight redness in those pale cheeks. However, the anger in the brown eyes went unnoticed by him.

"What was that?"

The blond was silent for a little while, finally letting his own blue eyes move up to the other's, catching on to that dangerous tone and angry, but embarrassed, expression.

Now, Deidara knew from experience that one had to be careful when it came to an angry scorpion, and his redheaded friend was no exception. Unfortunately, he had his ways of... somehow always managing to make it all much, much worse for himself when he was in difficult situations.

"You have a very fuckable ass, yeah."

The heat in his cheeks didn't want to dim down at all; the words Deidara repeated for him (which really hadn't been needed a repeating. He had just wanted to see if the blond would dare to say it again) worked its way through his body as hot fire, beginning in his chest and then spreading to the rest of him.

Despite this amazing, but still not-wanted feeling, Sasori couldn't let himself be fazed by this, especially when he was standing in front of the blond like he was now.

It was humiliating.

He tried to calm his tense reaction (maybe a bit too desperately?) and blush, but this seemed to be a mistake from his side, because the blond began to chuckle lightly. In all honest truth, it was a nice sound, and the redhead rather enjoyed listening to it -just not now.

"And you don't." came his bold retort. Unfortunately, he was pretty sure that he didn't look quite as bold as he sounded. After all, it was a lie. How could it not be?

Anyone, girls and homosexual guys, that looked at Deidara had trouble looking away, at least as he'd seen. The blond was admired by many, and he was an easy person to get along with. Sometimes, this irritated Sasori. It wasn't that this was a bad trait, it was just that he could never really... get to be alone with the blond, even if they didn't talk or hang around each other that much.

The other male looked quite offended right now, which he kind of understood. His words meant no harm and had merely been a joke, but he guessed that to someone like Deidara -who knew he was God damn gorgeous-, it was way serious.

Such things had never really mattered to him, but he had to admit that he wanted people to like him -and he hoped that he was good in bed, and looked good and all of that. Sasori didn't know for sure that he was pretty, because he could see so many different Sasori's in the mirror in the mornings. Today, for example, he had seen a quite handsome red haired boy. Yesterday, however, he had seen bags under his eyes and his face had been paler than usual. Not good at all.

Did Deidara have it like that as well?

Yes, most likely, but it was kind of hard to imagine.

"You shouldn't lie like that, Sori." the blond told him, almost lectured him. Even though this normally would bother him, he didn't find himself even thinking about it.

"After all, yeah, you haven't seen my ass," Deidara continued, the smirk only growing, "not that I know of, at least."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sasori asked sharply, eyes narrowing. He wasn't embarrassed, all of a sudden. No, now he was left with a skeptical and annoyed feeling, both which was quickly turning into anger; he had never really liked when people implied things about him, not things like that.

The blond looked as smug as ever; he could see how everything seemed proud and strong in that face, since he didn't look away. Neither did the other part. Because of this, no one really noticed that the other students were beginning to walk into the school, to their soon-to-begin classes and lessons, both which were forgotten in their minds.

That was until a girl a head shorter than himself (something that was amazing in itself) ran past them both, obviously in a hurry.

It didn't make him break their staring contest, but he focused a lot more on the things happening around them, and realized that there wasn't as much noise as before. People had definitely moved to their classrooms.

"It means what it means."

Growling at the reply he received, Sasori decided that enough was enough and turned on heels and stormed off.

Well... as 'off' as he could manage to get;

Deidara was quick on his feet (because he had longer legs than the redhead, of course) and followed him. Before he knew what had happened, the blond man had taken a hold of his shoulder and turned his body around. The sudden spin caused him to lose his balance and stumble. Fortunately, the annoying teenager had placed his free hand on his shoulder to stabilize him.

"Geez, come on!" his captor complained, "I was only giving you a compliment earlier, yeah, so why are you getting so defensive?"

As he was a bit too angry, Sasori didn't reply right away, instead he took his time glaring at his classmate. He wasn't getting defensive, but simply running away from an argument that he didn't want to take in the schoolyard. After a bit of time, he realized that staying quiet wouldn't do him any good.

Deidara was, just like him, a very stubborn guy. He had noticed it on a lot of occasions, but mostly during class. If the blond didn't want to do anything, then he didn't do it, no matter what anyone else (even the teacher) told him to do.

"I'm not."

"You're not?"

"No."

"Then what is it, yeah?" Deidara asked, taking a step closer to him. This move left almost no space between them, and he found himself not minding.

"I just..." Sasori stopped himself from continuing, mentally discussing if he should just come out and say it. As this went on, the other just came closer and they ended up standing quite close. In fact, the redhead was pressed lightly up against the blond.

Just like that, he lost his trail of thought.

Sasori looked up into the other's eyes. Since they were closer now, he had to lift his head a bit more. This move reviled that Deidara was looking straight down at him with something... curious and secure shining in his eyes.

"Do you want to kiss, yeah?"