Ok, someone said the prompt "School", and another said the prompt "Lemonade."

I decided to fuse them. So I created this AU oneshot.

Also, no idea how the American school system works, so here is how my school works.

Years 7-8: Junior

Year 9-10: Middle

Year 11-12: senior

Don't own this.

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Allen walked pushed open the heavy metal double doors of the school theatre. On the stage were a few boys one or two years older then him up ladders adjusting the lights or typing away on laptops or adjusting dials in the sound booth. He walked forward, attempting to keep his gaze averted, until he came close to one of the boys, a Japanese teen with long dark hair and a scowl on his face sitting on a seat with a laptop. He gave off an air of great irritation so Allen approached him cautiously.

'Uh, excuse me...?'

'Shut up, I'm trying to finish this.'

'S-Sorry... Can you tell me where the club president is?'

The older teen closed his laptop and looked Allen up and down, considering him like a lion would prey.
He raised his eyebrow.

'I've never seen you before. What would a junior want with a senior?'

'I'm not a junior!' Allen glared defensively, annoyed at being mistaken for someone so young, 'And I need to talk to the president so tell me where he is already!'

'Che, he's out the back of the stage.'

'Thank you.' He sighed.

He walked up the steps of the stage, crossed to the side and went behind the large black curtains. Ever since he'd come to this all-boy's school a month ago he'd been picked on for looking short and younger then he was. He was fifteen, turning sixteen in a few weeks, but was mistaken for a fourteen or thirteen year old because of his slight figure and shortness, as well as his large eyes and cute face. He switched from contacts to glasses in an attempt to hide his eyes, but it didn't make up for the rest of him.
Out the back working on another laptop (How many laptops did these guys need?) was a tallish senior with unruly red hair and green eyes. Upon hearing Allen's approach he looked up.

'Hello there.'

'Hi. Are you the technical club's president?'

'Indeed I am,' He stuck out his hand and Allen shook it, 'Lavi Bookman at your service. And what can I do for you?'

'I-I was wondering if you had a vacancy in your club. I already tried the cooking club and the music club but they were full.'

That wasn't entirely true. The music club had been full, but the cooking club hadn't let him in because they didn't believe him when he said he was a middle student, even after he showed them his student ID card. They rejected him, as at this particular school, students below middle years weren't permitted to join school-organised clubs due to the lack of experience with each field.

'Vacancy huh? I dunno, what skills you got?'

'Um, I'm good at computer stuff, and I'm a fast learner for everything else so-'

'Ok!' Lavi grinned broadly, and started typing again. Allen saw him bring up the club page on the screen and go into the members list. Allen sweat dropped. There were only four or five members, compared to most other clubs, which normally had twenty or more. The redhead clicked the link "New Member", and looked up at the shorter teen expectantly.

'Name?'

'Allen Walker.'

'Ok...' Type type type, 'Year?'

'Year ten.'

'Homeroom Class?'

'Mr Komui.'

With a final click of the mouse button, Lavi closed the laptop, grabbed Allen's arm and pulled him through the curtains, almost causing him to trip. The boy attempted to protest but before he could Lavi grabbed his shoulders and turned him around.

'Ok boys!' Lavi called cheerily, making the other students look around, 'We got a new member! This is Allen, so treat him nicely!'

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They didn't treat him nicely. In fact, unless Allen was sorely mistaken, they pawned all the work off on him so they could eat or fool around or play computer games. They were supposed to be getting the theatre ready for a school production that was coming up, but the equipment was older then Allen was used to working with, and he had no idea how to operate it. Every time he dropped something when moving it, or screwed up the lighting or sound, he got yelled at by the scowling Japanese boy, Kanda, despite the fact it was his and the rest of the club's fault for neglecting to instruct him. The only person who even tried to help him was Lavi, but he was even worse with the equipment then he was! Practically everything he touched blew up! It really made the white-haired boy wonder what he was doing as the technical club's president.
In the end Allen politely requested he not help, and he was stuck doing everything by himself again.

'Oi!' Kanda yelled, soon after Lavi had disappeared behind the curtains again, 'Walker! Go hook up a speaker system at the front of the theatre so the people sitting in the last rows can hear!'

'Yes sir...' Allen groaned. He picked up some cords and megaphone-like speaker, grabbed a ladder and made his way up the rows to the back of the seats. He found the nearest electrical outlet, plugged in a cord, placed the ladder against the wall and climbed up it. As he tried to attach the mega-phone to the hook, he cursed his guardian, Marion Cross, for making him join a club. It wasn't Allen's fault the stupid man had gotten a letter from the school!

'Stupid Cross...' He growled under his breath. He placed the megaphone on the hook and plugged it in, but as he did, the speaker emitted a loud ringing screaming sound. Allen yelped in pain, his head right next to it, clamped his hands over his ears and stumbled back. Unfortunately stumbling back wasn't a good idea when you were at the top of the ladder, and he cried out for help as he tipped backwards.
The ground rushed to meet him and he threw out his hand to break his fall. There was a cracking sound, and a blunt pain shooting up the side of his body he'd landed on.

'SHIT!' One of the boys cried.

'Oi, Lavi! The new kid's dead!'

'What? You idiots! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE WAS UP A LADDER BY HIMSELF?! You should have held it steady for him! Allen, are you alright?'

Allen could hear Lavi's voice next to him. He groaned and rolled onto his back. He blinked awake to see the club staring down at him.

'Uh... M-My arm hurts...'

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After someone called the school nurse, she came and confirmed Allen was fine, apart from spraining his wrist. She bandaged it up for him, and as she left, Lavi turned to the club.

'Ok guys, you gotta stop giving new people hard times... I mean, Allen could've been seriously hurt! We're lucky he's not charging us for attempted manslaughter!'

'Is attempted manslaughter even possible? I mean, manslaughter is killing by accident so how can it be attempt-?'

'Shut up, Daisya.'

Allen sighed. He stuffed up the club on the first day, and in the process he'd obtained an injury and broken his only pair of expensive glasses. He was not looking forward to going home and having to ask for a new pair, as well as explain his sprained wrist. He was aware of Lavi saying something else to the club before the other students went back to working on the stage. The redhead crouched so he was eyelevel with the shorter, and grinned apologetically.

'I'm sorry about all this, it's a club tradition to give the new kid a hard time, though this time they got carried away... Heh. Want me to make them help pay for your glasses?'

'No thanks, I'll just start wearing contacts again I think...'

'Well I think you should,' Lavi chuckled, 'You look cuter without glasses.'

Allen blinked up at him and found himself blushing. Lavi laughed all the more at his expression, and pulled hi to his feet.

'Come on, let's go for a walk.'

Allen nodded, unable to say no as the redhead was already leading him away.

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They exited from the theatre and walked across the cement in no fixed direction. Lavi smiled.

'So I never asked you, why'd you join up with us if the clubs you wanted rejected you? That seems like making a bad situation worse if you asked me...'

'Cos my guardian who I live with made me. I got in trouble from the school... Well, sort of. I, um... Seem to be a bully target... Anyway, the school told him I needed to learn to socialise better, cos in some twisted way the bullying was my fault... So I was made to join a club.'

'Wow, that must suck. You're new to this school right? Made any friends yet?'

'No...'

'Well you're welcome to sit with me at lunch. Don't worry, I wont let those other guys push you around.'

Allen blushed again and turned his face away indignantly. Lavi chuckled and stopped at the vending machine they'd just arrived at. The redhead pulled some money from his pocket, inserted it into the slot, and pressed the button. The machine made a banging sound, and two cans of lemonade tumbled in to the open compartment. He picked them up and handed one to Allen, who thanked him before opening it and drinking from it. Lavi seemed nice; maybe this school wouldn't be so bad.

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Wow that was fail. I'm sorry guys.

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