The Warwick annual dance was a few weeks away, but still, it seemed like the entire school was buzzing about it. No matter the era, one thing that always remained apparent was the stupidity of teenagers. Don't they realize that there's more important things in life than these silly little gatherings? That there's more to life than any of that? Who cares if mommy won't buy you the dress you wanted, there's a girl down the street who would feel blessed to acquire some shoes of any sort. Our boys often wondered about this. Unlike the other children, they knew that life doesn't owe you anything. The world is a stage that is not always kind to it's players, you see. Whatever problem you are currently having, there is someone else who has it a thousand times worse than you. Who knows this better than Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy?

"It's disgusting." the blonde said aloud. A girl in the class was sobbing while her friends cooed in her ears words they knew she wanted to hear. "She's crying because a boy doesn't want to go with her to a dance?"

"Yes." said the bluenette. "There are a many countless reasons why he would do that. Perhaps he doesn't fancy her. Perhaps he just doesn't plan on going."

"Yeah, what if his grandmother died or something? I bet she'd feel like a bitch, then."

"Probably not, since she's 'daddy's little princess'." Ciel said satirically, causing the other boy to giggle.

"Uhm, excuse me..." their conversation was interrupted by another girl and her friends. "I was wondering, Ciel, if you'd..." the girl looked behind her at one of her friends, who motioned for her to continue. They where apparently there as backup in cause the plan went awry. She continued, restating her question. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the dance with me, Ciel."

Before he could even open his mouth, the blonde spoke. "He can't!" he exclaimed.

"Huh? Why not?" she asked, looking at him questioningly. Ciel did the same, having no idea where the blonde was going with this.

"Because..." he began, not so sure of this himself. Suddenly his face lit up as he discovered the answer. "Because..." he said, walking over to his friend and put his arms around him in a good 'ol christian side-hug, "...He's going with me." he stated with a smirk.

A simultaneous "What?!" was uttered by both the group of girls, and the bluenette himself.

"Whatever! Get off of me!" the boy in question shouted, his facial hue entering into a slight crimson shade, as he tried to force the blonde off of him. "I don't even want to go! Don't even joke like that!"

"Do not denyyyyy our loooooove!" the blonde said in a sing-song voice, in the few seconds he wasn't laughing, whilst resiting the slate-haired boy's shoves.

The girls just looked on as if unsure what they were supposed to do, other bystanders laughed at the ridiculous scene. Ciel finally managed to kick the laughing boy off, and he landed in his own seat. The blonde shifted until he was now laying sideways, his head and legs hanging off the chair, and was dying with laughter.

"I'm going to kill you..." the bluenette told him between clenched teeth. He was giving the blonde a death glare like no other.

"So... is that a 'no'?" one of the girl's friends asked after a long while of being speechless.

Ciel took a deep breath and tried to calm himself before looking over at the group. He put of his best mask of giving a damn and said: "I'm sorry, but no. I don't plan on going at all, to tell you the truth. Social gatherings just really aren't my thing." He tried his best to be convincing, but the embarrassment the blonde forced him through was slipping through various gaps in his armour (as did his utter annoyance).

"Oh... that's okay. I understand." the girl said sadly. The boy just hoped she didn't cry. If she did, he would immediately be painted the villain, regardless of circumstance. She and her friends walked away, them cooing as the friends of the girl from before did.

After he was sure they had moved on, he looked at the blonde still laying in his chair, but finally calming down. He punched the boy's leg.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Alois whined, sitting up.

"For being an idiot!" Ciel shouted angrily. A faint blush was still visible on his cheeks.

From the back of the class, Daniel Westly sat. He stood up and sang at the two, causing everyone in the room to roar in laughter. "Caaaaaaan you feeeel the loooooove toniiiiight?"

"Do you want to die?!"

A/N: He mad.

Ah, what to do, what to do? I'm going to ease myself into this one maybe perhaps probably(?)

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