A/N: 50 drabbles! AH! I never thought I'd get this far! Ever! Even if it is a compiliation of random ficlets, I've surpassed my own expectations! But I could NOT have done it without each and one of your guys' continous, encouraging feedback. Thank you so much, and I think I will definitely take this to 100! Half-way there! Woo! Hope you enjoy! It's nothing special, but I adore it. xo.


Impress

"Apart from being beautiful, what do you do for a living?" Riley grins as his boyfriend playfully rolls his eyes and swats him away. He's beaming, so the quite cheesy pick-up line obviously has him amused. The Greek teen chuckles to himself.

After a few minutes, Zane finally finds the pencil he's misplaced in his apparently disorganized locker and turns to Riley. "That was so bad," he laughs and shuts the locker shut. He re-adjusts the bag he's carrying on his shoulder and walks along the hallway; with Riley following suit. The final bell of the school day has rung, dismissing them from what seemed to be an endless lapse of algebraic equations, chemistry formulas, and everything in between.

The day was friday, so they had the whole weekend ahead of them.

The two walked out of the school doors, emerging into the radiance of the sun. And since the smaller boy's apartment was only a few blocks away, they had decided to walk. It could do their legs good, especially after being stuck in a desk for the vast majority of the day.

"Aw," Riley sighed, feigning disapointment, "and I thought I had improved."

His grin broadened, as did Zane's. They linked hands and continued down the street. Occasionally, people would throw them scrutinizing glares, or snobbish glances, but neither cared. They had gotten used to it months before.

"Well, it was considerably better than the one about me being your favorite 'fruit'," Zane said, the reminder turning his lover's cheeks scarlet. Riley smiled sheepishly and chuckled at his past idiotic wit.

"Yeah... that wasn't too hilarious..." he agreed, and squeezed the hand that was joined with his.

Their laughs soon faded into the sounds and sirens of distant and nearby traffic, and they remained fairly silent until they finally reached the oh-so familiar building in which Zane resided. He starts to head in, but Riley stops him.

"Oh wait, I've got another one!" The athlete exclaims giddily. He looks proud of himself, so although he has a hunch that it's going to be as awful as the last, Zane doesn't do anything about it. He just waits, eyebrows raised.

"I'm no prophet, but I can see myself getting lost in you in the near future." Riley tries to say it seductively, but fails. Zane can't help but let out a burst of laughter. It wasn't at all too terrible, but if someone other than his boyfriend had said it to him, he would've walked away so quickly their head would've spun.

Riley joins his lover at the top step and they proceed into the residence. "Is it good?"

"Honestly?"

He nods; Zane's lips stretch out into a full-fledged smirk. "One of your best." This earns him a kiss, and he can't ever refuse an appreciative Riley.