Simon looked around the room as he heard the whisper.. fresh meat...He smirked slightly and headed towards the bar counter, where the new ones always stayed. He stopped, however, when he saw two golden eyes staring back at him. Simon felt his heartbeat quicken at the sight of this boy..he had never seen anyone like him.

"Oi.. 'allo!" He smiled nervously and leaned closer. "Y..You're in me English lit class, aren't you?" He cursed himself silently for the utter idiocy of his conversational topics. The boy nodded. Simon hesitated, and then spoke again. "Well then, do ye wanna dance?" Again, the boy nodded, and Simon led him onto the dance floor.

The dance that they shared was something that was indescribable. Simon felt goosebumps rising on his skin as he watched the way Yukito closed his eyes and moved perfectly with the beats. He had felt infatuation before, with Michael, but not like this.. This wasn't just sexual lust, either..

Their hips moved together in sensual rhythm, and Simon's arms wrapped around Yukito's waist instinctively, pulling him closer, wanting to kiss him but not wanting to ruin the moment.. the kiss could wait.

The pounding beats of the music were drowned out by the pounding beat of his heart, and he didn't notice when someone brushed past him, shouting. Simon leaned down next to Yukito and spoke above the music.

"What's your name, love?" He had to know..

"Yukito.. Tsukishiro." It was a name that Simon would never forget until the day he died...

*

Mike eyed Simon suspiciously as he skidded into the gym, yawning, his face flushed from running. "Where were you, Simon? We were supposed to meet here an hour ago."

"I met someone last night." He grinned, not noticing Mike's shoulders slumping, or the hurt look in his friend's eyes.

"Oh." He said quietly. "I thought you weren't interested in relationships."

"I don't know.. there's just.. something about him, Mikey.. he's absolutely gorgeous.. He's got these eyes.."

"Everyone has them. Big deal." Mike said coldly, walking towards the locker room, one of his hands clenched into a fist. Simon blinked.

"Oi, what's wrong with you?" He followed Mike, grabbing the basketball that his friend was carrying. "Jealous?" He asked with a grin.

Mike jerked. The word always cut like a knife whenever Simon said it like that because every time, Mike knew it was true. "You know what, Simon.. I am." He snapped. "Okay? Some twink shows up and you're ready for a relationship then and there.. I.. I've been in love with you for two..almost three years.. and that obviously doesn't count for anything because I've been left out in the cold."

"Look.. Mikey.. I just.. you and I.. we're friends.. Nothing more than that.. I'm sorry." He sighed and embraced Mike from behind. "Can you at least be civil to him when you meet him?"

"No."

"Mikey.." Simon gave him a puppy-dog look. "Please? I really like him."

"Alright. Fine." He mumbled. Simon kissed Mike on the cheek.

"Great. Now come on, let's play."

"I'm not in the mood." He said softly, grabbing his coat off of the bench and leaving Simon rather confused as he slammed the door behind him, tears causing his throat to tighten... not here..please god, not here.. He thought silently, only willing to cry within the privacy of his own room..and only if his roommate wasn't there.

He practically ran to the dorms and and up the stairs, unlocking his door, stepping inside. His roommate was sitting at the computer on the other side of the room. He offered Mike a wave, and Mike nodded in reply, flopping onto his bed with a sigh. Mike rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Why me?" He said softly. His roommate looked over.

"You say something?"

"No.. nothing." He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes tightly..it wasn't fair.. Life wasn't fair.. and love? That was just fucked up. Love was not sane..not in the least. If it was, Simon would be in love with him, not some little twinkie he met at a club..but unfortunately for him..that would never happen. "Night." He mumbled.

"..G'night."