Draco: Ooki...for the little things I forgot at the beginning of the first part... *insert standard disclaimer here* Oh yeah...and the lines in "quotations" at the top of each part are from William Blake's "Proverbs". It just fit my idea too well. Anyway...you wanted more...here goes...

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"Every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight"

Omi leaned back in his chair, surfing lazily around the Internet, while trying to avoid anyone noticing him watch Aya across the room. The punk was being poked incessantly by Heather as Omi stared at their backs. He wished he could hear whatever the odd blonde was whispering to her friend, but he would not give up his seat for the world. It was nice to be able to just sit and admire from a distance every other day.

As he sat there, something flashed on the screen. With a sigh, he tore his eyes away from his new friends. A box had popped up reading "TFyrestryke has sent you a message. Do you wish to accept it?" He frowned and clicked "OK".

TFyrestryke: You're gonna short circuit the keyboard if you keep drooling on it.

Omi's eyes went wide and he snapped his head back around to look at Heather and Aya again. The girl was turned around in her seat, grinning at him. With a gulp, he went back to the computer.

Bombay: You've been watching me?

TFyrestryke: Will, you've been watching us, or Aya I should say.

Bombay: ... -_-'

TFyrestryke: Hot, ain't he?

Bombay: ... Did he notice?

TFyrestryke: Nope. He's too busy doing make up work...I think...

Bombay: I hope.

TFyrestryke: ^_^ Embarrassed much?

Bombay: Just a little. Uh...how'd you get my SN?

TFyrestryke: *^_^* Majick!

Bombay: ...

TFyrestryke: No really. I went into the school monitoring system and found someone signed onto your comp.

Bombay: You hacked into the school system?

TFyrestryke: *sweatdrop* Shush! They leave the door wide open! Anyway... I gots an invite for ya!

Bombay: Oro?

TFyrestryke: 'M havin' a part tonight, an' yer invited. 'M only allowed to have guys spend the night if'n they're gay, though. My aunt's comin' over ta make sure I follow the rules w/m'parents outta town, but she's leavin' after a while. Think ya can come?

Bombay: Uh...probly...

TFyrestryke: Kewl beanerz!

Bombay: ...Is Aya gonna be there?...

TFyrestryke: Uber duh! He's my best friend, knucklehead!

Bombay: Okay.

TFyrestryke: Well, class is almost over. Seeya tonight! Call if'n ya need directions er somthin'!.

Bombay: K.

Omi wrote the phone number she sent him on the back of his hand, and signed off just as the bell rang. He watched Heather pat Aya on the head as she bounced out to the hall. A sudden idea then hit him, and he glanced between the number on his hand and Aya packing up. Well, why would Heather say "if" he needed directions unless she expected him to get them some other way? As Aya walked out the door, Omi licked his thumb and wiped the number away. Here goes nothing.

"Hey Aya!" Omi called as he chased after the older boy.

Aya looked back over his shoulder, but kept walking. A hot blush swept over Omi's face, and he sped up to catch him. He had embarrassed himself this far, why stop now? Besides, since he had been an idiot and not written the number elsewhere for insurance, Aya was his only choice.

He caught up with Aya at the older boy's locker. "Hey Aya? Uh...listen... Heather invited me to her party tonight and I need directions, but I forgot to write her number down before I shut the computer off. Err...could you maybe give me one or the other?"

The punk continued to go through his locker as if he had not heard a work of Omi's babbling.

"Uh...yeah..." Omi stammered. He stood there a moment longer, then began to back away. "I guess I'll just try to look her up in the phone book then. Yeah...er...thanks..." He turned away, face burning, and strode into the crowds of students as quickly as possible. How embarrassing! His face must be glowing by now!

He climbed onto the bus and threw himself into a seat. There he sat, face in his hands, until someone tapped him on the shoulder. Some little prep girl held a piece of paper out to him.

"Aya asked me to give this to you."

Omi blinked, then grabbed the paper viscously, mumbling a hurried "thanks." He stared at the writing, wide eyed. There was a number and two words: "Call me."

Call me? Call me! That meant...!

Omi snapped his head around to see Aya standing on the sidewalk, watching him. Watching him! As the bus pulled out and Aya waved, Omi could barely raise his hand in response. He watched the punk until he could no longer crane his neck far enough, then sat back and stared at those words. Tonight he was going to call Aya, and then they would meet at the party, and then who knows! A broad grin split Shi face and a giggle lept from his throat. Boy would he have to thank Heather for this!

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Draco: Key? Key... Eh? Whatcha think?