DISCLAIMER: Don't own any of these characters.

WARNING: This story is slash, m/m relationships, if you don't like it why are you reading this?

Onto the story!

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~5 Days Ago~

Lance stared boredly out the window of his English classroom; he didn't even know why he bothered coming to this lesson.

If he would admit it to himself, he'd know it was because Shakespeare really did interest him. Even as he sat there staring, he listened to what was going on around him, scoffing under his breath at some of those who clearly didn't get the point.

Unfortunately, the teacher heard his faint mocking laugh, and walked over to him,

"Mr Alvers, since you seem to find Sally's answer so amusing, would you care to put forward your point of view?" She asked, one hand on her hip.

Lance looked round, he opened his mouth to snap some sharp retort, but, driven by some strange impulse, he decided answering the question would probably annoy her even more.

"Shakespeare's point was obviously not that love was a beautiful thing so tragically ended, it was that all love is doomed from the start, the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet is the love itself, that's what led to their death." He realised this sounded very intelligent compared to his usual contributions, and half the class were staring at him.

"That's quite a morbid idea Lance." The teacher commented.

He shrugs slightly "It's the truth, Romeo and Juliet is obviously about the pain and heartbreak of love just as much as it is about the beauty and happiness, moreso even."

The teacher raised her eyebrow before rounding on someone else. At the end of the lesson, she asked Lance to talk to her.

"I was impressed with your answers today." She said. He merely shrugged.

"Why don't you join in with the discussion more often?" Another shrug.

"And why don't you apply this level of intelligence to your work?" A third shrug and the teacher was beginning to get frustrated, she dismissed him and he walked out the room… and straight into Scott Summers.

"Watch where you're going." He muttered, then noticed the odd look Scott was giving him "What?"

"Your answers…" It was then that Lance remembered Scott was in his English class, no matter how much he tried to forget the fact.

"What about them?"

"They were amazing." Lance blinked, a compliment? From Summers??

"Uh…thanks…" He said hesitantly, trying to move away.

"Look, I figured with Mystique and Magneto not around we don't really need to stay enemies do we?"

Lance relaxed a little and shrugged.

"I guess not."

Scott nodded slightly, glancing around the now-empty hallways, it was the end of the day and everyone had cleared out quick.

"But, yea, your answers, how come you've never said anything like that before? You obviously know your stuff."

"I just don't really wanna share it, you know trying to stay a bad boy if everyone knows you're into Shakespeare, doesn't work does it?"

To Lance's surprise, Scott laughed slightly and nodded.

"Same as being a 'boy scout' and smoking."

"You smoke?"

A nod, a packet of cigarettes waved, an offer. Soon both boys were sat outside having a cigarette and talking like old friends.

"So do you really think that?" Scott asked as they finished their cigarettes.

"Think what?"

"What you said, about love, that it's doomed and all that…"

"Well, yea, or I wouldn't have said it, falling in love has got to be the worst mistake you could ever make."

"Not quite the worst." A strange look accompanied that comment; Scott's eyes were fixed on Lance, a strange sort of longing in them.

"Then what is?" He asked, not noticing the look.

"Falling in love with an enemy." Said simply, eyes still fixed, waiting for a reaction.

"Well, luckily we're not stu-…" He trailed off, looking questioningly at Scott.

On impulse, thinking it'd probably be his only chance, Scott leant forward, a brief brushing of lips and suddenly he was bright red, stammering apologies and running away as fast as he could. Which, thanks to danger room sessions, was actually fairly fast.

Lance just stared after him, unable to move, for a long time…

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Et voila! Chapter two, I have a plan (vaguely) of everything that's going to happen, I can't wait! Lol

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