It was the first day of the new school year. Junior year at North Glenn High was going to be interesting. First day of a new school year usually meant seeing old friends, those you hadn't seen all summer, getting new classes and going back to the old routine. This year it was different for Quatre and Duo. Their old school had closed; they didn't know anybody. As the older sister dropped them off outside of the school and the two teens just looked at each other before nodding and grabbing hands and heading inside.
The mobs of young adults around the hallways made them nervous at first and they felt out of place. Everyone seemed to know a group of people and there were so many kids that were just different. They weren't used to that. The private school that they had come from was a small school for the highly gifted students. Most of the students were from well off families and it showed. Another thing that startled the two was the variety of clothing, but more importantly the obvious gang ties in the way some of the students dressed.
Quatre's father had pulled some strings with the school to make sure that his son and his adopted son would have all the same classes at least for first semester as well as they would have lockers next to one another – he couldn't ensure that they were locker partners. They made their way to the lockers and sighed. There was another boy at Duo's locker, Quatre went to his own and eyed his boyfriend as the braided boy stood in the middle of the hall. Shaking his head some, Duo moved to his locker speaking quietly, "Excuse me…. Can I put my books in?" The stranger moved out of the way with a mumbled apology and let Duo slip his books in.
The American looked up as he stepped away from the locker pausing and gazing at the boy he supposed was his locker partner. The other had an accent though it wasn't extremely strong it was there all the same. His skin was darker than most and his eyes were a piercing blue; so flawless in their shade that they seemed to see right into someone, down to their soul and deeper. You could get lost in those eyes, Duo thought, but what a wonderful place to get lost in… The boy also had messy but healthy dark brown hair, chestnut colored really. He was tall and handsome, looking to be no older than Duo himself. He shook his head some to clear the thoughts away and blinked when Quatre called to him, hurrying forward and glancing back over his shoulder at the taller, dark haired boy.
Quatre hadn't liked the way his boyfriend was looking at the stranger. As soon as Duo caught up to him he grabbed onto the long haired youth's hand tightly, almost brutally so, and made sure he kept up as they walked, shifting his arm to around Duo's waist instead. Confused, Duo perked a brow at his blonde love before shrugging a little bit and lightly resting his head on Quatre's shoulder, casting glares at anyone that dared say anything about it or looked at them wrong.
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Heero was nervous, at least a little. His parents had recently died and he had been sent to live with his uncle in the United States. It was his first day at his new school there and he was a little scared to say the least. Every body seemed to know everybody else, and he was all alone. He sighed softly looking around. He saw two boys coming his way; they were holding hands. They both looked just about as scared as he did. One was taller, though just by an inch or two, and seemed less nervous. The other was slightly shorter and looked nervous, he kept on looking around at the different people in the halls, he seemed almost afraid of some of them. Heero tilted his head a little bit watching them out of the corner of his eye. The shorter one had slightly pale skin and sky blue eyes, clear as a bright summer day. His hair was a sandy blonde color and combed neatly with a part and everything the only thing messy about it were his bangs, which hung down into his face and covered his eyes partially. He dressed nicely wearing a white polo shirt and a pair of nice black pants. Heero guessed his family had money, and a good deal of it.
The two separated one, the blonde, going to the locker next to his own while the other stepped up to stand next to Heero. He was silent for a minute then spoke softly.
"Excuse me, can I put my books in?"
Heero looked up and blinked staring into violet eyes, deep and full of complex emotions and ideas. He mumbled softly, "Sure thing… sorry," and stepped out of the other's way standing near by. He watched this boy, he was different then his fair complexioned companion. He had brown hair the color of hot chocolate that spilled over his back in a long braid that reached to the middle of his thighs. He was about a head shorter than Heero himself was. His skin was creamy, but not pale. It looked like he had gotten a good amount of sun during the summer because his skin was a nice shade of tan. He wore tight fitting black jeans that hugged his legs, he also wore a black shirt, classy but plain. His clothes spoke to having money just like the blonde's did but this longhaired boy's style spoke to caution with that money, not as easily spent.
He watched then as the other was called off by the smaller teen and he watched him go. He saw the way the blonde was possessive over the taller, darker boy and he figured that they were some sort of couple.