A/N: I originally planned for this story to be Spittery but that pairing isn't odd.

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"Go talk to him," Jack sneered. "I bet he likes you."

Oscar cocked a brow at his one and only friend although the term friend was used rather loosely. He knew that Jack wouldn't hesitate to toss him under the bus. Therefore, he knew not to trust him when he mentioned the supposed homosexuality of the "geek" Oscar had unwittingly developed a crush on.

"How do you know?" he asked gruffly. "You screw around with him?"

He kicked him. "I just know. He's a Yu-Gi-Oh dork isn't he? They can't get girls so why not a guy?"

Jack's logic was astounding.

"Not like I like him," Oscar stated. "He's wearing a Pokémon t-shirt for Christ's sake."

"Maybe it's for an ironic statement."

"And playing Yu-Gi-Oh. My stock would fucking plummet."

It was Jack's turn to cock a brow. "What stock? I'm the only person brave enough to talk to you. They call you Bender for shit's sake, Os."

Oscar waved his hand. "Whatever. I don't know why you think I have a crush on him. He's a fucking Yu-Gi-Oh dork, he's wearing glasses and…"

"He's a cute Yu-Gi-Oh dork," Jack pointed out. "Wow…and I thought that was an oxymoron. But seriously, look at him."

Yes, the boy whose name no one knew and thus merely referred to as Specs was the cutest of the Yu-Gi-Oh dorks although that was hardly saying much. The rest looked like they had crawled out from under a bridge to try and eat wayward goats crossing over. Still, it wasn't like Oscar really liked him. Or, rather, he wasn't going to tell Jack that he really liked him.

"Just go up there," Jack continued. "Maybe it'll just freak him out. Say some stupid pick-up line like…you cast a level five charm spell on my heart."

"No quoting Wet Hot American Summer, Jack," Oscar reminded. "I thought your stepmom banned you from watching it."

Jack waved his hand and continued. "Or how about…wanna see the real Blue-eyes White Dragon?"

"My eyes are brown, dipshit."

"You're stalling," he bit his lip. "How about…damn, that's all I know about Yu-Gi-Oh. Okay, he's wearing a Pokémon shirt, right?"

Oscar, too pissed off at this point to even formulate words, settled on kicking Jack in the shin. He ignored it and continued with his horrible pick-up lines.

"How about…your Pikachu sent a shock to my system?"

"That's the stupidest one yet," Oscar seethed. "Jack, will you shut up if I do it?"

"Oh, sure."

Rising to his feet, Oscar plodded over there in his too big combat boots. He leaned over Specs as he played a heated match with some kid with a mullet. He stole a glance back at Jack who was looking at him with a smirky look on his face. Jack…the jackass. He'd show him.

He put a hand on Specs's shoulder so he'd turn to face him, compromising his precious game.

"Hey," he said, smirking. "You just made my Ekans evolve into an Arbok."