Bobby sat in his seat in the back of the classroom, looking over every time he heard the door open. But every time, he was disappointed. It wasn't John. He began to wonder if his informant had been wrong, and John was in a different class. He let out a sad sigh, and looked up as the teacher asked the class to settle down.
The doorknob turned slowly, the door opened silently, and John slipped into the room. He glanced around quickly, scanning his options, and finally slid into the seat beside Bobby. Bobby grinned at him, and John rolled his eyes.
He pretty much ignored Bobby until a slip of paper appeared on his desk. It asked if he'd slept well the night before. He blinked, made kind of strange look, and wrote back, asking why he would care. He had to wait until near the end of class for the answer, because the teacher was giving them a rather threatening look.
After the bell rang, John looked down at his books and found the paper back on them. The words, "I care about you," stared him in the face. He glanced over to Bobby's desk, and found him already gone. Shaking his head, he whispered, "But you're not supposed to care."
Bobby walked down the hall with a small smile on his face. He wasn't sure how John would react to his answer, but he hoped it would make him feel good. He hoped it would be the start a long-lasting friendship.
He didn't pay a lot of attention to his next class, or any after. He was too busy planning all the fun things he and John would do as best friends. The late nights, the pranks. He knew it would be a great time. And all he had to do, was convince John of the same.
A/N: I would like to thank my reviewers, again. Especially Pyrassion, because she reviewed both chapters. And that just means a lot. And again, I would like to encourage any suggestions or corrections you might have, although you can keep up the compliments as well. ; )