A/N: And the story begins. I'm gonna try to update this once a night, which means the chapters wont be as long as my usual chapters are, but hopefully you guys get the idea. Hope you all like it. Review for kisses. Sasuke, for fucks sake, I better get at least one review from you. Love ya. Peace

Art class. To those of you who say that there are no useless classes or lessons, you should try taking a high school basic level art class. Unfortunately, I needed an art credit, and what could be easier than a semester of drawing?

Did you know that you needed experience to take high school art classes? I didn't have any experience. Unfortunately that meant that I ended up in a class of mostly freshman. I hate freshmen. They're all either scared and boring or still cocky from being top dog at their middle school. Either way they are annoying as fuck. Luckily, fate was on my side.

Among that small group of kids fulfilling their art requirement was another Junior. Uchiha Sasuke. I didn't know him personally but I had heard of him somewhere, I don't remember. At the very least he would be better than this obnoxious group of freshmen. That first day we didn't even talk, just sat at the same table. I don't even think we made eye contact. Then again, why start off with that cliché "Our eyes met from across the room"? Uchiha was a Junior, I was a Junior. It only made sense that we ended up next to each other.

The second day was pretty much the same as the first. It wasn't until day numero tres that we actually had a reason to talk.

"Man… Kurenai is crazy."

I think I might have still been asleep, because I didn't know how to respond.

"Uh… yeah."

"Seriously. What's the point of this stuff?"

I brought my head up from the table to see Sasuke looking forward to our teacher Kurenai as she drew her hand on the board.

"I dunno." I grumbled putting my head back down on the table. "Probably just trying to annoy the hell out of us."

"You look like shit."

"Shut it. I'm still used to my summer schedule. Waking up is killing me."

Who would have guessed that that would be the start of a love triangle? I mean, talk about romance.

It wasn't until the next week that we exchanged cell numbers. For insurance sake we both needed someone to be able to ask what the homework was. (Yes, there was art homework. Can you believe that?)

It wasn't until maybe two weeks after that that I finally got the text that made things interesting:

"Hey, I really gotta ask you something, but don't be creeped out or anything. Are you gay?"