Third person

"It's not asthma" Marcus finnaly said after a few moments

"you were on the floor"

"It's not asthma"

"wheezing"

"Not. Asthma"

"Then what is it?" Nikki asked exasperatedly

"Well. . . It's psycological" Marcus had to pause to let Nikki try to comprehend what he was saying. finnaly, the tall person spoke

". . . It's in your head?"

"Good job! you didn't say offensive crap like everyone else!" Marcus cheered.

(skip to school)

"Oh crap" Marcus deadpanned once they parked.

"you do realize we skipped most of yesterdays classes?"

". . . fuck" yep.

So, through out the rest of that day, the two teens went through the second day extreamly confused. Also, it turned out they had several classes together, such as english, history, and gym. well gym is just the same class time. At there school there is a gymnastics program which allows students to practice said course with an instructor. To nikkis surprise. there was marcus, scowling as his name was called first. He happened to be the only male taking the course, so many of the boys in the other classes who used the same gym said rude, hurtful things. Except Nikki, he just stared.

As Marcus came to the Gymnastics beam, he lookd back at everyone and smiled. He then proceded to make there jaws drop.

In a few moments he was supporting his body with his chest and hands as he completly turned his body to the point of being able to touch his toe to his nose, then whipped back in a standing position on the bar.

"hows that?" Marcus asked quite smugly I might add. Everyone had stopped the regiments and was watching the 17 year old boy.

"what? I've been doing this stuff since I was 7." he stated calmly. Poor Nikki though, was flustered just from watching that. The only thing he could think of were the words I love you over, and over, and over again. . .

(In Nikkis car)

"It's really nice of you. . ." was the unexpected mumble of the brunette in the passenger seat.

"huh? what'd you say?" Nikki snapped back into attention and faced him.

"I-it's really nice of you to let me stay at your place. . . and to drive me to and from school. . . your alot nicer than I thought you were so. . . thanks" He was still mumbling but Nickolas heard him clearly. He opened his mouth, ready to tell Marcus what he thought of him, but they thurned into the parking lot of the apartment instead. but soon, for sure, Nikki would tell him.

(weeks later)

For the millionth time, Marcus explained the problem to him, step by step. It wasn't that he didn't know how to do the problems by now, Nikki just loved to watch Marcus teach. The was he smiled when he got to parts he found interesting, the way he used analogies to help him understand easily. In Nikki's opinion, Marcus was his favorite teacher.

"Markyy" Nikki whined, taking up a nicknaming for himself, although Marcus pouted a bit when he said it. Since he was constantly hearing it as Nikki somehow was able to follow him to almost every class. almost every second of the day Nikki and Marcus were together. As a resault, people tended to be nicer to Marcus. Which made Nikki both happy and jealous.

"Do you have a question?" Marcus asked giving him "the look" which was pointing his face downwards, eyes locked with the other person, and one eyebrow raised.

"Umm, yes, yes I do." Nikki replied cheerily. Nikki was more expressive since he met Marcus, a side effect of wanting to make the other person smile in return.

"Can we take a break, and walk to the park?" Nikki could finish the rest later, he could easily tell Marcus was beyond bored with showing him the equasions. Marcus conceded and they walked over. After about an hour of playing at the park, it started to rain, so they started walking back. but, the park was an hours walk away. Soon it was pouring rain, as Nikki and Marcus ran as fast as they could, the smaller of the two laughed loudly. Finnaly They reached the safe dry apartment. Marcus was still laughing.

"That was so much fun!" he yelled enthusiasticly. which caused Nikki to chuckle

"You really like the rain huh?" after he said that Marcus made a disgusted face

"like the rain, oh no Nikki, I do not like the rain." he sounded so serious Nikki nearly peed his pants when he screemed out as loud as he could

"I LOVE THE RAIN!" They both laughed for a long time, until Nikki worked up his courage.

"Y'know what I love?" He asked cautiously, getting slightly closer to Marcus.

"Umm . . . no, what" the green eyed boy asked happily, he was in a good mood. Marcus was wet, and cold, making his lips dark and his skin pale, his hair was soasked so it stuck to his face and was several shades darker than usual. At the time, to Nikki, he looked like an angel.

"I love you Marcus Ashton, and no, it's not platonic either. From the moment I looked into your eyes, I loved you."

A/N: I actually know nothing about gymnastics. sorry. and I wrote this in one night.