Lazy Note: Hey there, Strangers. Still waiting for episode 4... ugh.

Here's some GrahamScott to pass the time. Prompt requested by there-were-no-good-usernames on Tumblr.

Prompt: GrahamScott fic of the two first encountering each other and their thoughts?

Enjoy!

The First Time

by

xLazyxWriterx

Summary: First times are usually the best, right?

Rating: K+

The first time Nathan caught a glimpse of those intelligent, dark brown eyes and grinning mouth, he hadn't thought twice. He hadn't acknowledged the boy that sat in the science lab with a thoughtful expression playing on his features. His name? Nathan didn't know it. He didn't know it because he didn't care.

Nathan passed him plenty in the halls of Blackwell Academy, paying him a small glance each time. He seemed to always have a stupid smile slathered on his face, whether he was alone or with friends. His shirts always seemed to contain some sort of joke that Nathan didn't bother getting, and his hair was always messy, brushing against his forehead and laying over his ears. Those were the observations Nathan made in the two seconds his eyes danced over him. Then, he would be out of mind.

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The first time Warren caught a glimpse of that bright red jacket and slicked back, light brown hair, he hadn't thought twice. He hadn't acknowledged the boy that hung around the rest of the vortex jocks while pushing people around. His name? Warren didn't know it. He didn't know it because it never occurred to him.

Warren had seen him in the halls plenty of times during his time at Blackwell Academy. He was rarely alone, and usually laughing with the other vortex members. His wardrobe always on point, and extremely expensive looking. His hair was always slicked back, except for that little piece that fell against his forehead. His eyes seemed to be clouded over, as if he weren't actually in his body. Those were the observations Warren made during the few seconds his gaze passed over him. Then, he was out of mind.

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The first time Nathan met eyes with him was during English class, which Nathan rarely attended. The teacher - what was her name...? - had called on a student to continue reading whatever story was being discussed. Nathan had been busy on his phone, texting and playing games. What brought him out of his set of mind was the voice that was chosen to read.

"The star-shaped flowers shrank into the stems of the trees, and appeared no more. The tints of the green carpet faded; and, one by one, the ruby-red asphodels withered away..." His voice flowed smoothly, as though he knew the words by heart. "... more divine than all save the voice of Eleonora, it died little by little away, in murmurs growing lower and lower, until the stream returned..."

He continued, and Nathan's phone slowly found it's way on his desk as his attention focused on the movement of the boy's lips. Nathan wasn't sure what he was saying exactly, and he didn't care. The boy finished reading the rest of the page, and the teacher seemed pleased. The boy nodded, sat back in his chair as his gaze quickly darted around the room before landing on Nathan. Nathan stiffened upon being caught staring, but didn't break away.

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The first time Warren met eyes with him was during his English class, one of his favorites. Ms Hoida had called on him to continue reading Eleonora, one of Poe's happier tales. Warren had obliged; after all, Poe was one of his favorites and he had read this story plenty of times to know that he wouldn't screw it up. Hopefully.

The words flew off his tongue fluently, as though they were first spoken by his own tongue. He had always loved Poe's use of imagery and they way it connected all the pieces. Hidden meanings and riddles deep within the script, and Warren did his best to bring them to the open with his voice.

He continued down the page smoothly, and when he was finished Ms Hoida seemed pleased, complimenting him before moving on to dissect the section. Embarrassed by the attention, he sat back in his seat and looking around the classroom as casually as he could manage. His wandering eyes eventually met with a pair of hard, light blue ones. Warren stiffed upon the contact, but didn't break away.

-0-

The first time Nathan heard the boy's name, he scoffed. Warren? He wasn't sure why the name struck him as amusing, but it did. Maybe it was because he was expecting something more... just, something more.

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The first time Warren heard the guy's name, he grinned. Nathan? He wasn't sure why the name felt right, but it did. Maybe because it went along the course of what he was expecting.

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The first time Nathan spoke to him, he had been confused. It had been the middle of the day, and he was skipping class - again. Hiding out in the boys' dorm, he thought that he had been alone. Then, Warren showed up, hurrying to his room. Nathan, just barely getting his own door open, paused at the blur he saw out the corner of his eye. When Warren emerged again, he was carrying some books. Clumsily, he tried to balance them in his arms while attempting to lock his door.

The top book crashed to the ground, and Nathan heard Warren murmur a curse. Without a thought, Nathan walked over to the struggling boy, and picked up his book. Warren had whipped around quickly, startled by the sudden presence of another. Nathan had offered the book to him, and Warren took it, thanking him sheepishly.

That was the start.

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The first time Warren spoke to him, he had been nervous. It was the middle of class, and Warren was jogging to the boys' dorm. He had forgotten his books - like a dummy - and figured that he could grab them and go before he got in anymore trouble. Since it was during class time, he figured the dorm would've been empty. He hurried into his room, and grabbed his books.

Juggling them in his hands, he failed to lock his door and dropped the top book. He had sighed in frustration, cursing under his breath at his own clumsiness. He spotted something out the corner of his eye, and he quickly turned to meet Nathan, who was offering the book and mumbling something about him dropping it. Warren didn't bother hiding his grin as he accepted it, thanking him.

Yes, that was the start.

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The first time Nathan had kissed him, it had been an urge deep within his chest, plaguing his thoughts during the night. Warren had offered to help him study, and that was when Nathan knew. Once courage bubbled within in, he leaned over and pressed his parted lips against Warren's. He felt the boy tense up under contact, but then relax against him, pressing back.

When they pulled apart, the kiss echoed throughout the room.

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The first time Warren had kissed him, it had been an unexpected gesture, but certainly not unwanted. Something had been on Nathan's mind all week, and it was affecting his grades even more than usual. Warren didn't want to see him fail, so he offered to help him study. He had been explaining the hidden meaning behind the assigned reading when Nathan reached over and closed the book. Before Warren could protest, he felt a heavy hand tangle in his hair, and soft lips press against his own. Shocked for only a small moment, he accept the contact and pressed back.

When they pulled apart, the kiss echoed in Warren's ears and mind.

Okay, admit it. When you read the summary you thought this was gonna get steamy. Sorry folks, maybe next time.

*hinthint* ;P

Thanks for reading!

xLazyxWriterx