Chapter One: Who's That Boy?

A/N: As promised, this chapter is up. This is where the plot begins. Don't expect updates to be like this all the time. Again, the feedback and comments would be appreciated. Read, review, and enjoy!

Roman groaned as his alarm clock blared and woke him up. 6:45 A.M. That gave him about an hour and a half to get there. He had time to take a shower, get breakfast, and see the love of his life again. He rolled out of bed and landed on a pile of pillows with a soft thump! He smiled. Finally, he'd remembered to do that. He got up slowly, mind still clouded from sleep and stumbled to the bathroom down the hall by the stairs. He flicked on the lights and starred in the mirror, admiring his reflection almost. "Hello, handsome," he muttered sleepily. He brushed his hair slowly and carefully. If there was one thing Roman was picky about, it was his hair. Then, he took a quick hot shower, enjoying the warm spray as long as he dared, before getting out and getting dressed. He had on a new pair of tennis shoes, faded jeans, and a football jersey. He left his hair to hang around his shoulders before exiting the bathroom.

Usually, his mom cooked him breakfast. Seeing as how everyone was tired and not used to the new schedule, Roman decided to surprise them and cook it himself. He could kind of cook, nothing as good as Patricia, but he could come close. He saw his uncle snoozing on the couch, since they hadn't thought to buy an extra bed for the guest yet. Trying not to wake him, Roman began cooking some eggs. He got the salt, pepper, and other spices his family liked along with a whisk and mixing bowl. He grabbed a few empty pans from the cabinets along with cooking oil and began fixing everyone's food. After the eggs, there was toast and pancakes to be made. After that, there was bacon and sausages. By the time someone had woken up, Roman had finished most of his plate and was pouring some orange juice in a few glasses.

"Why can everyone cook but me?" Roman glanced at the stairs to see his father standing there, rubbing his eyes with a smile on his face. "Thank goodness you can cook. If your mom wasn't around, we'd probably starve!" Roman shushed him with a laugh, pointing to his slumbering uncle. Sika walked over and nudged his brother. "Afa, wake up! Come enjoy the breakfast your nephew cooked for you." The sleeping man swatted a hand in his brother's general direction before turning the other way. "Don't be rude to Leati, get your lazy self up!" Afa ignored him. Sika let out a frustrated breath before leaping on the couch and putting Afa in a Camel Clutch. His uncle yelped and both men ended up tumbling off the furniture, landing unceremoniously and loudly on the floor. There were shuffling footsteps and a grumbled complaint before Patricia came into view halfway down the stairs. Her hair was a mess and her eyes wild as she held up a baseball bat ready to swing if necessary.

"What in the-? Boys! Get up and fix the mess you made!" They'd knocked over a table and gotten pillows everywhere in their little bustle. "I swear, I feel like I'm raising three sons instead of one. You two are unbelievable. And Leati, that smells and looks delicious, honey." She put the weapon down and ambled over to her son. "I hope you can find a friend like that. Your father and your uncle are closer than close. You see the trouble they cause me? I'm glad you're not as bad as them." They'd fixed the living room, only to almost run into the dishes on a rack not two feet away from them. She facepalmed and went over to break them apart. Roman got up, put his dishes in the ink, and grabbed his stuff.

"I'll see you later, mama," Roman said, hugging her from behind and walking out the door. He was heading towards Galina's house when he remembered they were meeting in front of the school. His parents had been too busy to drive him to school, which only left him the option of riding the bus. He had begun walking towards where he thought the stop should be when he heard someone honk a horn from behind. He saw the other new boy sitting in the passenger's seat and glanced at the driver. 'It must be his dad,' Roman thought. The car slowed when it caught up to him.

"Hey, you need a lift?!" the driver shouted at him. Roman nodded, making the man smile. "Hop in then," he replied, motioning towards the back seat. Roman climbed into the back with his things.

"Thank you, Mr… Lopez, right?" he questioned.

" *nods* I'm Shane, and no problem. I see you've met my son, Colby." The blonde and black haired boy turned around and gave him a shy smile. They'd met they day they'd moved in. Seth had decided to bake a pie and hand deliver it himself. He'd expected one of Roman's parents to answer the door. He didn't think he could deal with Roman when all he did was blush around the guy. Fate loves to torment him though, and that's exactly what happened.

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"Heh, just let me grab my keys. We'll go in a few. And don't let that pie burn!" Seth's dad shouted.

"Don't worry, I won't. Actually, can we go after I give it to them?" His dad gave him that "Really?" look. "What? I just wanna be nice. It can't hurt to meet another kid before school starts, right?"

"You're right, it can't. But are you sure you don't want to go look at the newest PlayStation games first?" Seth considered it. For about two seconds. As much as he loved video games, he still had morals and a conscience.

"I'm sure." He had taken a can of whipped cream out of the cabinets along with a knife and some chocolate, something to top the pie with. The pie really only had ten more minutes left in the oven. However, his dad didn't know there was second pie baking right behind it. The first pie was for the new guy, the other was for Jonathan. Might as well be nice to everyone while he's in the mood, right? He began chopping the chocolate into itty bitty pieces and sweeping them into a bowl. Of course, he cut himself a piece of chocolate and ate it. His dad rolled his eyes in amusement. Seth busied himself for the next twenty minutes. He rearranged the kitchen a bit, got food out for dinner (it was late afternoon, maybe 6 or 7 ish), and constantly checked the time. He quickly pulled his pies out of the oven and let them cool a bit. When they weren't too hot to touch, Seth topped them with the whipped cream and chocolate pieces. He smiled at his works of art.

"Are you going to admire them all night, or actually give them to your neighbors?" His father's voice startled him, making Seth jump back and hit his head against the bottom of a cabinet. "Sorry, sorry! Ignore me, because I'm so not taking you to nerd central later…" Seth immediately grabbed a pie and ran out the door, wanting to take full advantage of the 50% off sale at the local game store. He ran down two doors to his right and stopped to catch his breath. He should've just walked. He took straightened out his clothes and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, someone answered the door. That certain someone was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome himself. Seth blushed and averted his gaze from the hot man (again, not the time!).

"Oh, hey. You're the other new kid down the street, right? I'm Joe."

"Yeah, um… I'm, uh, I'm Colby…" They shook hands before Roman looked at what was in his hands.

"You brought pie?! Dude, you're awesome! It looks really good too." The older boy's mouth waters at the scent. Apple pie covered in whipped cream and chocolate. A masterpiece in his opinion.

Seth was blushing now, just by being in close proximity with him. The beautiful tan skin, the addicting stormy grey eyes, his luscious hair. He had to try hard not to reach out and brush his hands through the shiny black strands. "Well, uh… here you go. It was, um, nice meeting you, Joe. S-See you at school next week?"

"Yeah, we'll catch up then." He quietly closed the door behind him and Seth felt a weight lift from his chest. Now, all he had left was Jonathan's pie. Well, this was going to be interesting…

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The ride to school was quiet, save for the occasional questions Seth's dad asked Roman. They'd moved in from Pensacola because of his father's job. He was looking to pursue a career in football after high school, trying to make it into the NFL. When his dad asked about wrestling, Roman tensed. He mentioned something about his parents being in the business and left it at that. Seth's dad thought about it, put two and two together, and smiled. "Wait a minute. The man down the street. Is your dad… Afa or Sika?"

"S-Sika, sir," Roman replied, a bit embarrassed that someone had guessed it so easily. "Afa is my uncle."

" *turns around in seat* Wait. Afa and Sika as in the Wild Samoans?! Your dad and uncle are the- I'm sorry. I'm a huge, huge fan, I-I can't help it!" Seth exclaimed, being a total fanboy for a second. Roman chuckled at the reaction. So Colby was a wrestling fan. Interesting… Seth looked at him for a second before quickly looking away, cheeks tinged pink. Blushing in front of his crush, in front of his dad no less. Embarrassing. Shane silently laughed at his son. Somebody had a crush… The two toned teenager turned back around and tried not to think too much about the hot guy sitting in the back seat. Luckily for him, his new high school appeared just as they were turning the corner. It was like your typical high school: made of red brick, had two floors, huge parking lot, sat across from its football stadium, had its brick sign welcoming you to the school. Both boys looked at the building in wonder, not as bad as they thought it would be. Seth's dad stopped the car and let them out.

"I'll see you after school, Colby. You need a ride, Joe?"

"No, sir, but thank you. My parents'll pick me up." He nodded and drove off. Roman looked over and saw Seth reading over his class schedule. He then looked up and saw his beautiful girlfriend waving him over. "Hey, Colby? I have to go, but we can hang out more later, alright?" The younger boy looked up with slightly wide eyes and a nervous smile.

"Y-Yeah, sure." Seth watched his crush walk towards a pretty girl. When he saw them kiss, his stomach dropped. Of course he was straight. Why would he think otherwise? He plopped down on one of the benches provided and looked over his schedule. Homeroom, Pre-Cal, US History, Environmental Science, Gym, Lunch, Health, English II. Apparently, they sort you into advanced or general classes based on your first two weeks' classwork and test grades. His day didn't seem too bad. If only he could stop thinking about the Samoan Royalty his dad had driven to school this morning. Gosh dang it.

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"Joe!" Galina pulled him into a bear hug and kissed him hard. "I didn't think you'd be here this early! Who drove you here?" Roman pointed to his neighbor.

"That kid over there, Colby, and his dad offered me a ride. They're my new neighbors. They moved in the same day I did."

"He's kinda cute. He looks like a girl though."

"Says the girl who's a major tomboy!" Oh what a surprise Roman would receive when she became a model.

As the two playfully bickered, another car pulled up. Roman recognized the black Camaro that slowed to a stop as the car outside that shady looking house across from Colby. Out stepped that boy who'd glared at him. He wore ripped, faded jeans, old, battered sneakers, a stained white T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He was rocking the cliché bad boy look. The boy's curly brown hair fell slightly over his eyes and he couldn't be much shorter than Roman. "Galina, baby? Who's that boy?"

"Oo, you don't wanna associate with him. That's Jonathan Good. He's got a bad attitude, a nasty temper, and a mean streak. I'm surprised they didn't kick him out of school with all the fights he was in last year. I'm shocked that he made it to sophomore year too." Roman looked him over. The guy didn't look very friendly. He also didn't look like he came from a very nice home life.

"Have you ever… talked to him?" Roman asked nervously. Galina scoffed.

"Twice. The first time, I was just saying hi, and he started hitting on me! I mean, he was being nice, but that's just sick! The second time, he just glared at me like some rabid animal. I swear, he's got no manners, no life, and no respect."

"Remember when we first met, and you thought I was just some dumb jock knucklehead who didn't care about anything? Look where we are now." She scoffed.

"It's not the same."

"How? How is it different?"

"For one, you have a sweet personality. It was just who you decided to show it to that changed my opinion. Jon has a bad reputation of hating everyone. No one likes him, and he doesn't like any of them. He's never been kind to anyone!"

"Has anyone ever been kind to him first?" She didn't know how to answer that question. Just as he was about to ask more about him, he saw Seth walk over and talk to him. He didn't look the least bit nervous. The other boy glared at him before nodding, and the two walked over to the bench Seth was sitting at. Galina gaped at them while Roman just looked puzzled.

"Did that boy just-?" Roman nodded, now even more curious than ever about the two. He'd have to find them later and ask. At the moment, his girlfriend was going to show him around the school.

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Dean wasn't in the best mood. He hated his school, hated everyone in it, and would rather be attacked by one of his mom's crazy boyfriends than endure those seven hours. His mother, of course, almost dragged him out of bed when he didn't turn off his alarm. She comforted him and promised she'd be down there the minute something bad happened. He was still reluctant to go, but he'd do anything to see a smile light up his mother's face. He picked out an outfit that wasn't too worn out and was at least somewhat clean. It's kind of hard to have clean clothes with a broken washer. He settled for a plain T-shirt, a pair of jeans that still fit him, or at least weren't too tight, a pair of snug sneakers, and his leather jacket. Breakfast was the food he'd managed to steal from a coworker at the mechanic shop, the man not even noticing that some of his sandwiches had gone missing. He gave the other to his mom, who accepted it with suspecting eyes.

"Do you know where the keys are? We've got to go soon."

"They're somewhere in my drawers." He jogged up to his room and started fishing around. Some loose change here, an old wrestling action figure there, and… Dean froze when he saw the cracked picture frame that covered his keys. He grabbed the keys and pocketed them, but couldn't help picking up the old photo. A six year old version of himself stood in between his beautiful mother and… And his dad. He was almost the spitting image of the man. Hair, build, dimples and all. The eyes were the only way his mother could tell them apart was an old joke when they were still a family. His dad had his arms around him and smiled warmly and lovingly down at his son. His mom giggled at the two of them. That had been the day they'd all gone to an amusement park. They'd gone to a water park, ridden roller coasters and fast spinning rides, a ferris wheel, even the drop ride that had him clinging to his mother, though he'd never admit it.

"Jon?!" she called from downstairs. Dean quickly wiped the tears out of his eyes and set the picture down before heading back downstairs. His mother met him halfway, saying she'd fix his room, as best as she could (messy wouldn't even begin to describe), while he warmed the car up. She picked up clothes strewn across the floor and opened his curtains. She'd just finished straightening up his bed when she saw the picture. It was one of the only good memories she had left of her time with her husband. She sighed, knowing Dean would never get rid of it, and joined her son. She got in the driver's seat and drove him to school. Once they got there, she leaned over in her seat and kissed him light my on the cheek. "Will you be fine getting home?"

"It's only a couple minutes walk, mama." He kissed her cheek as well before saying, "... I-I love you." She was about to cry right then and there. Rare it was to hear him say those words. They weren't something he threw around lightly, not since... She beamed.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I'll see you tonight." She watched her son go from her sweet, loving son to cold, angry, and bitter as soon as he was spotted. She sighed and drove off, hoping the first day would go as planned. Dean, oblivious to his mother's conflicted thoughts, walked towards his usual seat out front. He was surprised to see the pretty boy across the street occupying it. 'Don't. He doesn't even know you yet. Don't push him away now.' Before he had to tell him to get up, the boy looked at him and started heading in his direction. Huh, that was new. People usually ran the other way when he was around.

"Hey, Jonathan. Do you remember me?" Dean glared at him. Stay calm. Keep it cool.

"Yeah. You're the pretty boy from across the street… Colby, right? Thanks for the pie by the way. 'Preciate it…" Seth was surprised by his sudden kindness. When they'd met, it certainly hadn't been the most pleasant experience.

"You're welcome… Do you have your class schedule on you?"

Dean scoffed, " 'Course I do." He fished out a crumpled piece of paper from his jeans pocket. Seth looked it over with surprise.

"We have the exact same schedule! Who woulda thought, right?" Dean frowned at him, looking for himself to confirm the statement. Huh, what do you know? There was much more to it than either of them knew.

"So, I'm stuck with you everyday?"

"Hey!"

"It wasn't an insult," the brunette said with his hands up.

"Well, if we're gonna be seeing each other everyday, we should at least hang out a little, right?" He gestured towards the bench that held his backpack. Dean contemplated it for a moment. On one hand, he didn't trust the blonde as far as he could throw him, which was pretty far if he had anything to say about it. On the other, he was actually being nice to him. He wouldn't turn away from him for now. He followed Seth to the bench.

"Alright then. I'm game if you are, pretty boy."

"I have a name, Jona-"

"It's just Jon." Dean deadpanned.

"Jon. Okay."

"Besides, I'd much rather call you pretty boy than Colby." Seth pursed his lips, but decided to let it go. He'd have to get used to it eventually. Be nice, and be his friend, even if it was no simple task. Besides, he promised his dad and Dean's mom anyway. "It's the only thing that describes you..." Seth blushed slightly at that.

"Y-You think I'm pretty?" he asked. Dean shrugged.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You want me to show you around?" Seth nodded after giving him a confused and embarrassed look. Well, this year just got a lot more interesting.

Closing A/N: Just a quick comment. Everyone calls the boys their actual names until a certain part of the plot happens (no spoilers), but I'll still refer to them as their wrestling persona names. Let me know what you think so far and I'll see you next chapter!