But with that, I'll leave it at that. No need to know too much about me.

My councilor printed off both our new schedules and we were off. Lunch had just ended and we both headed up to our last class of the day, Chemistry. The one class I can actually stand and I have a good seat in the class, along with a teacher that isn't racists against Europeans. I walked into class with Ludwig behind me and I found my seat. Since no one sits next to me I directed him to sit across from where I sat. I only had one other friend in this class so it was kind of lonely, especially when so friend happened to be absent or just decided to skip (which sadly enough, happened a lot).

Our teacher walked right on in right as the late bell rang, signaling time to start classes and mark the dumbasses that where late to class. The chemistry teacher looked like a chemistry teacher, kind of old, short to nearly no hair on the top of his head, glasses and wore beige slacks with a sweat shirt covering his polo shirt. He was also very devoted to all of his 120 students. And his name…. well it's not really important is it? I call him Barr, Mr. Barr.

Class began with our daily journal, we'd write down the important facts that we'd learn through the day and then get to what the main subject of class would be. Today happened to be acids and bases, one of my favorite parts of chemistry, we'd get mess around with different chemicals and all that fun stuff. I became Ludwig's new lab partner. We walked over to the black lab tables and found one of the stations all set up and ready to go with our test tubes, beakers and graduated cylinders. We were then told to wear safety goggles and I went to grab them from the back corner of the room. He then put on his glasses and I put on mine. He was truly a smart student… it made the little crush I already had on him even worse…. I could feel my face growing more and more red as I stared at him while he did the more technical stuff of out lab (measuring out the acids and bases and mixing them together, neutralizing them in the process).

I believe he noticed me staring. "Do you need something? Would you like to do the experiment?"

I then shook my hands nervously in front of me, shaking my head no, "No no no, it's fine! I'm sorry."

I quickly looked down at my lap and put my hands together, now looking at them instead of him. 'Damnit Feli, pull yourself together!' My face needs to stop being so red, he's going to notice and think I'm sick or crazy, maybe he'll even find out that I'm gay. My life is over, maybe I'll ask my damned history teacher to kill me off, he'll be happy to do it.

And then I hear it, "Are you okay Feliciano?"

I looked up with more red in my face, "Yes, I'm fine." I stared into his dark ocean blue eyes. My face is too red. He's so hot….

He then put his hand under the hair on my forehead, checking to see if I was feverish, I believe. 'Damnit, I need to get out of here.' I quickly ran over to Mr. Barr's desk and asked to use the restroom. I was out of the room in less than three seconds. I ran to the bathroom, opened the door and went into one of the stalls. I punched the brick wall and felt the redness in my face slowly fading away.

"It's cold in here, unlike Barr's room, I thought I was going to faint."

A few minutes went by and I heard the door open and close a few times, men using the restroom, urinals and a toilet flushing. But the door opened one last time and I heard my name being called with that German accent.

"Feliciano, are you still in here?"

I was hesitant to answer but I did, "Yes I am. Sorry."

"Are you feeling okay? Should I take you down to the nurse?"

I opened the door to my stall, "No I'm fine, it was just really hot in Barr's room and I needed to cool down."

"You did look a little warm, but it's even warmer in here. This helped you cool down?"

It's like he can see through my lies, this guy is too good. "It doesn't really matter." I looked down at my watch and noticed that school was almost finished. "We should get back to class, school is almost out."

"Oh sure, yes."

We then walked back to Barr's room and cleaned up our mess and packed up before the bell rang. Once the bell rang, I was out of the door faster than anyone. 'I need to get out of here.' I made it down all the stairs and through the back doors of the school and ran into the parking lot in search of my little Volvo. I then felt a very familiar hand land itself on my shoulder as I made it to the car and dug in my pocket for the keys. I looked behind me to see Ludwig…

"You're a very fast runner, you should consider track for a sport." His breathing wasn't at all heavy like mine was, it's like he walked here with no hassle and it's a long run to get from chemistry down to the parking lot.

"Ya… so, why try and ketch up to me?"

"Your parents or consolers didn't tell you who my transfer family was?"

"Why would I need to know that?"

"Because I need to go home with you and your brother is it?"

I could feel my heart exploding into a million pieces and my happiness just crashing into a brick wall… all I had was silence as I unlocked the car and all three of us got in. I couldn't say anything. Roma and Ludwig talked to each other the car way home. They didn't tell me anything about this! Why family? Why?!

I pulled into my family's driveway and everyone but me got out of the car. Ludwig then opened my door and placed his hand on my shoulder, again.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Emm now that you ask that, I'd say no. No I'm not feeling alright and it's all your fault, you can ask my mom why I don't feel good!"

I quickly unbuckled and ran through the front gate of our house and ran through the opened door Roma left open as he came in. I ran up the 16 stairs of our house and straight into my room, closing the door behind me.

Ludwig then took the keys out of the car and shut the car door and opened the back door to grab my backpack that I left in the car. He grabbed both our bags and closed the door. He went through and closed the small front metal gate and went through and closed the dark wood door to the house. He set our things on the dining room table just left of the door and called for my mother.

"Miss Vargas… I need to speak with you."

A voice from what sounded like the back porch answered his call, "I'll be right there Ludwig…"

My mother with her long brown hair and honey comb eyes just like me opened the back door with gardening gloves still on and an apron covering her. She shut the door and took off her gloves and untied he apron from the back and laid them on the kitchen table.

"Yes Ludwig, your day has been good so far?"

"Yes, I believe it has but I think I may have upset Feliciano…"

"Oh? How so?"

"He seems to not want to talk to me and his face grows red whenever I look at him or he looks at me. Is there something wrong with me?"

My mother then began to give a little chuckle, "Oh sweetie, no. There is nothing wrong with you, he's just. He just really likes you."

"Like as his friend?"

"Yes, he doesn't have many friends and can be very shy around new comers, but he'll warm up to you eventually and all that stuff you mentioned will pass."

"Well, that sounds very good. I as well don't have many friends, none here but, I believe we'll get along. So, where was my room again?"

"Oh yes, I'll show you."

My mother lead him up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, ...right next to mine.

"Your things are also in here as well, next to the bed. If you need anything more, Feli will be able to help you. His room is right next to yours." She then led him out to show him that my room was left of his. "And if he doesn't feel like helping you, which I doubt, but you can always ask Roma for help. His room is this way." Mother then led him past my room and the bathroom to Roma's room on the left side of the hallway. "And I'm always here to help. My room is downstairs, past the kitchen."

"Thank you, and is there a husband I should know of as well?"

"Oh no, their father past away years ago, it's just us three."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in anyway."

"No Lud, you're fine. It's okay."

He gave a slight bow of his head and mother went back downstairs to finish her gardening work before she needed to make dinner. Happily, she had the day off from work today to work on the back porch. She loves planting flowers so, whenever she gets the chance she'll be out in the yard. I love my mom, she's perfect.

I laid on my bed, face buried in the pillow, 'I messed up so bad. He probably hates me now.' I couldn't move or breathe, thanks pillow. I then heard a knock on my door. I didn't dare say come in. I could then hear the slight creaking of my door slowly being opened.

"Feliciano, are you okay?"

I waved my hand over my head, "Ya I'm fine just…". My voice was muffled by the pillow but I think he heard most of what I said.

"Well if you say that, then why are you acting as if something is terribly bothering you?" I could then hear his footsteps on the wooden floor coming closer to my bed.

"Don't worry I'm fine… there's nothing to worry about. Just leave me alone."

I felt something then place itself on the edge of my bed, and then, that familiar hand placed itself on my shoulder.

"You know on normal occasions people don't try to burry themselves in their bedding."

I quickly lifted my head off the pillow and instantly felt a redness shoot through my face, "Ya? So what if I care if I accidently kill myself in my bed?! No one will care!"

"If I did something to make you upset with me why don't you tell me so I can fix that?!"

"You did nothing!"

"Then why are you being hostile with me?!"

I could tell in his voice that he didn't want to be yelling but he was because I was. My face hit the pillow again. 'He must hate me.'

"And if you think I hate you, you've got it wrong…"

'He can read freaking minds.' How does he know what I'm thinking always? I looked back from my pillow and stared into his eyes, "If I hated you, I wouldn't even talk to you. In all retrospect, I think you're amazing…"

"Pardon?"

"Umm, never mind. Forget I even said anything." My ears and neck began to feel hot and my face found my pillow again. 'Why did I say that? I didn't mean to.'

"Well, when you feel like you can talk to me, don't be shy in doing so."

I could then feel his weight leaving my bed and his footsteps leaving the room. He shut the door behind him and all I heard was silence.