Author's Notes:

First off, this is a yaoi story. As in guys kissing and having relations together. This is also a Yuri story (more the less shoujo-ai). Which means there's girl on girl relationships. Got a problem with it? Run AWAY! NOW!

-Looks around at remaining people-...wow...it suddenly got very empty in here...o.o Anyway, this is a story my friend Clowie and I are writing. She owns most of the male characters, I own what's left of the guys, and all the girls. Damien's really a character from my story (which is moderatly popular on a different site) CWB. This is like a prequal to that. Ummm...I think that's all I have to say right now...this is kind of a short chapter, the next would should be longer and the plot should get in-corporated with it...along with the hot yaoi and stuff!

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Razorblade Romance:

Allan Wile sat very quietly, feeling incredibly stupid. He was in the headmaster's office of his school, his best friend Damien Wolfe sitting next to him. Damien didn't look worried that they were getting in trouble at all. His icy blue eyes were coldly regarding the Headmaster, as he asked the two questions. Allan wished he could be like Damien sometimes, not care about school or anything else for that matter. But he knew that was a ridiculous wish. In all the times they had gotten in trouble together, in all their 16 years, Allan had never been the one who was going to do the talking and get them out of it. That was always what Damien did.

"If being caught smoking on campus wasn't enough, upon further expection of your belongings Mister Wolfe, we discovered several bottles of what appear to be alchohalic substances..." Headmaster Jones said, rather loudly, as if he were talking to someone in the other room, rather than people in front of him.

"Don't know what you're talking about." Damien said, not taking his eyes off of Jones. "Never drank beer or anything like it in my life. Are you sure it was my stuff? Not someone else's in the room? I mean, there are a lot of guys in there, maybe you got someone else's things confused for mine. As far as the whole smoking thing goes, I already told you it was my first try and I won't do it again. And Allan here, he didn't even try a drag. He just came along because I was there, and like a good little boy didn't want anything to do with the cigs. So suspend me, or whatever you're gonna do, just don't get Allan into it." He flashed a smile at Allan, who shrank back into the hard, wood chair he was sitting in. Damien had become an accomplished liar over the years, but Allan doubted he could get away with this. Jones had evidence. And Damien had admitted to smoking on school grounds.

"Unfortunatly, you can't get suspended for smoking, because you didn't provide the cigaretts. You do have detention for two weeks, and Mr. Wile has it for a week. I would have expected him to know better than to hang around with a bunch of...hoodlums..." Jones glared at Allan, not seeing Damien rolling his eyes.

"Yes, sir, I won't do it again..." Allan muttered, afraid to make his voice too loud.

"Very well, dismissed." Jones called. Allan and Damien both filed out of the room, back into the empty halls. It had to be class time, 3rd hour maybe...Allan sighed with relief, glad to be out of the stuffy room and out from under the sharp eyes of Jones. Damien didn't seem to be the least bit shook up about the meeting. Then again, Damien was used to it. No matter how many times Allan went into that office, he never got used to it.

"I can't believe I got 2 weeks detention for being caught smoking!" Damien rolled his blue eyes again. "Adonis got caught last week andhe only got two days."

"Yeah, but that was really Adonis' first offense...and it was the first time he ever smoked...so Jones probably decided to let him off easy..." Allan mumbled. He was missing pre-calculus right now...knowing his luck, he was missing something important too.

"So what? It's still not fair...I guess I won't be smoking in the bathroom's any more..." He sighed, running his fingers through his black hair. "What class you have right now?"

"Pre-calculus..." He answered.

"Hmm...sounds really boring...let's just skip second hour, and go to class at third. We're not going to miss anything important anyway..." He smiled at Allan.

"But I...er...okay..." Allan smiled weakly, wishing he hadn't agreed to it. He really did enjoy calculus...well...pre-calculus...but Damien wouldn't understand that. He'd drag him with him, even if he told him he wanted to go to class.

"Great! Do you want to go hang out in the commons? We could go outside too...looks kinda cold though..." He said. Allan shrugged. "Kinda cold" was an understatement if he had ever heard one. It had been snowing for days, and was probably below zero degrees. "Come on Allan, I know you have an opinion. That's your problem, you never speak up...oh well, if you don't care, than I guess we can go outside...do we really need jackets? It can't be that bad..." He smiled at him. Allan only nodded.

"Jesus christ, what the hell's your problem today?" Damien growled, finally getting sick of Allan's sullen behavior.

"Nothing...I just...damn it Dami, you almost got me in trouble again! I'm getting a criminal record! I'm not going to get into a good college because of you!" He barked. Damien almost laughed.

"Criminal record? You don't honestly think they write that shit down on your 'permanent record' do you, Al? Even if they did, you've never done anything wrong. Just hanging out with the wrong people. They can't write you down for that." Damien smiled reassuringly at him.

"Yeah, I know...I just worry..." Allan sighed. No arguing with him. "Are we going to have detention together or what?"

"Well, knowing Jones, he's going to want to seperate us. But don't worry, ha, sorry, couldn't resist...umm....what was I saying? Oh yeah, I'll make sure we have detention together..." He turned into the corridor leading into the rooms.

"Okay...I don't want to be in detention by myself..." Allan said.

"I know. See Al, what would you do without me? Erm...don't answer that..." Allan actually laughed at that.

What would he do without Damien? A hell of a lot. He wouldn't have to deal with getting in trouble almost every day, he'd probably have more time to do his homework, he'd never have to worry about being kicked out of school. He often thought his life would be much easier without his companion, but he knew better. Without Damien he would never have made any friends, or been introduced to a lot of things from the outside world. He had always had such a sheltered life. And Damien was his best friend. He had always been there for him, always stood up for him, without Damien he would just be...empty...

"Damien, where are we going? We just passed our room..." Allan pointed out.

"Don't really know...I'm just trying to kill time, I don't really want to go outside." Damien told him.

"Right..." He wasn't even going to ask, he wasn't in the mood.

"Maybe we should go back into the...oh...fuck..." Damien stopped in the hallway, Allan, who had been lagging behind, almost smacking into him.

"What?...Shit..." Right in front of Damien, was Allan's pre-calculus teacher.