Warrenty Not Gaurenteed, a Romance fanfic

Okay, for those of you (read: none) who have been waiting for the sequel of My Special Number, thanks, and here you go.

James rested his head on his desk and groaned. It was the first day back to school after Christmas break and he was damn tired. On New Years Eve (which had been spent with his mothers parents) he had somehow accidentily gotten hold of spiked eggnogg, which had given him what he swore was an extended hangover. His mother disagreed, and pointed out it was most likely from staying up until 4 in the morning every night; she was after an expert on hangovers.

"The diffrence between a prepositional phrase and an infinitive is..." The homeroom bell had barely rung and his first period English teacher had alreay started class. No "how was your break?" from her, nope. She was strictly business. James was moments from falling asleep when the classroom door was practically slammed shut. He snapped to attention; no way was he going to get a report for sleeping in class the first day back, Henry would kill him.

The elder boy often hounded him when James recived reports for dumd things like sleeping during class or chewing gum. To the blond, chewing gum in class was fully acceptable as was catching up on sleep so he could function properly. Besides, how much of this stuff was he really going to use in real life? Who cared if you used an infinitive phrase or a prepositional phrase? And how often would someone ask you for the entire layout of a frogs intestines? Probably never.

"James plaese raise your hand," Mrs. Ratcher ordered.

"I didn't do it!" was his autimatic answer as he jolted back to the real world. "I wasn't sleeping during class!"

The curly haired woman raised an eyebrow at his decliration. "That's nice to know, maybe this time you will acctually pass my chapter test."

"Huh? What chapter test?"

"Never mind." Mrs. Burbon turned to a redhead boy standing next to her.When'd he get here? James wondered. "I'm sure that by now you've figured out who James is. Your seat is next to his, and he will show you around. Now, as I was saying the way you can tell if something is an infinitive phrase or a prepositional phrase is..."

The boy took the seat next to James and leaned arcoss the isle. "What page are we on?"

James blinked at him for a moment then looked down at his closed book. "I have no idea."

"And then Expo decided my shoe was a chew toy and mauled it, with help from Sunny of course." Henry sat back in his chair next to Rebecca's and sighed. "So that's pretty much what the rest of my winter break was. The puppies and Peanut caused chaos on universal levels and I cleaned up all the mess they made."

"Interesting. I put up with the annoying family of doom."Rebecca looked up from her food tray. "Did you know my mom and aunt swear that your secretly gay and cheating on me with James?" Henry snorted his amusement. "I'd tell them your bi, but somehow I don't think that will go over too well."

"What wouldn't go over too well?" asked James as he sat down in an aisle seat.

"Telling my mom you two are bi." The teenage girl cocked her head to the side and forrowed her brow as she looked at the redhead who sat down next to James. "Who are you?"

James looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "What do you mean- oh. Hah, you weren't talking about me. This," he inclined his head towards the other boy," is Matt. Matt this is Henry and Rebecca."

"Nice to meet you," said Matt offering his hand. The two blackhaired teens merely nodded, Rebecca slightly more enthusiasticly. Akwardly Matt lowered his hand to the table.

"So," James turned to Henry, "did the dogs pee in the seats?"

"Yup, right where I normally sit." James winced in smpathy.

"I feel for you man. My class hamster did that in second grade, and I still can't sit in the seat without having to wash my pants in germ-x afterwards."

Rebecca laughed into her milk, and came up coughing.

"Are you okay?" asked Matt.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she gasped.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Rebecca hiccuped and it was followed by a small cough. "It's all good."

During the remainder of lunch the two exchanged similar words, but with more and more ease. By the time rebecca and Henry had to go back to class, Matt and Rebecca had held more conversation with each other than with the other two boys.

“Whee, I’s got me a new buddie!” cheered Rebecca as she bounded over to Henry and James during break. She waved a slip of notebook paper around as she hopped in a circle. Henry and James exchanged concerned looks. Had someone given her Peeps again?

“Who?” asked the blond.

“Matt! He gave me his e-mail address so we could send stuff to each other.”

“He better be prepared for large amounts of chain mail,” Henry whispered to James.

“Hey! I don’t send you guys that much stuff!” Rebecca crossed her arms indignantly.

“Of course you don’t,” said James. “Only enough so that when my e-mail died last Tuesday, I was able to bury it in you mail.”

His only resonpse was an eye roll as Rebecca hauled her heavy backpack off the floor and went to class.

I’ve been having some writers block issues. This is the first chapter, though I may replace it with another version of the sequel if this one doesn’t work out. So yeah. Review please, it'll make me happy and fight writers block.