A/N: Hi hi! It's me, obviously! Uh, I wanted to write a Valentines day story, so here it is! about a month and a half too late! Yay for procrastination! Woo! Um, before you read THIS IS A SLASH, like guys-making-out slash. So deal with it bi-atch! Oh, and I'm a girl, so if some of this is incorrect, I'm not gonna change it to make it more inappropriate. So deal.

I'm sorry if this is really bad and the characters will change and have mild schizophrenia because about half of it was written after reading other peoples (slash) stories, and the other half was written after I was working on my mythology story.

"He can't see you if you're looking at him from around a wall. Do you think he has x-ray vision or something?" I asked my friend Carla as she stalked Ben Matthews. "Why do you like him anyway? You know he's a player."

"He's so cute," she whispered. "And he plays football."

"And all the girls in school. News flash, Juliet! He's probably more interested in getting in your pants than going on a second one-night stand," I snapped harshly.

"Well aren't you the romance police, Mr. None-of-the-guys-here-are-emo-enough-for-my-hot-ass!" she snapped back. "Honestly Guy, look at him!"

"What am I looking for?" I asked sarcastically after studying him for five seconds.

"It's Valentines Day, damnit!" she said after hitting me on the back of the head.

"OH! So you think he's gonna screw twice as many girls today, and that you could be one!" She made a face at me.

"Do you think he'd talk to me?" she asked nervously.

"Pull down your shirt and act slutty and he will." She squealed, hugged me and pulled her halter-top lower before walking up to Ben. I followed at a distance, interested to hear what would happen.

"Hey," Carla greeted. Ben looked down her shirt and smirked.

"Hey you."

"So, are you going to the dance tonight?" she asked.

"I am now. So are you." He slid his arm around her waist and as she giggled nervously.

"Ugg! Gag me!" I muttered. They talked for a little while longer while I made my escape to the roof of the school. I looked down from my superior perch at the field and the courtyard below, each filled with noisy students. Carla's bright red hair and the fact that she was sucking face with Ben made it easy to find her. I also saw Jake, Sam and Laura, my three best friends. They were talking, laughing, not being whore-ish. Basically, being normal. I glanced back at Carla; still making out with Ben. Eww!

"Eww what?" asked a guy behind me. I spun around to face the intruder on my peace. A boy stood five feet away, floppy brown hair falling in his brown eyes. He was wearing a brown jacket, a black shirt with Professor Snape looking all awesome, black baggy jeans and vans.

"Eww what?" he repeated.

Well certainly not you!

"My friend is being a whore and has been making out with Ben Matthews for the past five minutes, and she's about to be arrested for indecent exposure.

"Ah." He sat down beside me. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he ignored me and looked over the school grounds like I had been doing.

"I haven't seen you around."

"I'm new," he said absently. "Is that your friend?"

"Red hair, low shirt..."

"Short skirt."

"Yeah." He whistled at that.

"God you are such a typical male! Stop undressing her with your eyes!" I scolded.

"Oh come on! Like you don't wanna?" he protested, brown hair falling in his face.

"No," I mumbled uncomfortably, blushing. "She's not my type." He laughed, flicking his goddamn shiny hair out of his eyes, just so it could fall again. Suddenly, I had this urge to pet his hair, would it be soft? Stop! Bad thoughts! He probably wasn't even gay; he was molesting Carla with his eyes! Why were all the hot guys straight?

"You're blushing," he said.

"Am not!" I protested.

"Yes you are!" he laughed, which made me blush harder.

"Stop!" I cried, covering my pink face with my hands. "I'm leaving now!"

"No wait! I'll stop laughing!" he called after me. I shook my head, straightened black hair falling in my eyes as I walked to the stairs that lead off the roof. By that time I had reached the stairs, so I proceeded to stumble down. When I was about half way down one floor, I heard footsteps behind me. I made it to the landing before he caught up with me and pushed me against a wall.

"What-?" I asked before his lips cut me off. He put his hand behind my head and deepened the kiss. Finally he pulled back, both of us breathing hard.

"I don't usually kiss guys when I don't know their names," I gasped.

"You're awfully calm for a guy who just got kissed by another guy. My name's Adam."

"Well, Adam. Did you really think you were the only farie at this school?" I asked as he leaned forwards and kissed me softly, tugging at my lip ring. I moaned softly and he slid his tongue into my mouth. When he finally stopped torturing me, I slid down the wall slightly, but Adam grabbed my waist, smirking. His fingers traced circles on the exposed skin between my skinny jeans and Birthday Massacre t-shirt. I inhaled sharply as he flattened me between him and the wall. He kissed my neck softly, sucking slightly. I closed my eyes and giggled as he started nibbiling my ear.

"Adam! Stop!" I giggled. In response, he kissed my jaw, then my nose, then my lips.

"Shhh," he mumbled into my lips. "Come to the movies with me tonight. Everyone will be at the dance."

"I dunno. I was gonna have so much fun at the dance," I said sarcastically.

"Who were you going with?" he asked, eyes flashing angrily.

"Relax! I was joking!" I kissed his lips softly. He smiled at me.

"So you'll come to the movies with me?"

"See you at...eight?"

"Make it seven and we can go to the Firebowl Café."

"Okay! I love Chinese food!"

"Good! That's something else we have in common." Suddenly, a door slammed somewhere below us, and we realized for the first time that we were making out in a stairwell.

"Guy! Where are you damn it?" Carla yelled up the stairs.

"I'm up here!" I called down.

"Will your friend mind me molesting you?" Adam asked in a low whisper so close to my ear I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"Naw, she'll be fine with it," I whispered back softly, kissing the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding easily past my lips.

"Hey Guy! Thanks for your advice on getting a date with Ben! It worked; I'm going to the dance tonight with Ben Matthews! Jesus Guy! I leave you alone for five minutes and then I come back and find you sucking face with the new guy! Jesus!" Carla exclaimed as she ran up the stairs. I smiled sheepishly at her.

"Uh, Carla this is Adam, Adam this is Carla," I introduced.

"Hi," Adam greeted.

"Hey. So, you guys going to the dance tonight?"

"Nope!" I smiled. "We're going to a movie, just 'cause no one else will be!" Carla laughed.

"I guess you're right there," she admitted.

"Carla?" a voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm up here baby!" Carla called down.

"Who?" Adam asked.

"Ben," Carla smiled.

"Eww!" Adam said softly. I laughed and kissed his cheek softly.

"YOU HAVE A FAG FOR A FRIEND!?" Ben roared as he stepped onto the landing. We all just stared at Ben, Carla looking pleading, Ben furious, and Adam and me sort of worried. I mean, come on! This guy was captain of the football team! We're talking' 6'4", 200 pounds of pure muscle.

"Ben," Carla started slowly. "It doesn't matter that I have a friend that you don't like. He's not hurting you."

"Carla, baby. He is hurting me. He's hurting you, so he's hurting me."

"How is he hurting me?" she asked, shocked.

"God you're such a stupid little whore! He's fucking gay! How does that not hurt you?"

"He's my best fucking friend, and I don't care if he's fucking gay!" she yelled at him angrily. Without warning, he lashed out, slapping her on the cheek. She stumbled back a step and glared at him.

"Now," he said. "Your fag friend needs to be taught that our school doesn't like homos. In fact, any and all homos are beaten by me."

"What the hell?" she asked incredulously.

"I just said, that I'm gonna beat the shit out of your fucking fag friend," he said dangerously, eyes flashing.

"Ben! Don't you fucking touch him!" Carla screamed, hanging onto his arm. He threw her into a wall, and she immediately collapsed.

"Carla!" I yelled. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

"Now who's the angry one?" Ben commented nastily.

"If you touch her again I swear I'll kill you!"

"You?" he laughed. "You couldn't kill a chicken!"

"Fuck off!" Adam told him.

"Ooooo! Gonna let your fag boyfriend fight for you?"

"Just shut up and fuck off!"

"Why don't you, fag?" he spit in my face. Adam took an angry step forwards, and Ben slugged him, knocking him back into the wall where he crumpled on the ground. He turned away from me, facing Adam, preparing to break every bone in his body. I grabbed his head and pulled back, digging my nails into his face as I pulled. He roared, and arched his back, trying to throw me off. I pulled my knee up and slammed it into the small of his back, over and over again, as hard as I could. He stumbled backwards and slammed me into the wall, knocking me off, then kicked me repeatedly. I curled into a ball, with my arms around my head and neck to protect them. Fortunately for me, Adam soon came and attacked Ben the same way I had. Ben growled, threw Adam off his back, grabbed Carla, who was still unconscious, and held her in front of him like a human shield. Damn, the one thing he knew we wouldn't hit. I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, leaving a bloody streak on my hand.

"Put her down!" I told him.

"Or what? You gonna scratch me again?"

"Looks like a cat attacked you," I told him. And it was true; he had long red marks from his mouth to his ears.

"Don't you know that aggravating me isn't a good idea right now?" he sneered at me. I didn't respond but saw Adam walking quietly behind Ben.

"Just put her down, damn it!" I demanded, trying to keep him talking so he wouldn't hear Adam. Luckily, it worked; Adam got behind Ben and hit him in the back with his messenger bag and Ben collapsed on top of Carla.

"Jesus, Adam! Remind me not to get on your bad side!" I said as we pulled Ben off Carla. She was still unconscious, lying in a heap under Ben. Adam smiled mischievously.

"I could fly into a rage and tie you to a bed and rape you over and over again!"

"Yeah, I'm sure." I muttered. Carla groaned, and we turned back to the task at hand. "Besides...well, never mind, it would be you raping me. Okay! I surrender!"

"Aha! I knew it! You folded like a card!"

"'Folded like a card'?"

"Shut up! Don't mock my awesome insults!"

"Huh?" Carla mumbled.

"Carla! Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why shouldn't I be? What happened?"

"Uh, the love of your life is a homophobe, so he started beating up me and Adam, and when you tried to stop him, he threw you into a wall and you were knocked out."

"Ah. Are you guys okay?" she asked.

"We hauled your fat ass out from under Ben, so that has to count for something," Adam said.

"Thanks. That was really appreciated. So you guys aren't hurt or anything?"

"Well, I got slammed into a wall and kicked, and Adam got almost the same."

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't know he was a homophobe."

"It's okay. I guess."

"So. You wanna come see a movie with us tonight?" Adam invited.

"Nah, I'll let you two go lick each others wounds in a dark theater alone," she declined.

"We would keep it PG-13 for all you kiddies at home!" I said, wrapping my arms softly around Adam's waist.

"Are you sure we could do that?" Adam teased, turning his head to look at me.

"Come on, guys! You just got beat up for being gay! Give it a rest for five minutes!" Carla protested.

"Let's just go downstairs," Adam suggested. So we descended the stairs and emerged to find nothing had changed from the time we entered the staircase to the time we left. People were still talking loudly, playing football, making out. I smiled.

"I wonder who's gonna find Ben unconscious on the stairs?" Adam asked.

"He'll probably wake up in the middle of the night and stumble down the stairs, then sleep some more on the middle of the field. Then when people start coming to school in the morning they'll see him and freak out! Let's get here early!" Carla exclaimed.

"No!" I protested. "We can't just leave him there! First of all, what if he dies 'cause he got a concussion or something. Secondly, what do you think he's gonna tell the teachers when he wakes up?" I asked. "He's gonna make it seem like he was the victim! We gotta look scared and run into one of the offices like 'Ben Matthews beat us up!'"

"Yeah, that's probably the better idea." Carla agreed.

"Or we could go to the nurse's office crying and be like 'Ben Matthews beat us up!'" Adam suggested.

"Okay." So we stumbled into the nurse's office sniveling loudly.

"Oh, my dears! What happened?" asked the kindly old nurse.

"Mrs. Simmons, we were talking in the stairwell that leads up to the roof when Ben came up the stairs, yelled a bunch and started beating them up!" Carla explained.

"Oh poor dears! I'll get you some ice!" she bustled about getting ice for us, then made us sit down on the beds. "And you were just talking you say and he just came and started beating them up?" she interrogated Carla.

"Well ma'am," she started, and with a nod from Adam and me, "They're gay, and I guess Ben is a homophobe, so he got sort of angry."

"Oh," she nodded. "And where were you during this fight?"

"Well, Guy told me that I tried to stop Ben from beating them, but he threw me into a wall, and I blacked out." The nurse tisked and made Carla sit down on a bed too. I stuck my tongue out at her as the nurse turned and walked out the door, leaving us alone.

"Ha! Who's high and mighty standing up now?" I laughed at her.

"Well, you aren't standing either," she pointed out.

"Adam! She's being mean to me! Make her stop!" I whined.

"She's your friend, not mine." I stuck my tongue out at him too.

"How could you be so cruel? After I willingly made out with you in a stairway!"

"Yeah, well, um...go fuck yourself!" Adam retorted.

"Actually, I think Guy wants you to do that," Carla giggled. I shot her a death glare.

"Damn Carla, aren't you a little psychic!" I muttered sarcastically.

"Well dears," Mrs. Simmons said, returning. "I have notified the principal, and they are going to bring Ben down here. Maybe it would be best if you left."

"Okay," I agreed for all of us. We all stood and walked back to the courtyard, grinning slightly.

"Yay! We won! Now they aren't gonna think that we killed Ben!" I did a little dance.

"Wow, um. That's special," Adam commented on my dancing.

"Shut up! My dancing is awesome!" I protested.

"Come on Guy! Stop acting like a little girl!" Carla instructed. "Besides, you dance like a little girl too."

"No one understands me! I'm going to go cry and slit my wrists in a corner."

"NO! Don't do that! We can get through this! Suicide is not the option!" Adam cried.

"Don't you mean 'suicide is not the answer'?" I asked, giggling.

"Um, well, maybe."

"God you guys are immature!" Carla rolled her eyes.

"But you love us anyway!" I smiled. Carla just rolled her eyes.

"GUY! I bought you the popcorn! Give me some!" Adam tried to grab the popcorn from me.

"NO! You gave it to me! Therefore making it my popcorn!" I argued.

"Fine!" Adam glared, snatching my soda from my unexpecting hand.

"NOO! You can't just steal a man's soda like that! It's like, unconstitutional or something!"

"No, I'm pretty sure that it isn't in the Constitution that you can't steal a man's soda. Besides, you aren't a man, you're my little farie!" I pouted at him.

"Am not!" I insisted. "I'm not your little farie! Unless you're gonna tie me to a bed and rape me."

"No, I won't do that. But you're still my little farie!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nope!"

"You are! You're mine!" he screeched. Some random guy walking past us looked at Adam like he should be put in an institution. "MINE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM, YOU FARIE STEALER!" he shouted at the guy. The guy (who I am naming Bob) rushed away, trying to get away from the little queers. I laughed and pushed Adam off me.

"You know, we're late for the movie."

"And?"

"I need to see this movie with you because it's gory and I don't like gory movies, so I need to cuddle with big strong he-man Adam!" I cried.

"Uh, okay?"

"You know you want me. You want me so bad. You're really bad at hiding how much you want me," I told him with a straight face.

"Dude, if I wasn't gay I would totally kick your scrawny little ass!"

"But I thought you loved me?" I fake cried, a fake tear slipping down my cheek.

Adam pulled me into a hug. "Aww! It's not that bad! I do love you!" I only fake cried harder, until I positioned my head right where I wanted it, on his shoulder right were his shoulder and neck meet. I kissed his neck suddenly, licking and nipping softly before he could push me off him. He moaned softly.

"Like that?" I giggled, my mouth right next to his ear.

"Just get to the movie!" I reached down and intertwined my hand with his, and we walked happily into some gory movie, of which I saw very little.

"Adam!" I whined quietly as I covered my eyes with my hand as one of the whores got their stupid blonde head chopped off. "Adam why did we go to this movie?"

"Because you wanted a reason to cuddle and end up making out the entire movie. Which, I might point out, you haven't done yet," he reasoned.

"Oh. Sorry," I muttered as I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"That all you got?" he asked softly.

I grabbed his chin, turning his face towards me, capturing his lips with mine. I moved them slowly, nipping his lip softly. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back slightly. I couldn't resist, so I kissed his neck, licking and biting until all he could do was sit there and enjoy my form of farie torture.

"Stupid whore..." he breathed.

"Me or the whore who just got killed?" I whispered, my mouth right next to his ear. He just moaned softly as I kissed right under his ear.

"You should really be arrested for doing that," he whispered.

"Why? Can't you concentrate on something else?" I asked, wickedly kissing and nibbling on his ear.

"No. You're all I can think about. Specifically you, me, a bed..." he trailed off, kissing my mouth softly. "You up for it?"

I kissed him vigorously. "What do you think?" I whispered in a really low voice. "Besides, I just turned into your personal genie, and I'm granting you one wish. Make it a good one and you might get another..."

A/N: Yeah, so here it is. I really like refering to gay guys as "farie". Mainly because of that one time my friend and I hung out with a gay couple for about 2 hours. Please review!! It would mean the world to me!