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This is a veeeery short little one-shot for Freak-of-Spade's challenge thingie... go check it out, it's on her page on , of course.

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September had come around, bringing sulky teens back to school, that cold weather that makes your breath sort of smoke and Jamie was not amused

September had come around, bringing sulky teens back to school, that cold weather that makes your breath sort of smoke and Jamie was not amused. Not only was he already regretting his sixth form subject choices, he was also sincerely regretting dumping Benji. Okay… okay… so it was the other way around, Benji dumped him, but hey! He suggested it before his dick of an ex actually did it. Oh yeah, and back to the first point? French completely wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, for a start, he was stuck sitting next to Georgette, who was a complete whore; she also, in the humble opinion of Jamie and his friends, had a huge ass.

“The thing about Georgette is that she’s…she’s a widespread kind of woman, you know?” muttered Jamie during assembly one morning shortly after then dumping episode. His friend Alec, sitting to his right, stirred slightly from his sleepy state and frowned. Jamie flicked his eyes in a meaningful manner to where Georgette was sitting. Alec suppressed a fit of giggles as he understood the joke. The seat the blonde girl was seated upon was certainly not large enough for her rear. The pair laughed quietly until the end of assembly, and both were given a stern look by the headmaster as he left the hall.

Anyway, Jamie was acting his age, and had melodramatically put it to Alec, that he was caught in an ‘ocean of depression deeper than the actual sea’. Alec didn’t get it, he just sort of, cocked his head at Jamie, ruffled his wavy dark hair and laughed at him. Jamie was trying to being depressed and his best friend wasn’t helping him much. He was also in desperate need of a boyfriend and was, he believed the term was, on the rebound.

That made it so much easier for Clint

Jamie was sketching moodily in a corner of the art room, trying to ‘be inspired’ and was interrupted rudely by someone sitting down next to him, snapping him out of his artistic reverie. He decided to say as such.

“You just snapped me out of my artistic reverie!” he hissed, looking up at the strange intruder. The boy raised an eyebrow at Jamie;

“Riiight, reverie, sure.” Then the boy laughed slightly. Jamie looked at him oddly, trying to work out whether or not the scruffy teen before him was attractive enough to be his rebound boyfriend, on whose shoulder he could cry.

Before he could decide as such, soft lips met his in a sweet and unexpected kiss. A tongue swiped across his bottom lip and then his lip was bitten teasingly. Then the boy pulled away.

“Hi, I’m Clint, I’m your new boyfriend” stated the boy, smiling widely, grey eyes amused. He said nothing else, just stood up, depositing a piece of paper on the table and grinning, before leaving the art department. Jamie was dumbstruck. He glanced at the note on the table. It had a number scrawled untidily across it in an orange pencil. He smiled slowly and quietly to himself; confused, but quite at ease with the whole situation somehow. He slipped the number into his pocket for later, and started to get on with his artwork, feeling considerably more cheerful than prior to the unexpected kiss.

The absurdity of what had happened, was that Jamie was sure Clint didn’t even do art, so shouldn’t have been in the department.

A couple of months later, Benji was a dim, best forgotten, somewhat unpleasant memory, and Clint was still very much around. Winter had truly taken hold, and Jamie and Clint were wandering home from school, idling in the town. Jamie held a camera, taking photos of the frost on the windows and stray icicles for his art project. Clint ushered him from place to place, pointing out excitedly at everything and anything that could be of use, cheeks flushed, tousled red hair a mess in the windy weather. Jamie grinned at him and followed obediently, feeling cold, but content.

Jamie didn’t really notice where they were going, too wrapped up in the camera, but stopped, confused, when they reached the edge of the park.

“Are we going in the park?” he asked, confused. Clint shrugged, grabbing Jamie’s hand and starting to walk in a meandering manner. His warm fingers threaded through Jamie’s injected a flicker of life into the dark haired teen’s numb hand. “Where are we going then?” questioned Jamie, letting the redhead drag him along regardless of the answer.

“Nowhere” replied Clint with a smile, slowing slightly, so they could walk side by side.

“Okay” mumbled Jamie quietly, smiling to himself and snuggling down into his scarf a little, bumping shoulders with his taller boyfriend slightly as they walked.

“I bought you some Fruit Pastilles” said Clint after a while. Jamie whooped and flung his arms around Clint, digging a cold hand in the taller boy’s pocket and drawing out the packet. Despite Jamie’s love for the sweets and his great dislike of letting anyone else eat even one… they shared the packet.

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