I actually started writing a story involving some kid and this story's main character's best friend, Chris, but I got bored with that, so I wrote this instead.

I know. This is the second slash oneshot I've posted today. I fail at vacation—it's not my fault! My best friend's in Vegas—besides, she refuses to put me on author alert, so I don't know how much I like her, anyway—and all my other friends are obviously too busy and not bored to call me, or email me, or pop me a message on facebook… I mean, come ON, people. Anyway. I am SO SO SO SO bored. I am about to go on livejournal and read Ryan Ross/ Brendon Urie porn.

Here goes nothing. Oh, and for the people who saw that picture of those guys kissing on my profile—that's what Gabe's wristband looks like. Just for the record.

Only one kind of wrist band would have so many colors on it, Jon decides. It can't mean anything else. That boy over there—the one Jon's been staring at for the past twelve minutes? Yes. He must be gay. Why else would he be wearing a rainbow wrist band? Jon is sure that if he can get close enough, he'd be able to see the words "Gay Pride" etched across it. But he's not sure if he wants to get closer. That boy is strangely intimidating. His eyebrows slant in such a way that makes him look permanently skeptical, like you could just walk up to him and he'd tell you that you were wrong before you even said anything. He's beautiful, though, there's not denying that. Dark hair, tan skin, black clothes and eerily light amber-colored eyes that contrast with the rest of him. Jon can't deny he's attracted to him. But who is he?

"Hey," he asks his friend. "Who is that guy?"

Chris laughs. "You mean the one you've been staring at for the past millennium? I think his name's Gabriel. He's in my art class."

"Is he gay?"

"Gay as his wrist band. Which, if you didn't notice, is a rainbow."

"Yeah. I managed to get that far along in my deductions, thanks."

"You should talk to him."

"Should I?" Jon pushes his light honey-colored hair out of his eyes.

"No, Jonathan, I was kidding. Yes, you should. He's going to see you staring at him, anyway. You might as well."

"Just because he's gay doesn't mean he'll like me."

"Jon," Chris looks up at him, his auburn hair falling into his eyes. "Please. What's not to like?"

Jon smiles. He knows that no matter how gay he is, and no matter how gay Chris is, they'll never fall in love. They're best friends, simple as that. Like Harry and Hermione. Except… less stupid, self-sacrificing, or womanly. Although, Chris's nails are an interesting shade of lavender today. "What if he likes girlier guys, though? Like you?"

Chris snorts. "I'm not girly. I only paint my nails because I like the colors. Besides, nobody here knows…" he trails off, but Jon knows what he was going to say. Nobody here knows I'm gay. And it's true. Nobody in their right mind would suspect Chris Jones of being homosexual, purple nails or not.

"Yeah. Okay, then. I'm gonna go talk to him." Jon breathes in, then out, then slowly walks to where the boy—Gabriel?—is sitting. "Hey," he says. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Hi. Um, yeah. I mean, no, I don't mind."

Jon sits down across from him. "I like your wrist band."

Gabriel smiles. "Thanks. You're Jon, right?"

"Yeah. And you're Gabriel?"

"Ugh," he looks appalled. "Gabe, please."

Jon laughs. The boy is simply so cute when he's flustered. "Hey, how'd you know who I am?"

Gabe looks a little embarrassed. "Well, on my first day here, last week… I kind of… well… I noticed you. You had that shirt on, the one that says 'Straight as a' and then has a picture of a rainbow?" Jon nods. He remembers. "Anyway," Gabe continues, "I just asked some girl who you were, and she told me."

"You… noticed me?" Jon asks.

"Well… yeah. And I was… I don't know… is that guy over there your boyfriend?"

"Who, Ariel?" he wriggles his fingers at Chris, who ignores him. "Nah, he's just my little mermaid."

Gabe raises his strange eyebrows. "Okay… anyway, what I meant to say was… do you think we could… hang out, maybe?"

"I think I can fit you into my schedule."

"Oh, I see that I'm one of many."

"Yes, yes, one of many. There's Chris over there—but god knows he's straight as a fencepost—" NOT "and my cat, not to mention the television and the computer. I have a very busy schedule."

"I understand," Gabe feigns a hurt tone. "Well… I guess I'll see you around…"

"Wait!" Jon calls dramatically, even though the boy is clearly still sitting across the table from him, not having moved an inch. "How about today?"

"After school?"

"Starbucks?"

"You got it."

"I pay," Jon says resolutely.

Gabe shakes his head. "No way. I'm the one who asked you to hang out with me. I'll pay."

"If you insist," Jon grins.

Gabe smiles back. "I think this is going to be interesting."

"I think so, too." He pauses. "I really, really like your wrist band."

"Thanks. You want one? I'm sure I could get one for you from the same place I got mine."

"We should go there together while we're hanging out this afternoon."

Gabe's grin widens. "Sounds like a plan."