What had happened that day had been an accident. Never in his entire time on this earth had Michael ever intended for something like this to happen, least of all with him…

Rafe had never really tried to hide who he was. Everyone knew his sexual preference- the students, the teachers, the administrators- they all acknowledged the fact that he was gay and accepted it as fact. It wasn't that he was blatantly obvious about it- Rafael wasn't the kind of person to flaunt things- but he didn't go out of his way to hide this fact either. In fact, whom he was crushing on was no secret either. Not a day went by without Rafe making a move on Michael in one way or another, whether it was a not so subtle 'goods grab' or verbal flirting. Truth be told, Michael took all this in stride, never truly showing his annoyance with the whole ordeal.

But Michael Fenn was not interested in men, though some questioned it from time to time. Hell, maybe he was bi- it was hard to say- the boy hardly talked to anyone besides Rafael and that Stephanie girl. Sure, the kid had friends, but they were few in number, and even less in appearance. But despite all this- all that common knowledge, no one was sure what would happen in the end.

Quite a few girls rooted for this male couple, finding it 'cute' and 'oh-so-perfect'. After all, the two boys had so much in common- both had been shuffled into the 'emo' category, thanks to their preference of dark colors, screamo bands and their less than sunny dispositions. They were the secret true pairing of the majority of the school's female population, and several girls went out of their way to push the two together. So far, though, nothing they had tried had succeeded. They were close to losing all hope. Until now…


Michael wasn't aware that he wasn't alone until he heard the door to the book room slowly shut behind him. He turned slowly, curious as to who would dare to actually butt into his alone time. The majority of the school avoided him, so who the hell was this? A frown turned his lips at the sight of Rafael, the skinny, dark-haired boy one of the last people he expected to see here. "Hey…" He said quietly, raising a hand in greeting.

Rafael's lips twitched into a smile, and he took a step forward. Michael grew weary as the teen began to approach him, something strange –foreboding- flickering in his eye. "Hey, Michael…" Rafael's voice was a low purr, the tone setting Michael on edge. He found himself taking a step back, then another, his back thudding against the metal shelf behind him. He swallowed, pale blue eyes watching Rafe carefully. "Why are you here all alone?" Rafe murmured, stopping once he was in front of Michael, close enough to touch without hardly any effort. "Don't you get lonely?"

Michael shook his head, wishing silently that he had more space to back up in to. "No, I enjoy my time alone. It's nice."

Rafe 'hmed' deep in his throat, suddenly stepping closer, fingers hooking into the pockets of Michael's jeans. He tugged him forward so their chests were touching, their breath mingling together. "I could show you a nice time…" His was low, husky.

And with that, he pressed his lips to Michael's, the kiss soft yet insistent, some deep need lying underneath.

Michael made a noise of protest as he was forced back against the shelf, Rafael pressing close to him. Michael found himself kissing back, hesitantly at first but with growing intensity as the kiss went on. To be honest, it really wasn't his fault- Rafael was just that good of a kisser.
Rafe's tongue passed over his bottom lip, questing for entrance, and despite himself, Michael parted them, granting him just that. Their tongue's brushed against one another, Rafe briefly exploring the confines of his mouth. Rafe pressed even closer, creating purposeful friction. A low groan welled up in Michael's throat, blue eyes revealing themselves as they flashed open in surprise, only to land on a very stunned Daniel Bellamont in the process. Michael gasped, jerking back, slamming his head against the shelves behind him as Rafael frowned, turning around slowly, one hand still halfway down the other teen's pants.

Daniel was working his jaw, mouth open to speak but no words would come. He just stood there and stared, a strange expression on his face. Finally, it seemed like he found the words as they escaped his lips in a sputter. "I knew you were both fags!" He hissed, pointing with a shaking finger. "Stupid queers. Get a room if you're going to do shit like that."

Rafael's lips curved into a sneer, his eyes narrowing as he responded to Daniel's words in a voice as cool as ever. "Last I checked, dear Daniel, we 'fags' had a room to ourselves before you so rudely decided to barge in. So if you don't mind, we'd be happy if you'd leave us to our own private affairs."

Daniel scowled. "Whatever." His 'enthusiasm' had been stolen by Rafe's unflinching manner. He turned on his heel with one last insult thrown over his shoulder before he stalked out of the room.

Rafe turned with a sigh, looking back down to Michael. "Sorry about that-" he began, but Michael cut him off with a firm shake of his head, his cheeks a deeper red than Rafael had ever seen them.

"No. We're done here." He managed, his voice firm despite how low it was. He squeezed past Rafe quickly, grabbing his things before all but running from the room.

Rafe's expression fell. "Well, so much for that…"