You are all about to say 'That Lucky B****'. My friend found the Susan Kay novel, and is letting me read it! There will probably be some references at some points now. ^_^

Another installment in the Phantom of High School fandom I've started to do. There are MAJOR character changes, but I had to, otherwise I couldn't be lazy and use characters already made up. EVERY CHARACTER IS 15-18! It's not creepy! Here are the pairings:

ExC (guess it?)

RaoulxOC

Cariangi (Our two diva sweethearts)

Flangle (Cute! Two of your young freaks)

GerardxCharles Bloom (I had to include him, he's so cute!)

Sorlippe (The only couple from the book not ever written about)

DarogaxOC

GustavexOC

Squeg (Aww…. Kinda Cute actually)

Girmin (Manger+Ballet Instructor… not bad)

Jamdre (Read the description)

BuquetxOC

Erik wrung his hands incessantly on the bus ride home. He took the city bus that day, as he was running about an hour late because he mom asked him to run a few errands for her. The brown parcels and his backpack were neatly stacked on the seat beside him, so no one would interrupt his thoughts.

"I don't want a birthday… I don't like birthdays… I hate them!"

The flashback of his 5th birthday echoed in his brain. He remembered that woman, that hateful creature he used to call his mother. He now had a foster mom who he had lived with since he was 11. He remembered vividly the days when the men from the Child Protection Agency constantly asked him questions. They once removed his mask, and they deemed him 'a hopeless case'. But one woman stepped up to him and offered to take him home. He was saved, and was living at this house ever since.

His new mom may have liked him, but his father and brother didn't. His father blamed everything on Erik and treated him as a butler. His younger sibling was a spoiled brat and Erik had to do whatever he said. But those days were long gone, and those two now lived somewhere else, his mom's love for her new son too great.

Today was Erik's 17th birthday. And he had a great sense of dread, but he had no idea why. His birthday would usually consist of Dinner at Terre de la Notte, a great French restaurant, which he loved. He actually was hoping to have his first date with Christine there, if he ever had the nerve to ask her. They would usually invite Meg, Daroga and Gerard, as they were his closest friends. After dinner, they would head back to his place to play Halo or watch some movies (usually a musical or opera, Erik's choice) and his mom's famous double-layered, chocolate-strawberry, vanilla frosted birthday cake.

He arrived at his stop, about two blocks from his house. He began the hike toward his home. His home was a pretty good size for two people, really 3 or 4 because Daroga and Gerard nearly lived at his place. It was a nice beige color with clean siding and a good yard. There were a few trees in the backyard, including a tree house that formerly belonged to his younger brother, but was now his small 'central command' for looking into the neighboring homes. It was the tallest tree around, and he could see everyone's home, from Daroga, who lived two houses behind him, to Carlotta, who lived at the end of the street. In his town, everyone lived on about 6 real streets, and the small roads that led off of them. The one who lived farthest was probably Squelch, who lived about a mile from everyone else.

The inside of his home was much different than the outside. The rooms were full of color and life. He slid in to the kitchen, surprised to see no one there. He called for his mom, but stopped when he saw a card on the counter. He picked it up and opened it, inside was a birthday card. He opened it and two tickets fell out. He ignored the pieces of card paper on the counter and read the note:

Dear Erik,

I'm sorry I cannot be with you on your special day. My work has called me away for a while. I'll be back tomorrow at 3. Have fun on your birthday. We'll celebrate in NYC for your annual opera.

He looked at the tickets and howled. They were balcony seats for Faust at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City.

I love you sweetie! –Mom

Erik smiled and placed the pieces of paper back in the envelope, carefully storing them in a drawer above the mantle. He smiled at the thought of NYC and seeing the greatest show on earth. He rushed downstairs into the basement, his 'lair' as he fondly called it. The light switch was at the bottom of the stair. He bolted downwards, into the darkness. He couldn't wait to work on his latest pieces! He flicked on the light.

"SURPRISE!" a mass of people shouted, all waiting for him.

Erik was in shock. Daroga waltzed up to him and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Happy Birthday, mi hermano!"

"D-Daroga! You-You…" Erik stumbled over his words.

"Yep, my idea. I convinced your mom to let us party without parental guidance. That routine of ours was getting old, so I decided to mix things up a bit. You like it?" Daroga gestured with his hand.

"No. I love it! Thank you, man! I-" Erik paused in the middle of his sentence. He saw the familiar hazel curls which could only belong to one person. "You invited…"

"You're welcome. Now, go! Have fun!" Daroga pushed him toward the crowd.

"Bon jour, Erik!" Meg and her twin, Antoinette, waltz up. Meg was a thin, blue-eyed, pristine blonde who was carefree and Erik's better half. Antoinette was a brown-haired, bun-wearing, bossy girl who loved to bring up her superiority to her sister. They kissed him on his cheeks, giggled at his shocked-yet-happy expression, and then went off.

He enjoyed the high-fives, hugs and compliments from people he hardly knew. He suddenly felt a pair of arms ensnare him around the waist. He turned, only to see the face of his angel. He stuttered out, "Oh, uh, h-hi Chr-Christine." Grow some balls, you pansy.

"Great party, Erik! Happy birthday!" He hugged him and he embraced her, smelling the scents of her: chocolate, melon, her own sweet scent and…alcohol? She ran off. He looked around and saw them, Syrah and Joey. They were handing out beer cans. He shrugged it off, knowing there was no stopping them now.

He walked back up the stairs to take a breath. He saw Gerard there, standing by his counter. Erik smiled at him, but felt a certain uneasiness. Gerard smiled back and stepped toward him. Instead of the usual high-five, Gerard embraced the masked composer. This didn't surprise Erik at all. Since the young boy had come out of the closet, Gerard had admitted to loving Erik. What surprised Erik was what came next.

It all happened in slow motion it seemed. Gerard slid his arms away from Erik's shoulders and up to his jaw. Erik's eyes widened as they saw Gerard's close. Gerard leaned in and gently kissed Erik. He kissed him a few times this way, and then moved his hands to get a better grip. Gerard kissed fervently, moaning slightly. Erik's arms grasped around Gerard's waist, pulling him closer. Erik could hardly believe his body was acting this way. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes. Gerard slipped his tongue into Erik's mouth. Erik was enjoying the sensation. Gerard tasted… like soccer. It tasted sweet like Gatorade, but salty like tears. The force of him was like being kicked in the head with a cleat.

Erik moaned and came to a slight sense of reality. He was making out with his best friend! He was straight (he was almost sure of this) and he was enjoying this? It must've been the curiosity of the sensation. He remained in this euphoria until he felt a hand sliding down his torso and a little too south for comfort. He immediately pushed Gerard off.

They both panted, slightly amazed at what had happened. They stared at each other, half wanting to go again, half-wanting to never speak to each other again. Erik nodded toward the door to the basement and Gerard nodded, still panting. Just before opening the door, Erik reached around Gerard's waist and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"Thank you for your gift, Gerard. It was definitely something I didn't have." Erik left Gerard with his mouth open, still at the top of the stairs.

Just to be clear, Erik is straight, Gerard is gay. This is my first time writing yaoi, and I think it's AMAZING! BTW, all yaoi/Yuri I write is dedicated to my yaoi/Yuri loving friends.

Anyway, this is my 1st M-rated fic! I'm trying to decide who Erik should lose his virginity to…And I have no idea if that's a joke anymore. Scary! Lots of sexual stuff in this tho. It's a party with alcohol, no parental guidance, and sexually starved teenagers. What'd u expect? I'm not just a good girl author. At least not anymore.

Okay, I actually wrote this to a) try my hand at yaoi and b) I like the premise of this.