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This story is going to be a "the reviewers make the story" sort of thing towards the later chapters, so I don't make anyone mad. I have a tendency to depress people with my endings, which is why I normally don't write them. This one is completely planned out, so the updates shouldn't take too long.

Chapter 1.

He sat in the passenger seat of his old, red Chevrolet. His Converse off, the windows down, the cool breeze – it all seemed as if it were some scene in a movie. In his left hand, he held a bottled orange soda, and his right hand simply dangled beside him, lazily. His glasses were in the glove compartment, not in their case and probably breaking.

In all honesty, he didn't give a shit.

It was his senior year of high school, and here he was, skipping class. It was the fifth time this year, and no one had said a word to him about his absences. It was as if his teachers and fellow students didn't care, but that really made it better for him. This way, he wouldn't have to explain anything to anyone.

In the glove box, next to his glasses, was a paper labeled "Bucket List". This wasn't the average bucket list, however – this wasn't all about his life, what he wanted to see and do. This was about how he wanted to change others. Sometimes for better; sometimes for worse.

He'd already gone through most of the list during his high school years, and only had one more person to change.

The school bell rang, and he looked outside to watch all of the students pour out of the building, each talking about whatever they felt like was important. Gossip, schoolwork, hanging out. It was always the same stories with these guys – same thing, different people. He couldn't figure out what made them think they were so unique.

And then, later than normal, came Ludwig Beilshmidt, the school's perfectionist. Not only was he uptight, but he even looked like a perfectionist. His blonde hair was slicked back, his bag was plain, and he carried a few binders at his side military-style. Everything about him seemed to be in place.

The boy in the Chevrolet pulled out his "Bucket List", and began to take notes under the final bullet. He watched as Ludwig entered his car, and climbed out of his own. He began to approach him.

"H-hey," he said, in a sort of whisper. Ludwig didn't seem to notice, so he tried again – this time, a little louder. "Excuse me, Ludwig?"

He turned around, curious as to who would be calling his name. He was honestly surprised to see that it was Feliciano Vargas talking to him. In fact, he wasn't sure if he had ever even heard this guy's voice before. The only way he even knew him was through the multiple times he'd seen him flirting with girls in the hallway, and the fact that his teachers never could find him. He sat his bag in the car and shut the door.

"Hello, Feliciano. Is there something I can help you with?"

Feliciano smiled. "I was just wondering if you could give me a lift somewhere. My car's all out of gas, you see."

Ludwig stared at him blankly for a minute, and then slowly nodded. He wasn't sure why Feliciano was talking to him of all people. "Sure, just get in the passenger's seat. It's a little messy, I didn't have time to clean it out yesterday."

"Veh! Thank you very much!"

He hopped in the right side of the car and looked around. Messy? What the hell was messy? The only thing out of place was a small pile of classwork at the foot of the car, and even then - it was bundled with a rubber band, so they wouldn't scatter. The windows were clean, and the dashboard wasn't dusty at all. He would have wondered if this were a new car, if he hadn't seen Ludwig driving it around for two years. There really didn't seem to be a single problem in here!

Ludwig got in the car and started it up. "Is there a particular gas station you want to go to?"

"Er, well. No, not really. I just need to get enough gas to bring me to a station in my own car."

"Good, then I'll take you to the closest one. I hope you don't mind, but I'm on a very tight schedule today."

"Oh?" Feliciano asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Why? Do you have some hot date later?"

Ludwig rolled his eyes, increasing his grip on the steering wheel so that his hands reddened a little. He turned the car left and exited the school grounds with surprisingly few traffic problems. "For your information, I'm not into dating. No...I've got to go home and study."

"Veh? Do you have a test tomorrow?"

"No, I have one at the end of the week."

Feliciano blinked, then looked out the window. People were definitely strange creatures. "Wow, you never take a break from perfection, do you?" He asked in a devilish tone, as if trying to spark an argument.

"Is there a reason I should?" Ludwig asked, not taking his eyes off of the road.

"But don't you ever have any fun?"

By now, they were at the gas station - honestly, it was very close to the school and it only took about a minute or two to drive there. Feliciano ran in and bought a small tank of gas. It really was only enough to get him back here, especially with that old red truck thing he drove.

Ludwig looked down and realized that his shirt was a little wrinkled, and groaned. This was the last time he'd let his brother do his laundry for him.

Feliciano got back in the car. "Okay! Let's go!"

The blonde sighed and started up the car. His voice is as high as a girl's, he thought. Not only that, but he walks around with a lot of enthusiasm. He really doesn't care about anything, does he?

He found himself staring at his passenger, studying him. His auburn hair wasn't very messy, with the exception of that huge curl coming off of his head. His clothes were baggy, and his shirt was probably a size too big for him.

Feliciano turned and caught his admirer. "Oh? Is something wrong?"

Ludwig blushed and quickly shook his head. Wait, why was he blushing? "N-no. I don't usually give people rides, so please excuse me if I find this whole scenario a bit suspicious..."

He looked back at the road to realize that he was leaning slightly to the left of his lane. His heartbeat increased as he made his way back towards the middle. That was close, he thought. I was almost in the wrong lane.

Although he wasn't anywhere near that, his mind tended to overdramatize whatever mistakes he made.

He didn't even realize that they were at the school again.

"Oh, well, here we are," he said, sounding slightly surprised. Feliciano grinned, and reached over to give him a huge hug.

"Thank you very much for the ride, Luddy!" he said, cutely.

Ludwig turned a dark shade of red and pushed Feliciano away. Luddy? Why would he come up with such a ridiculous nickname? And why did he hug him all of a sudden?! This was not okay with him. He never allowed anyone to touch him at all, so this was like sex to him. Unwanted, unconsented rape.

Feliciano was already out of the car and filling his tank up when Ludwig was able to react verbally. "Get off of me!" he yelled, then realized that no one was even in the car. He sighed, and looked out the window to watch him get in the car, just to make sure he didn't somehow manage to blow himself up. When he realized that was nearly impossible, he shook his head and left the parking lot.

Feliciano chuckled to himself. "Veh, Luddy - we're going to be very good friends."

end of chapter notes.
What did you think? I've decided that Feliciano is going to act all innocent and stuff, but his true intentions throughout the whole story will circle around revenge.
You'll see.
Reviews are appreciated, and if you have any ideas, either PM me or leave them in the review.
-Sarigo