Gray stood outside her door. His backpack slumped against the mailbox. His tired eyes started to slowly close until he shook the sleepiness away. He felt misery that morning. He felt misery every single morning. How he managed to get up was still a mystery even to him.

The door of the petite house slammed into the wall, leaving a bigger crack than before in the wall. The person who caused it did not even seem to notice it, even when a voice from inside shouted at her. She only snickered in response and made her way down the three steps, right to the gate where Gray waited.

"Yo," he greeted with his hand weakly raised.

"Morning," Natsha replied, folding her arms behind her head and yawning. She cracked her joints before returning her hands at her side. Her wore out backpack hanged from one shoulder, jolting as she moved down the sidewalk.

He followed after her, and paused when they gotten to the corner. She rose onto her tippy toes, peaking above the bushes down the street, and went back down when she saw no one.

"Where's Lisanna?"

Gray only gave a slight shrug. "Maybe her parents drove them to school?" he suggested. As soon as he finished that sentence, he yawned and wiped his eye. "Come on, I don't want to be late again because of your slow ass."

"No one ever said you had to wait for me, asshole." She crossed the road without any indication to Gray, leaving him behind at the corner before he raced to catch back up.

As soon as he gotten back to her side, he shook his head. "You miss too much school. If I'm not here, then you'll repeat the whole grade, idiot."

Someone snickered behind them. Gray stopped in his tracks and turned around, while Natsha stayed oblivious to it.

Loke stood there with a smirk planted on his face. "What type of an excuse is that? 'Because you'll repeat the whole grade'?" The orange haired snickered once more. "At least come up with something better than that next time."

"Huh?" Natsha finally turned around and looked at the newcomer. "Oh, hey Loke."

"Hello," Loke bowed, "Natsha-chan." When he lifted himself up from his bow, he winked at Gray, who now bore a blush. He glanced over his shoulder once more, "Guess Lisanna-chan isn't coming today." He sighed and shifted his sunglasses, and then a thought came to mind. "Hey, Gray, mind if I borrow your notes?"

"As long as you keep your mouth shut," Gray uttered under his breath. Now his blush was fading away, and he kept a step behind Natsha.

Loke snorted and shook his head. He leaned into Gray's space and whispered so Natsha could not hear. "I've been keeping it hush for years, and quite frankly, I'm tired of it."

"Then forget it."

All of Loke's cheeriness disappeared. "It's too oblivious to not notice."

Gray raised his hand over his nose and mouth, biting his tongue. Really, did a guy have to be reminded twenty-four seven about this fact? Couldn't he get a break? He was already tensed as one could be, but everyone had to hassle him.

"Hey, you guys listening?" Natsha was staring at them from over her shoulder, a little annoyance in her voice.

Loke took a step away from Gray and joined up with Natsha. "What was it?"

"I was saying that I'm staying afterschool, so don't wait for me."

"Oh yeah," Loke nodded, "It's baseball season again." He blinked, and a smile appeared on his face as if he just had an idea. "Do you think it's too late for me to join?"

"Ask the coach," she shrugged, "I think it's a little late, but if you show some skil-"

"I have lots of skills," he smirked.

She blinked, nonchalantly, and said with a grin, "I don't think those count as skills."

"I guess we will see then," he flexed his arm but Natsha did not seem to be fazed by that.

"I'll still beat you in an arm wrestle."

"Bring it."

She cracked her knuckles and grinned. Both of them stood on the sidewalk, and Gray, thinking to himself, bumped into them. All three of them fell onto the pavement, with Natsha being the bottom.

Gray uttered a small sorry before standing up and reaching his hand out for Natsha to grab hold of. Loke stood up as well and dusted off his pants.

"Can't you ever watch where you are going?" Natsha taunted before lifting herself up.

Gray's hand dropped to his side. "You two were the ones who decided to stop in the middle of the sidewalk."

"We were going to arm wrestle," Natsha argued.

"Wait until we are in class then. Cana will have a fair with that."

"Party pooper," she uttered under her breath before adjusting her backpack and following the two.

Gray, going against what he was feeling, grinned. He really wanted to whack her sometimes. And this was one of those times.

It didn't take them long until they arrived in front of the school with the morning bell ringing. The students raced inside of the building, shutting their lockers or walking to class with their friends.

As soon as Loke walked into the building, one of the girls pulled him to the side. He gave a sent a small glance at Natsha and uttered, "Sorry." Then he left the duo.

"I'll get him tomorrow," she stated in determination, raising her fist in the air.

"Don't come crying to me afterwards."

Her grin quickly turned into a scowl. "What is that suppose to mean?"

"I'm just looking at your history," he shrugged.

She elbowed him in the ribs, and fasten her pace so she was walking ahead of him. "Then you should remember me beating your ass multiple times."

"Are you sure you wasn't dreaming it?" He flicked the back of her head in a retort.

"The only time I'm dreaming about you is in nightmares." She pretended to shiver in fright and he ended up right back at her side.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny."

She swirled around, with her classroom right across the hall. Her friend was hanging outside of the doorway and grinned when Natsha dashed from Gray's side to the classroom.

He stood there in the middle of the hallway with an idiotic smile before the warning bell rang.

It didn't take him long to backtrack to his classroom, which was near the entrance of the school. Loke was waiting for him at the entrance of their classroom. He wasn't wearing his cocky smirk, which meant something happened while Gray was away.

They pulled their seats out from under the desk, swung their backpacks over the chair or under the desk, and turned to face each other.

"Break up?" Gray asked before the orange haired could even say a word.

"I hate you sometimes."

"So, is that a yes or no?"

"Yes," he sighed and laid his face on the desk.

"Sixth this year."

"Yes, yes, remind me of my past when I'm depressed. You really do know how to lighten my day, Asshole."

A chair on the side of Loke was pulled out and a black haired boy seated himself. He didn't glance at Gray or Loke as he pulled out his books and laid them on the desk. A purring sound came from his wore out backpack.

Loke and Gray exchanged a glance.

"You brought her again?" The raven haired asked.

There was a second pause before the newcomer answered. "It's too cold." He kept his eyes between the bag and his desk, never once looking at the two friends.

"Rogue," Loke called out his name and the boy finally looked his way. "I got dumped. And the only way for me to not die from listening to Gray's mouth is letting me pet her."

His eyebrows notched together, and glanced at Gray. "Really?"

"It's the sixth one," Gray answered with a smile. "She didn't even wait for him to say hey this morning, she just pulled him away."

His eyes returned on Loke, who now wore a begging pout. "Fine." Rogue leaned down to his backpack and slowly unzipped the bag. He searched around the room for any sighs of the teacher before his hand went inside and took out a small greenish-gray cat. The cat was only a few weeks old. And, with her parents absent, Rogue took care of her.

As soon as Loke touched the cat, she started meowing in disarmed. Loke stared into Rogue's eyes, trying to get any instructions on what to do. He placed the kitten against his chest and with his other hand; he gently petted her head and ran his hand across her body. "Is she hungry or something?"

"Cats just like to meow," Gray said. He, a little harshly, petted the cat's head.

"Fro doesn't like new people."

"Fro?"

"She killed a tadpole yesterday; I thought it was a nice name."

"Killed?"

Rogue nodded. It wasn't much of a kill since the tadpole was out of water and was moments away from dying, but Fro did chomp her teeth into it, ending his short life.

"Can I use her?" There was a devilish smile on Loke's face.

"That sounds so wrong…" Gray muttered to himself.

"No," Rogue denied.

"Why? See, she's making me smile now. Just wait until she bites one of Savi's fingers, it would be priceless!"

"No."

"Why?! You're killin' me, Rogue!" Loke turned to get Gray's help.

"It's his cat." He shrugged.

Rogue took a hold of Fro and placed her back in his bag. She meowed at first before there was silenced and then snoring.

Loke sat there with a frown.

And Gray gazed out of the window.

…

The last bell rang and the trio left the classroom. Gray glanced behind him as if looking for someone but people pushed him forward. Somehow, he was grabbed away from the pushing crowd, where Loke found shelter and Rogue soon joined.

"Something is missing," Rogue uttered, glancing back to the disbanding clutter.

"Actually giving a damn for something other than your cat? That's a first."

Loke snickered at Gray's remark and flicked his finger over his shoulder. "Natsa-chan's staying over for practice and Lisanna-chan's out cold."

"Ah," he uttered, "Crowd's gone."

Both Loke and Rogue turned to leave, while Gray was looking for a head in the crowd.

"Just go to her before we cringe to death."

"What do you mean?"

"You're looking for Natsha-chan."

Rogue nodded.

"Whatever," he shook his head and swung his backpack on his other shoulder. He turned and faced the entrance, "Come on, let's go."

Loke leaned over, whispering into Rogue's ear. "I think Gray needs his own cat."

"A white one would be good for him," he nodded in agreement.

"I'm not getting a cat!" Gray called back.

"White cat for sure."

And the three walked out of the building and headed to Loke's house, where milk was given to the smallest member of the group, and the gaming section began.

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