My share of my and Eylenda's collab. These will be short, as they are as long as they need to be, which may not be long at all. I hope you like these; R&R, please!

He was the new foreign exchange student, in a new place and a new land, or something like that. Ice didn't remember, and wasn't sure if he cared, either. Did it really matter? School was so boring…

It started with a word, at the beginning of class, which evolved into a conversation. Not a particularly interesting one, either, not that either of them would remember.

It continued in the scraps of paper passed back and forth, hidden from the teacher's point of view. Simple words on paper, simple doodles and letter, but it opened up a new world for both boys. Xue—that was his name, Xue—told about his own country, his words, gracefully written, wistful and longing, even homesick at times. Ice educated him about life here, in this new country, and asked questions about the strange, foreign land Xue missed so.

They rarely spoke after that, but as time wore on, and they kept passing notes, they got a notebook to write their conversations in, and filled it up as the year wore on, with memories, good and bad, opinions, secrets that neither of them would have told out loud.

On the last day of classes, on the last day of the school year, on the last line of the last page of their notebook, Xue wrote six words, hesitantly.

Ice read them, and hid the notebook. At the end of the period, he dropped a note on Xue's desk, then gathered up his books and left.

The Asian boy opened it, and ran after the Icelander, caught his hand, and, pulling him close, kissed him.

Ice's reply had only contained one word, but it had been enough: "Yes."

And if it wasn't particularly obvious, the six words were, 'Will you go out with me'. c: