"Hi, I'm Kolin Lambert created by popular fanfic author Elred Bluegreen. I'm here to warn all of you that English class is gay. It might just be the gayest class in the history of classes. I mean most people like reading and writing, but not English class. Generally teachers don't even try to make it interesting for students. They just make you hear them talk and talk and talk before telling you that you have to write an essay or read some book with a vocabulary beyond teenage comprehension. But at...whatever the name of the high school is I'm at, it's all made interesting by...

That Special Someone

"...Which is me, and Yukari."

It was a normal day in Yukari's English class, or at least as normal as her English class can get.

"Okay, today we are going over sentences."

"Sentences?" Tomo's voice sounded as if a puppy had been run over. "Quit being boring!"

"I'm not boring you moron!" Yukari was particularly mad today, she'd spilled her favorite breakfast onto the floor in her rush to get to school on time.

"Gee, Yukari sounds mad," one of the students observed.

"Isn't she always mad?" his friend asked.

"I dunno, maybe."

The angry, white grind of Yukari's hand against the chalkboard made the students shiver in their seats. One student in particular feared whatever twisted schemes Yukari was concocting in her mind. He shivered at the thought that he might be the target of Yukari's attempts to rid herself of any lingering anger, since he'd kind of pissed her off the day they met. So Kolin Lambert tried to keep his head down.

"Stop doing that you idiot!"

"Damn it Yomi, shut your mouth!"

Kolin raised his head up to see the two "friends" arguing over something for the umpteenth time that day.

"Settle down you two!" Yukari bellowed with the screech of a pterodactyl. Instantly the two girls stopped, afraid of a chalk based assault on their faces. "Good," and with that Yukari turned back towards the board.

Oh man, Kolin droned in his head, this is the worst class ever. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to do this foreign exchange thing anyway? Back in Washington there were hot girls in every class, why isn't that the case here?

Kolin, like most high school boys, had a memorized list of important requirements that each of his classes needed to have if those classes wanted him to like them. 1. They had to have something in their subjects that interested him. 2. They couldn't have weird, creepy, obnoxious students. 3. They had to have cool teachers. And 4. They had to have at least one attractive girl in the class. Why this last step was crucial Kolin wasn't too sure, but he certainly didn't mind the requirement.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lambert?"

"Huh?" Kolin looked up from the doodle in front of him.

"Why is that boy staring at you through the window?" asked Chiyo.

"What?" Kolin looked at the windows that lined the wall, the glass glistening brightly so he couldn't see through them that well. "What are you talking about? I don't see anyone." He turned back to his work as he had a suspicion that Yukari was glaring at him.

"But he was just there a minute ago." The girl turned back towards the glass. Chiyo didn't see anyone there this time. Huh, I wonder where he went.

Iseya poked his head up above the bottom of the window pane.

"There he is," whispered the boy, "Kolin, oh he's so cool." He knelt on the strange walkway that led down towards where PE was held. Oh Kolin, thought the boy, we could be great together. If only I weren't so shy...

"Hey."

Iseya's blush whipped towards the sound.

"What are you doing up there?"

"Oh," Iseya looked down on Ms. Kurosawa as her class looked up in amazement. "Uh, I'm certainly not up here staring at my crush," he laughed.

Minamo facepalmed, giving off an annoyed sigh, "Please come down from there, we don't want you to fall down and get hurt."

"Yes Ms. Kurosawa!" Iseya abruptly stood up and saluted her, "I'll get down right away!"

Sakaki flinched as someone stood up beside the window next to her, falling out of her desk. Kaorin who had been standing nearby gave a slight shriek which caused the class to face her.

"That guy! Who the heck is that guy?"

"Isn't he new here?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"I think I have PE with him, or maybe art class."

"I think I saw him talking to the Chemistry teacher once."

Kolin looked up, too late to see who they had been talking about. He figured that it wasn't an important matter, but it did feel a little creepy to have someone peering in through the window.

Kolin gave an unhappy frown as he mulled over what Chiyo had told him. Who could be staring at me? I don't really have any friends here, other than Ohyama but he's sitting up in front of me. Whoever it was, Kolin had doubts that he was a danger.

"Honestly," said Kurosawa, "Why were you up on the walkway spying on girls?"

Iseya began to stutter, tapping the tips of his fingers together in a nervous fashion. "Well you see, it kinda, sorta, wasn't a…I mean well, um." Iseya paused for a second, unsure of how much he should say. Should I confess that I was staring at a guy? I mean Ms. Kurosawa isn't like Yukari but—

"Just get to class," groaned Minamo, "you can creepily stare at her later."

"Well that's just the thing. But can I talk to you in private, maybe?"

"You can at lunch," Minamo smiled, "I have a class right now, maybe I can help you to not stare at people through the window."

Iseya happily nodded before running off towards his class. "Thanks Ms. Kurosawa," he said as he waved good bye, "I'll see you later!"

Minamo gave an amused chuckle. "Sometimes kids can be so silly, okay girls ready for class to get started?"

Kolin yawned as his pocket vibrated to life. A quick glance signaled that it was safe. Kolin saw that he'd received a message from Ohyama.

Ohyama: Hi :)

Kolin: ?

Ohyama: Gud news

Kolin: ?

Ohyama: I mnged to get dt

Kolin: wht?

Ohyama: Date

Kolin: who?

Ohyama: nt tllling

Kolin: k

Ohyama: cyrius?

Kolin: np

"What?" cried Ohyama as he stood up, "You're not at all curious as to who?"

"Uh," Kolin felt awkward as everyone turned towards him. He could almost feel their stares pressing, squeezing him, he had to say something to get them to turn away. "Kinda?" He was happy to note that everyone had lost interest in the outburst before he had even finished his reply. Ohyama slumped down into his chair, his elated mood spilling out of him like a stung water balloon.

"Oh grow up," said Tomo. The side of Yomi's mouth twitched unexpectedly, yet she remained silent.

"Can you believe that loser?" asked Tomo.

Yomi remained unusually stoic.

"Hey," Tomo waved her hand in front of Yomi's glasses. "Are you in there? Hello?"

Yomi was stone.

"Chunky Pony, answer me!"

"That's not my name and you know it!"

"You could have fooled me!" bellowed her hyperactive classmate. "But right now you're more like a chunky pony with its mouth so stuffed with chow that it can't bite anymore!"

"I'll show you who can't bite anymore!"

"Girls, girls," said Kimura, "We're in the middle of class right now. Please save your petty squabbles for later."

The two of them gasped. This is the longest he's ever gone without being a creeper!

"And don't forget to tuck in your shirts during PE all right?"

And now it's over.

"Hey Mr. Kimura, how should the guys dress for PE?"

"I thought I told you that we can't talk about these sorts of things during class. Save these sorts of things for when I'm not doing my lesson all right?"

"But you just said that the girls needed to…."

"No 'buts'," said Kimura, "It's time for class right now."

Lunch time came around and Iseya had begun to cry. He remembered the recent and relatively small crisis that had played out.

"Oh sorry Iseya," Kurosawa had told him, "Someone just had an accident here on campus, I need to go over there now to help. But you can talk to me about your problem after school okay?"

"It's not fair," Iseya sniffled, "why can't she be here so I can talk to her?"

Iseya watched as Kolin, his crush, walked by. He sniffled some more. Why can't I talk to him? Ever since he saved me from those bullies that one day I just, I don't know why but he seems to be so, so cool to me. I just wish I knew why, I, I... Iseya felt himself blush. He was a little embarrassed to admit it, even to himself.

"Ah," said Tomo, "It's good to finally have school over for the day."

"What's with you?" Yomi grumbled, "You weren't even awake all day, I thought only Osaka did that."

"I was working so hard last night that I was fast asleep a couple times today."

"You, work?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Yomi rolled her eyes.

"Well today Kolin said something really interesting."

Yomi was not particularly interested in what Kolin had said. He was just some semi-rude kid from America as far as she was concerned.

"He said that, 'Ohyama and me once got stuck in an elevator for three hours and had to eat a ton of Cheetos to survive.'"

"Tomo," Yomi facepalmed, "Kolin Lambert would not say that."

"Why not?"

"First of all he never says anything, secondly that wasn't proper English, so he wouldn't say it."

"It wasn't?" asked Tomo.

"There is no such thing as 'my friend and me.'"

"Oh whatever," said Tomo as they walked home from school.

"Well what do you know," Yomi pointed at someone up ahead of them, "It's your boyfriend Kolin Lambert."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Tomo whined, "that's Uzu—"

"Yeah, yeah whatever," Yomi yawned uninterested in whoever it was her friend was talking about.

"Hey Lambert!" Tomo screeched, "Did you and Ohyama get stuck in an elevator and eat Twinkies to survive?"

"Uh, no."

"Really?" Tomo seemed shocked, "But that's what I heard from Osaka…."

"So, Lambert." The two turned towards Yomi. "Why are you anti-social?"

"It takes me a little while to warm up to people," Kolin nervously stated.

"It's been three months," said an irritated Yomi.

"I know right?" Kolin's nervousness made him feel as if he had to go on. "Actually Kagura sorta, maybe, kinda asked me out, I should have taken that offer in hindsight. Who knows how far it would have gone?"

"It wouldn't have gone that far," Tomo quipped.

Kolin frowned, "I didn't mean it like that. I don't have a perverted mind," he said in a hurt tone. Oh snap, what did I just do?

"Yeah right," said Tomo, "guys are all the same."

Kolin gave her an upset frown.

"Don't be such a baby," said Tomo, "be a man."

"Tomo," Yomi facepalmed, "what are you doing? Stop pestering him all right?"

"Fine." Tomo flipped the two others off as she walked home without them.

"Yomi." The girl turned to face Lambert. "Why is Tomo your friend?"

"Hmm." Yomi paused for a moment. Her mouth scrunched to one side as she pondered the boy's query. "I, don't know. We've just kind of hung out for a while. Maybe after so long I don't want things to change, but now that I think about it all she does is irritate me."

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Sometimes," said Yomi. "I'm surprised that Kagura had such an interest in you."

"I know." Kolin slumped against a nearby wall, facing the ground. "I admit, I like her."

"I thought you didn't like anyone."

"That's not true," said Lambert, looking up at the girl.

"Then why don't you ever talk to anyone?" Yomi watched as the boy shifted nervously. His shoulders moved up and down and he tried not to look at her. "Well?"

"I'm…not really a people person."

Iseya waited patiently for Kurosawa to arrive. Where is she? She promised that she would be here to talk to me today! Iseya heard footsteps from down the hall. He poked his head out of the doorway to see who was coming. Finally!

"Sorry about that," said Ms. Kurosawa, making her way in as Iseya held the door open. "Now what was it that you wanted to talk to me about Iseya?"

"Uh," Iseya wasn't sure about telling his secret to Kurosawa, but he felt he needed to tell someone.

Iseya muttered, "I think that I…like someone, Ms. Kurosawa." Iseya looked down, his eyes darting from left to right.

Kurosawa sat down in her chair, facing the boy who tried his best to shrink down to the size of a quarter. "I thought as much, what do you like about her?"

Iseya's face flushed slightly. "That's just the thing Ms. Kurosawa. It's, my crush, it's a…." Iseya's eyes centered on the floor; he whispered, "a boy," so faintly that Minamo wondered if she had only imagined it.

"A boy?"

Iseya's head slowly moved back and forth.

"Hmm," Kurosawa leaned back in her chair. "Some one asked me a similar question not too long ago. Are you afraid to tell other people?"

"Not afraid just, nervous."

"It's okay Iseya," said Kurosawa, "there are others like you who like their same gender."

"It's not that I like guys in general," said Iseya, "just, him."

Kurosawa couldn't help but smile this was exactly like the last time, when she had spoken with Kaorin. She noticed that Iseya was giving her an odd look.

"I was just thinking," she said, "that's why I was smiling. Don't worry Iseya," Minamo placed a hand on the student's arm, "it's okay to be gay. You're not alone in the world. The real question is whether or not the boy you have a crush on is too."

"Uh," Iseya stuttered, "I don't think he is. Ms. Kurosawa, what should I do?"

Minamo paused for a second. "Well it might help you to find out. But," Iseya looked up at her, "What happens next is completely up to you. Only you can decide if you want to pursue this interest of yours or not."

"My mom keeps going on about wanting grandchildren and what if he says no?"

Kurosawa placed a soft hand on Iseya's shoulder. "I know what you mean. Don't worry, it wouldn't be the end of the world."

"But I like him so much…." Iseya seemed like he was about to cry.

"I understand," said Minamo, "I felt the same way about a boy when I was your age. I felt so excited whenever I saw him in class, during lunch, or after school. I wanted to talk to him, alas I was too shy. Now I wonder what might have been." Minamo studied the book on her desk. Iseya tapped his foot impatiently. "Sorry I was day dreaming. So I know how you feel. You want to ask him 'cause you like him, but you don't wanna ask him because you fear rejection. Just remember, you decide what you do with your life, Iseya. No one else is driving whatever it is you do."

"Do you have any advice on how to ask?"

"Why not ask it in a roundabout sort of way?" asked Minamo, "then he won't know it's you."

"Yeah," Iseya smiled for the first time in their conversation, "thanks Ms. Kurosawa!"

Iseya walked out of the classroom, watched by the Chemistry teacher from down the hall.

"Why don't students ever come to me with questions like that?" he asked his friend, one of the female math teachers.

"Because they hate you," she replied.

"What?" he spun to face her, "how can you say that?"

"Well, I'm your friend and even I hate you a little bit."

"I don't believe this," he said, "why do people hate me?" he joked.

"'Cause you're kinda lame, that's why we stopped dating remember?"

The Chemistry teacher merely sighed, "Friends should never date or work together in an office, it just makes things complicated." The math teacher gave a silent nod in agreement as footfalls greeted their ears.

"Hey you guys."

The two of them turned towards Yukari.

"Is it bad that I accidentally totaled Nyamo's car by rear ending it?"

They merely facepalmed in response because sometimes one face palm simply isn't enough. And as Yukari and Nyamo began to fight each other for the fifth time that day, the math and Chemistry teacher decided to go out for a bite to eat, maybe even a movie.

"That's why you don't talk to people?" asked Yomi, "Because you're not a 'people person?'"

"Yeah…." Kolin noticed someone coming towards them from the other end of the street. Oh great. Kolin could feel his stomach fill up with fear as a shape made its way towards them. I can't believe that—

"Hi Yomi, what's up?"

"Oh hi Kagura, I was just talking to him," she jerked her head in Kolin's direction. The boy gave a slight wave as a greeting before his hand instantly dropped to his side.

"Hey Kolin," said Kagura, "Sup?"

Iseya wandered his way home from school. In his adolescent mind he went over what Kurosawa had suggested. Now how am I going to do that? He doesn't seem to be a dimwit so it might be hard to slip it past—

Iseya swore that he heard Kolin's name on the other side of the wall. I might as well just shimmy to the top of this thing, thought the boy, he was a rather inquisitive lad.

"Not much," Kolin told Kagura, "especially not…uh, Thursday."

"What time?"

"Uh…."

"How about when school gets out?"

"I guess," he blushed.

"Where would we meet up?"

"Perhaps, by the gate to school?" he offered, unable to help noticing the feel of a line of sweat going from his temple to his chin. He brushed it off with the shoulder of his uniform, hoping not to leave a dark stain.

"Okay."

"WHAT?"

Everyone jumped. Shuddering like window covers in a storm the three high schoolers looked upwards.

"You two are going out?" Iseya seemed to die as he slowly slid off the top of the fence. "Find your happy place, find your happy place, find your happy place!"

Kolin could feel his brain go 0_0, as they heard a crashing, "ouch" emanate from behind the wall. Wait, so Iseya likes Kagura too?

"Wow, Kagura," said Yomi, "you attract a lot of weirdos."

Kolin balled up his fist. With his voice almost as loud as Yukari's he replied, "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

Author's Note: I would just like to take this opportunity to mention that despite that whole conversation Iseya had with Minamo Kurosawa I am not actually gay, but sometimes I pretend to be at parties because somehow girls think it's okay, some of them not all, for you to spanking their asses if they think you're gay. Though if there really are gay guys there things'll get awkward. And to be honest I stopped doing it after the first time they called the cops, thankfully, I left before then.