This is not a love story.

It has romance, but it's not like the usual girl meets boy kind of romance.

This is a story of a boy meets boy.

And those boys are...

"Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo. Please report to the principal's office." The two said boys stood up from their seats and excused themselves to the principal's office, side-by-side and fully prepared to get a lecture for god knows how long.

"This is all your fault, flea." The 'flea', also known as Orihara Izaya, turned and glared at his protozoan brained enemy, Heiwajima Shizuo. "Right, because I was the one who ripped the boy's changing room door and made them scream 'kyaaaa~! pervert~!' like a bunch of muscled girls." The blond scrunched his face in disgust at the memory. "Well, I wouldn't have done that if you!" Izaya narrowed his auburn eyes. "If I what?" Shizuo was flabbergasted in searching for the correct answer. "I didn't provoke you this time. All I did was walked past through you." The popular student smirked at his counterpart's reaction. "So what's your reason to be pissed at me this time?" the blond regained his composure. "You are the reason for me to be pissed!" The teen stared at the other, "My existence itself pisses you off?" the said other teen grinned as if he was finally right. "Yup. Your existence annoys me more than anything else in this world." The small-toned boy showed nothing but his poker-face when he said, "Does anything that you say ever make sense?" and when the tables had turned, the raven smirked. "Huh, Shizu-CHAN?"

The larger teen growled at the smaller male. "I thought I told you, NOT to call me THAT!" Izaya just shoved his hands into his pocket and widened his smirk. "Or what?" The angry Shizuo just stomped to Izaya and collided their foreheads together. Their face was so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"Or I'll fucking bash your pretty little face to the wall!" Izaya, who was pretending, put both of his hands in front of him in a surrender gesture. "I get it, I get it." Shizuo, who was taken aback by the sudden victory, slowly backed away with a raised eyebrow. The raven haired teen then turned around and continued to walk to the principal's office. "Come on, if we're late we're going to get more in trouble." But the confused blond just stood there, transfixed. Noticing this, Izaya turned his face slightly and smirked at Shizuo. "What's wrong, Shizuo…-CHIN?" his tone was full of sarcasm.

Veins popped on the larger male's forehead. He should've known better than to believe that stupid 'flea'! So, with a cry of war, he plucked out the vending that was conveniently sitting beside him while screaming "IIIZAAAYAAA!" and chased the small raven while the patiently waiting principal sat on the red swivel chair in his office. "They're late…" he muttered to no one without even noticing a vending machine flying just outside his open window behind him.

I repeat, this is not a love story.