Friendship is the new type of denial
Chapter 1

This is my first slash fic! I reposed that there aren't many TDROTI yaoi couples and I thought of this when I was sleeping last night. (Weird, I get all my ideas from getting a goods night sleep.) Anyway, I love the yaoi couple MikeXScott, since there's only 3 fics about it, I'm going to be the fourth!)

Anyway, it's summary time!

Summary: Mike has a mad crush on Scott, Scott has a crush on Mike. Both are in denial of liking each other, but the truth seems harder to bear. So they'll have to go with the next best thing..Friendship. Warning: Yaoi
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Scott's P.O.V

Another sucky school day at Wawanakwa high. Damn, this school reeks. Walls chipped. Water leaking on the floor. Not to mention the food tastes like crap. God, I hate this place. Why can't I just drop out now? Well, Pappy said I need a 'Degree' or something so I can live a good life. So that means I'm stuck here.

Stuck walking to the same crummy old dump everyday for the rest of highschool..But that's only half of my problems..

I first walk into the hell hole with some confidence. My head held high, a smirk on my face, and my hands shoved in my pockets. Sure, it seems intimidating, but that's not even the best part. Obviously, the nerds are begging to be punched, but something holds me back. I had a feeling that today is going to be different. Like something is going to change my life...Pft, doubt it. I just give this dork, Harold an atomic wedgie and leave him hanging on the locker. That settles my urge just as I walk into the English room.

Out of all the messed up classes I have, this one I hate the most. Stupid ass blondes who can't even read a sentence, and the teachers pets that won't shut the hell up. It all just makes
You wanna jump off a cliff.

"Mr. Peterson. Your late." Mrs. Wond spoke as I walked into the door.

God, why is that old bat still alive It's always 'do your homework', 'finish your projects', 'don't punch him'! I could get my baseball bat and put the prune out of her misery, but I don't have the guts.

"Sorry Teach, won't happen again."

Yeah right, I'm just gonna do it agin next week. I sit in my seat all the way in the back. That old desk has been there for years, and marked by other bad ass kids like me. Razor, Shred, Reaper, Clyde Cut..I'm like a legend.

I grab my whittling knife and whittle 'Scott' in a cut form.

Hmmm, that's not bad enough..'Cut throat Scott'..That's the ticket.

Class finally starts, and Mrs. Wond keeps on babbling about announcements. Then she finally said something that actually got my attention.

"Today we have a new student." She said.

New kid? Awesome! Another sucker to pick on! This was my lucky day after all! Since there were no more seats left, he'll be stuck with me. Perfect.

Mrs. wond dragged a boy from out the hall.

This dude was tall. Very tall. But probably a few inches below me. He had dark. He had Mocha skin that covered his skinny body. His hair was a dark brown color and matched the shade of his eyes. He was wearing a teal T-Shirt, jeans, and brown and white converse shoes. Once the new kid gave a nervous smile, he showed his teeth, with one gap in the middle of the two front.

"This is Mike Greenday. He moved here from California yesterday." announced. "Mike, you can sit next to Scott in the back."

The class groaned or snickered at the mention of my name.

Freakin' Ass Holes..

Suddenly, that snobby chick, Heather, raised her hand.

"Mrs. wond, maybe Mike should sit next to someone who doesn't have a criminal record!" She turned to me and smirked.

I glared.

.. That little bitch.

The whole class started laughing until the teacher calmed us down.

"Don't say that Heather! Mike is fine to sit next to Scott! Isn't that right, Mike?"

That Mike guy says "Sure" and walks down the aisles to me.

He finally sits next to me and gives me a hearty smile.

Wow. That smile... It's really..cute..

Wait, what!? Cute!? What am I saying! I'm not gay! And I'm supposed to be torturing the dude not liking him!

He finally gets a huge binder from his backpack and a few pens and pencils.

This is school dude, not a swamp meet.

When Mrs. Wond finally gives us some free time before the bell rings, the new kid starts talking to me.

"So, your Scott?" He asks.

"The one and only." I answer.

"How's it like here? I have no clue."

Ugh. Where do I begin? The rats in the kitchen, or the spiders in the bathroom?

As I begin to tell him of the 'amazing' things we do at are school. He starts to pay full attention on me. Hmm, no one ever usually pays attention to me..

His hazel eyes boring into my green eyes. A smile never left as he talked to me.

God, his eyes are so freakin' bright. They literally shine in the light. -And his hair. Damn, it must take hours to get in that even, bent-up, style.

I stare deeper into his eyes and start to daydream.

I was snapped out of it when Mike had asked me something.

"Don't you think?"

Missed it! God, i totally didn't hear him.

"Huh? Sorry, could you say that again?"

"I said, 'Do you want to be friends?' or, you know, hang out?" he asks bashfully. I could see the redness creep on his cheeks.

Was he blushing over me?

"Sure, whatevs." I answer as I go back to my whittling. Looking like a didn't care.

But I really did care! I don't even know the guy..And ..

..I think I love him..

-Finished at last! I will continue with enough reviews! So comment and tell meh what you think! this is my first-