It was presently a warm and luminous Thursday afternoon, the kind that any child could wish for to be playing in the park with friends. But all of the kids were at school, including two young teenage boys, both aged at seventeen. They were in their seventh period archaeology class, one of the teenager's favorite periods and the other's least preferred.

"And so that concludes today's lesson, any questions class?" Mr. Collins concluded waiting to either see some hands or release his class.

No one rose up their hands; they all just eagerly began reaching for their backpacks.

"All right then, class dismissed." He announced.

As soon as he finished about three fourths of the class ran out, leaving only a small pool of students who were clever enough as to wait for the crowd to die down. Hershel was starting to pack his things and as he looked up from his bag he was greeted by a face not even an inch away from his own face.

"What are your plans for tomorrow Hersh?" a red-headed, adventurous, future archeologist asked getting even closer to his friend to the point where their noses and foreheads touched, a grin on his face.

"Randall," the shy brunette started as he pulled away from his friend and stood up grabbing his bag. "I don't like it when you get near me, please respect my personal space, and I currently have no plans for tomorrow, why?" he finished while adjusting his backpack and started walking out of the classroom.

"Psh, you complain too much Hershel, it's not like I'm kissing you or anything, and I'm just being friendly. Anyway, you are sleeping over at my house tomorrow." Randall proclaimed not really looking for any say on the subject from his friend.

Hershel started to blush as he bit his lip, still reflecting on that first sentence. Randall constantly seemed to have an intention of doing just what he said, but he pulls away at the last minute. He wasn't really sure of anything at this point; maybe Randall was just teasing him or something, although he hadn't yet confided in his friend of his sexual confusion.

"O-ok, but what if someone sees me there? Won't you get in trouble like last time?" the still deep in thought boy asked, his cheeks a rosy color.

"Don't worry about it Hershey-boy, my parents wanted some alone time and figured I was old enough to be left alone, so no one should disturb us. Don't worry, I'll be fine. In fact, we can just walk home together tomorrow, so how about it old chum, you're in right?" the spiky-haired person replied getting in his friend's face again as he walked. This time his mouth almost touching Hershel's and he could notice the growing blush on his friend's face.

"R-Randall." Hershel said very flustered, he was almost sure he was going to kiss him now.

"Hmph." Randall scoffed, a smirk on his face. He made sure to brush lips with Hershel when he pulled away, being careful that he didn't dwell too long. "So anyway, tomorrow after school we're walking home, don't forget anything you might need!" he called as he started running home, probably to start researching some kind of relic.

Hershel stood frozen just watching his friend run home.

Did our lips just touch? Was that…an intentional kiss?

Well, this was just chapter one, so far Randall isn't giving much away but he's starting to hint, and how 'bout the sexually confused Hershel? I will update as my head plays out the story, next update may be today, reviews are appreciated! I don't really know how these author notes work but here you go, thank you for reading!

To be continued...