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It had been a rough two weeks since the party and Altair had begun a routine of heading up to the roof just to meet up with Ezio. They would eat sometimes while the other spoke or the brunet would avoid answering something by putting food in the way. If he had to be honest about it, this wasn't so bad. In fact, he was happier than he had been with his previous girlfriends.

Which didn't count for much since they couldn't stand his blunt, uncaring at times, irritated attitude. Leaning back against the wall, he stabbed his fork into a mushy carrot that somehow got onto his tray. Staring down on it, the brunet let out a soft breath while closing his eyes.

Maria had indeed thrown a fit the first chance she got and caused such a scene that they actually needed male teachers to drag her out of the room, that one class they had together. She'd said some pretty vulgar, nasty things. Though nothing too personal, besides the fact that she began to bring up his grandfather that earned her a backhanded fist to the side of her face. The scene was shocking and no one saw him the rest of that day.

When Ezio had finally tracked him down, oddly enough on the roof of the school, they talked about some things, but not once had the brunet asked what had happened. It was just comforting support, which Ezio gladly offered.

...why in the hell did I get carrots again? Stabbing it once again, he picked it up off the tray then stared at it with narrowed eyes. I don't even like carrots, they're just so...plain.

The past two weeks had been different for Ezio as well. For once, he was enjoying his lunch period, instead of forcing himself to listen to the football players talk about what chicks they scored and how they were planning on doing more one night stands in the future. It was a sickening for him to even think about what he had to listen to before.

Now, he was listening to Altair talk about his favorite foods, movies, artists, and many other interests. It was an enjoyable time for him, expressing his own likes and dislikes whenever Altair asked or the opportunity presented itself. This meeting, they were talking about the school play that his sister was working on.

"So...Romeo and Juliet huh?" Raising a brow, he set his fork down and placed the tray at his side with an interested expression on his face, crossing his arms while he set them on his knees. "I bet you're going to get overprotective of her during those over-the-top mushy parts." He didn't look quite pleased that he'd said such a thing either, especially when the word 'mushy' came out.

Ezio gently forked his own lunch, taking a bite of some sausage. He'd offered to make Altair lunch in the past, but the other had turned him down. The brunet wondered if it was because Altair had noticed Ezio's restricted time after school and assumed that they were having money troubles. Though, now that they had been able to get to know each other better and were dating, Ezio would gladly make anything that he liked. He was pretty good at it too.

"Hm...I suppose that I might feel some brotherly instincts." He chuckled at the other's use of a rather odd word. Altair sometimes did that, using words that just sounded weird coming from the 'cool kid'. "If he kills her in the play though, I'll jump on stage." At his little joke, Ezio laughed at himself.

Glancing over, Altair rested his cheek on his arms, a thoughtful look on his face. These little get-togethers were just fine with him, kept him from having to see anyone in his little misfit group, being questioned about what happened at the party was not something he'd want to dwindle on. "...how about you come over?" the brunet asked, turning his head to the other side to avoid the look the other might give him. "There's a test on Friday in History so...we could study..."

His brightened at the thought put forward, cocking his head to the side and mulling over the idea. It was the first time that Altair had invited him over to his house. He wondered what Altair could be thinking, since the drop off after the party had painted the other's grandfather as a rather hard person.

The tanned Arabian's hands shifted, grabbing onto his pants while feeling a hint of a blush come about. "I mean...if you don't want to, that's fine."

Coming out of his revere, Ezio let out a small sigh and shook his head. "I don't know why you bothered to ask." He looked at Altair's shifting hands, gently reaching one out and taking hold of one. "Of course, I'd love to come over." Ezio squeezed the other's hand reassuringly. A moment as sweet as this rarely came by, especially with Altair looking red like that, so Ezio took it to land a small kiss on the other's cheek. "I'll bring my notes so that we can study."

As a hand took hold of his own Altair blinked before closing his eyes halfway, listening to the other's words which caused his cheeks to redden even more when Ezio pressed a kiss to his cheek. "...right, don't forget."

He pulled back, releasing the other's hand and moving back to start eating again, averting his eyes in his own slight embarrassment. Ezio only realized how sappy he was after doing whatever came to mind.

Once his hand was released Altair swallowed and returned it to its previous position before closing his eyes. They say that being near the person you love makes you the happiest person alive, The hooded teen felt his heart pound against his chest, feeling truly alive. ...I won't deny that. Because it's true.

"Promise." Ezio motioned a cross over his heart, smiling at him with a shy grin. "If you'd like, I can make some food and bring it over."

"You're such a dork," he replied after lifting his head up to look over at Ezio with an amused expression. "If you really want to then go ahead." Shrugging, he then blinked as a bell went off to indicate the end of the lunch break for the Juniors. Pushing to stand, he grabbed onto his tray, picking up his fork to poke the carrot once more.

I need to remember not to get these, Writing down a mental note he set the utensil down, turning his attention to the jock. Maybe...I should go to one of his games...

Ezio stuck out his tongue, shaking his head. "I'll make you something really great, okay? You'll love it."

"Guess we should get going."

"Sure." He grinned, standing up, picking up his bag and lunch, pulling the bag over his shoulder and walking over to stand beside Altair. "I'll go down first today, don't worry, I'll hurry." Ezio chuckled, leaning in and kissing Altair's cheek under the hood before opening the door and heading down the stairs and turning 'round the corner.

Letting his abnormal shaded spheres watch the other's movements, Altair nodded once he was told to wait for a bit before leaving himself. Only to then blink at the kiss to his cheek and turning to continue watching with a somewhat dumbfounded look before shaking his head with a soft, amused, smile. He really is something.

After a moment he headed down as well with a hand in his pocket while glancing about from under his hood as the halls began to clutter with people heading this way and that, going to their classes, getting an extra juice or something. Stopping by a waste bin, he glanced down on the carrots one last time, giving one last look of distaste before trashing them and handing the tray to the lunch people who were in charge of cleaning.

Hopefully his coming over won't cause any problems... Pulling his hood down more, the tanned male headed to his Study Hall, exactly where he'd left his bag before heading off to the meeting spot with the jock.
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Ezio let out a soft groan as he fell onto the bench just outside of the school's entrance. His bag made a thud on the wooden seat, laying up against his hip. There was no way that he'd be able to walk out with Altair, but he could walk behind him and get into his car, which he had placed down a block from the school.

It was a nice Wednesday afternoon with a sunny disposition, small clouds floating above them and creating shade from the bright star in the sky.

Ezio would have been able to enjoy the weather much more if he hadn't just suffered through school. It wasn't until he started dating Altair that he realized how stupid his jock friends actually were.

All that his friends talked about on and on was sex. How they'd fuck a girl up the ass and, or, some other bullshit. Ezio barely even commented anymore, unless forced into the conversation by one of his stupid mates.

The funny thing about Wednesday is that it was a good/bad day. On one hand, it was half way through the week, which meant that the weekend was close by. On the other hand, it was only half way through the week.

Oh God, how he wished that the week was over. The only uplifting thing about the day was that he was going to see Altair.

He was looking forward to Saturday though, which was his next big game. It would've been nice to have even less of the week by taking Friday off to hang out with Altair. There was so little time to hang out with him, and if Altair hated football as much as he let on, there'd be no way that he'd show up for something like a game, even if it were Ezio playing.

What was odd about today for a certain outcast was how everyone in his English class had given him weird looks to a poem he had written then had to read to the class - surprise attack by the teacher who apparently got sick of people talking. It had been in the point of views of two people, two human beings with labels attached. The off thing was how they were an outcast and a jock, which set some people off on a frenzy, picking apart the poem and saying how that could never happen and other stuff like that. Which then got the teacher Altair's infamous death glare for making him go through such torture and nearly snapping.

On the bright side it was the end of the day and he'd just tossed the last of what he needed into his bag and was about to head out before pausing and rummaging through the contents of his bag to pull out the empty water bottle. Unnecessary weight in an already heavy carrier. Shutting his locker, he finally headed out with furrowed brows.

He'd thought about going to the game Saturday, really he had. Although there could be a case of trouble that would follow up on that. Such as if one of his friends saw him he'd be interrogated and pestered until he coughed up something plausible as to why he was there and avoiding the real reason. Even if it wasn't anyone's business. Pushing open the door to the 'hellhole,' he finally stepped out into the fresh air.

Reaching a hand up, he rubbed his forehead while walking down the pathway, shoulders brushing bypassing students who were in a hurry to get home and some shoves that he'd managed to avoid. But now wasn't the time to be annoyed or worrying over things that could be thought about later, now he needed to focus on getting home and preparing his grandfather for a visitor.

"'ey, it's that freak who wrote that poem,"

...seriously? You're still going on about that? Lowering his hand, he weaved his way to escape the crowd and stepped onto the grass, breathing out. Fine, fine. I can take any insult you throw at me, then again I can be like others and hit people in retaliation... Then again, he wasn't that kind of person, at least, not at this level of annoyance. It's the end of the day, Altair, just think...Saturday's just around the corner and then you can relax.

"Hey Alty." Ezio whispered from behind him, grinning as he gave him a gentle nudge. It was much different than what the others in the school would do. More playful and friendly than with any intent for harm. "I'm going home first, I'll get some food ready for later." He walked passed him and glanced over his shoulder at the hooded figure.

Golden hues shimmered in slight shock once he realized Ezio had given him a pet name, nickname, whatever couples called it. Glancing over to the football player, he felt a soft tinge of red before lifting a hand and waving to him, acting like they should. Normally, as normal as possible in a crowd.

And yet at times it seemed like such a challenge.

The Italian hadn't been told about the odd poem the outcast had made, but if he had, Ezio might have blown the cover they had so intricately designed. Ezio had taken to telling off the other football jocks whenever they picked on anyone, but in a back handed way so that they wouldn't catch on to what he'd done.

I'm so glad he invited me over to his house... I wonder if I'm the first... nah.

As the school grounds became less crowded, Altair rubbed the back of his head with a soft breath. Luckily not many brought up the poem he planned on tossing later, so that headache was now gone and he could simply walk home and enter the house with his normal, "It was a boring day."

Walking down the sidewalk to the house, he readjusted his shoulder strap before letting his thoughts trail off in different directions. Such as how he'd make sure that Al Mualim wouldn't have any desire to bother Ezio and he while they studied, what to make for dinner and above all if he should attend the game.

...having a football player as a boyfriend is more trouble than I thought. crossed his mind before smacking his forehead once he registered that he just used the term 'boyfriend' in his thoughts. What's next, I start calling him 'lover'? ...this is weird.