Requested by DJdisappointment !

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There was a loud noise coming from John's boots that echoed through the now empty hallway. His footwear - along with the noise of his usually quite full school bag - was enough to irritate another boy in his class. Charles, was his name, and the two would not get on very well unless it was necessary. They had few things in common - one of which being that they both had a pet dog and another being that they could both speak multiple languages, but not many other similarities seemed to reveal themself.

As John wandered carefully through the hallway, his mind couldn't help but wander too, thinking about how if Charles were there, he'd probably threaten to rip his ears out from the noise. Of course, John knew Charles was always lying about his hatred for that noise - annoying? Yes. Does he have a history of hating noises? Absolutely. But this one, well, John wasn't exactly convinced. You see, dear friends, Charles himself wears these types of boots sometimes.

Now, it's not like an everyday thing. No, give him some credit - he knows damn well that if he were to do that, eventually someone from the Hamilsquad would notice and point it out. But unfortunately for him, he very much underestimated how much of a keen eye Alexander has. And, along with that, underestimated how much time he and John would spend gossiping about shit - and he'd usually be the discussed topic, actually.

Eventually John abruptly stopped his walking, leaving a loud stomping sound to echo just like the previous noise made. He turned around, noticing a different sound. This was odd - he could've sworn that all the after school clubs would've ended by now - or at least be packing up, ready to leave. Not still be in the middle of a song over an hour after school had ended. The only reason he was there was due to an after school detention that felt like it would never end.

He approached the source of the sound cautiously, which happened to be the gym. How odd, he thought. He could clearly hear someone's trainers squeaking against the gym floor, but by the sound of it, it was just one person. He carefully peeked in between the crack, and to his amusement and surprise, there stood Charles Lee. Although 'stood' isn't exactly the right word, because he was moving, dancing, even, and he was pretty damn good at it if John were being completely honest.

John could only stare as his - aquaintance? Enemy? Friend? We'll go with frenemy - was sweating bullets and being awesome. He only just managed to catch himself thinking somw unusual thoughts and panicked internally, mentally scolding himself because this was Charles Lee; Charles Lee! The dumbass that somehow manages to forget his pencil to class every. Single. Lesson. He promises to his friend, Samuel, that he'll remember next time but he never does. He's the dumbass that thought it was a good idea to talk shit about Washington in front of his practically adopted son with a loudmouth (which, by the way, resulted in John fighting Charles in Alex's honor, something he is no longer proud of).

Soon, however, Charles reached down to grab his water bottle and John suddenly got scared that he'd turn around and notice him. Trying to be as discreet as possible, he promptly turned, about to take a step forward when -

Thump.

Well now he was on the floor and this was quite possibly the last place on Earth he wanted to be right now. Turns out, the door had closed behind himand managed to forcefully shove him on the ground. He was too busy trying to recollect himself that he hadn't noticed the loud noise of footsteps coming towards him. His heart stopped for a moment as he looked up to see the flushed face of Charles staring down at him.

Well, shit. 'Might as well dig your own grave right here and now, John,' he thought to himself, giving a nervous laugh in response to Charles' embarrassed look. "Well, uh, clumsy me," he tried to play it off, giving another nervous chuckle. "I wasn't, um, looking where I was going it seems."

Charles sighed and glanced off, his fists clenching slightly. "Did you see me?" John blinked, trying his best to play dumb. "See you what?"

"See me dance!" Charles sighed again, louder and more irritated this time, the red growing in his cheeks some more.

"Whaaaaat? Pshhhh, noooo-"

"You don't have to lie..," Charles murmured, reaching out a hand to the other boy and helping him up. John's eyes darted to the floor as soon as Charles' threatened to make eye contact, kicking at it a bit. The silence was cold and loud for a moment, before John gained the courage to talk again. "I liked it."

"What?"

"Your dancing. I liked it. It was really good. You, looked, uh...Amazing," John struggled to find the right words, but judging from the look on Charles' face, they were the right ones. Charles coughed as his eyes joined John's.' "Thank you, you also look amazing-" he mentally facepalmed.

John paused for a moment before bursting out laughing, holding his head in one of his hands. "God, you're really funny, Charles." Charles' face was a tomato by this point. "You really think so?" John nodded, still giggling a bit. "Oh gee...How many times have you said 'you too' to someone saying 'enjoy your meal?'" John asked, bursting into another fit of laughter immedientally afterwards. Charles couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "A couple times."

"Ah, God..," John chuckled. "I like you, Charles. Can I get your number?" Charles swallowed, not knowing in what kind of way John was meaning this to be. "In...What way?" He asked quietly.

John abruptly stopped moving for a second, before looking up at Charles, his phone already out. "Well, we could maybe hang out, have some fun like buddies do or maybe...," he walked a little closer, Charles' breath hitching.

"Maybe..If you want it to be more," he continued, getting close to Charles' face. "It can be." Charles temporarily stopped working for a minute. John started to giggle, beginning to walk away once he had gotten his number. "Let me know, alright?" He called out to behind him. Charles could only stare at his new contact on his phone.

"Fuck..," he breathed out.

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Word count: 1069 words

Sorry it's not too long :<