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BoyxBoy One shots - By Request (Mostly)

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Hello again!

Here's another one shot for you lovely people! Now I can go eat my lunch :D Please COMMENT and VOTE if you like it.

Thanks, 

SilverSpirals

Request: 

two highschool seinors  

1. He's very musical (plays the piano) and very small, blonde hair and brown eyes, shy and cute. He's average in school and is not exactly popular but has a few close friends 

2. He's a jock and is kind to everyone and doesn't tollerate bullying, brunette and green eyes. Straight A student wants to be a doctor 

You can create the story line but can i have a lemon please :P thankyou

Disclaimer: Apart from the above, this story is entirely my creation.

Connor's POV

"You sure you wanna stay longer?" My best friend Jace asked me as the buzzer rang signalling the end of the day and people started heading out the music room we were in. "Cause you know, you're gonna have to walk home and for you that's like a half hour walk."

That part was true - Jace was my lift home, but I could do with staying after to work on my music. "I know but I really need to finish the piece I've been working on and I've got a really good idea for the ending, so I just need to get it down. Besides I could do with practicing on a real piano for once anyway." I replied, referring to the battered old, out of tune piano I had to make do with at home.

"You'll be all right?"

"Hey! Are you questioning my machoness?! I'm not that small, you know!"

"No, actually at just under 5ft, you're quite the giant." He mocked, before high-tailing it there when I pretended to go after him. It was true that I was vey small, there was no point in denying it, but I'd been told by many that my smallness combined with my brown eyes and mop of blonde hair made you cute and hey, who wants to complain about that?

Laughing to myself, I headed over to the grand piano in the corner of the room, settling down in front of it before playing through the piece I'd written, then letting the music flow through me and improvising from where the music stopped.

I went on like that for a few hours, occasionally getting up to write down notes that worked, but mostly just enjoying the freedom playing gave me.

It must have been a few hours since the end of school when I heard laughter outside the room and the door burst open and three jocks stumbled into the room. "Can't believe you forgot your bag, man, I mean, how the hell d'ya do that anyway?" One of them chuckled before they looked up and spotted me in the corner, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

The smiles on their faces immediately dropped to be replaced by sneers as they glared at me. Oh Sh*t. I knew that expression.

I was hoping that considering the fact that I was senior now, same as them, I would be left alone this year, but the glares they were shooting at me blatantly told me that that was a very stupid assumption to make.

Why did this room only have one exit? If there was another door, I might have been able to run out of there unscathed, but that was just wishful thinking.

"Hey look, it's pathetic little Connor Greene. Looks like you don't have any friends to save you this time, what do you think, guys?"

Yep, definitely not getting out of this one, I thought sadly. I suddenly felt angry, what was wrong with me? Why was I always picked on? So what if I was gay, I was still a person, still a human being.

I shot up from the stool I was sitting on and charged towards them, anger spilling off me in waves, "What makes me so different from you?! Why do I get treated differently? Is is because I'm small, more vulnerable, or does it really all come down to the fact that I'm gay?" Some part of my mind was screaming at me to shut up, to just stop screaming at them because the more I talked, the worse I was gonna look once this was over. But hell, I was gonna get beaten up either way, and I wasn't gonna just stand there and take it, I'd lose the little respect I had for myself. So I carried on with my rant, watching as their faces grew angrier and angrier, until they were practically spitting with rage. "I'm person too, you know. I have feelings. So why don't you use those stupid brains you were given and think before you act for once?"

That did it. The guy on the left lunged at me, punching me hard in the stomach, yelling, "Don't you dare talk to us like that, you little sh*t!" as I groaned in pain and stumbled backwards.

By some amazing feat of luck, the door sprung open right after he landed the punch, saving me from another one I was sure would have been aimed at my face. "What the f*ck is going on in here?" The voice was quiet but deadly, and my eyes widened as I realised that the voice belonged to none other than Logan Freeman, the straight A student who was also a jock and the hottest guy in our school, probably the whole world. Although my opinion might be slightly biased considering I'd had a crush on the guy since the first time I saw him, all the way back in freshman year.

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