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A teen boy walked the hallways of his new high school. His ginger hair stuck out from the sides of his face, his bangs shading his icy blue eyes. His slender body was covered with a baggy black hoodie that covered most of his hands and hung around his mid-thigh. His legs were clothed in black skinnies with bright pink pinstripes. Mid-calf-high, black and white checkered converse were on his feet. His black messenger bag hung over his shoulder and across his chest. He was looking for the library--a quiet place to read. He messed with the two studs in his lips as he walked. Rounding a corner, he spotted the doors and hurried towards them. As he passed a hallway, a tall, beefy guy ran straight into him. He clattered to the ground. Taking a deep breath, he picked his bag up and stood, only to be purposely pushed back to the floor. This time, he growled, but stayed silent--until he turned to walk away. Then he sprang up and jumped onto his back. He wrapped his arms around the bully's neck and squeezed. His legs went around his waist and his heels dug into his hips. "Don't mess with me, b***h!" he screamed and bit into the guy's neck, breaking the skin and causing blood to run down the guy's front and his own face and neck. A few minutes later, he was yanked off of the guy. He was held by strong arms of a teacher who was yelling at him. He was spun around quickly, causing him to go dizzy and double over. He gagged and threw up to the side of him before blacking out, falling unconscious in the teacher's arms. The last thing he remembered was deep, bright green, crystal eyes staring at him.

Mr. Klause, the new biology teacher, looked down at the boy in his arms. "Is American public school always like this?" he asked another teacher with widened eyes. "Sadly, yes," the other sighed. "Take him to your classroom until he wakes up, then send him to the office for punishment," the principal said walking up. "Ms. Hutchinson, get the janitor, please," the principal continued talking to the woman that helped pull the kid off. "Oh, wait, who is this kid?" Mr. Klause asked looking at the principal. "It's the first day of school; there is no telling," the principal said helping the injured kid up. Mr. Klause--or just Calvin--sighed, picking up the kid bridal style and carrying him to his room. He laid the boy down in his chair at the desk, looking around at the classroom. He earned his teaching degree in Germany, but decided to come to America to actually teach. Thought it would be a better experience. Guess not.

The teen laid limply in the chair for a few minutes until his eyes opened. He slowly sat up and looked around. He felt the blood on him drying and he sneered. "Ew..," he said softly and shakily stood. He leaned against the desk. "Whose room is this..?

"Mine," Mr. Klause said looking up from his laptop. He was sitting at a lab table a few feet away from the desk. "I'm Mr. Klause. Who are you?" he asked calmly.

The teen looked up at him. "I'm Hanson Treigle," he said in a slight Irish accent. "I'm new. What's your first name? I hate calling teachers 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.' It's annoying." He was acting as thought the incident in the hall hadn't happened.

"Calvin. Calvin Klause. You sound Irish, do you come from Ireland? I'm German," he said softly, having a German accent especially speaking German.

Hanson nodded. "Yes. I've been here for about a month. America is very interesting. Schools are the same, though." He sighed. "So, Calvin, when are you gonna send me to the principal for punishment? I know you were told to do so."

"I was? I must have forgotten. Would you like me to remember?" he asked Hanson with a smirk, looking back at his laptop, starting to type again.

Hanson blinked. "Really?" He laughed a little. "You're cool. You know what it's like to be a kid. I like you." He took off his bloody jacket. He then walked to a lab table and began to wash the blood off of him. "Damn body fluids..."

"Well, I am only 23. You are making me feel old," Calvin said with a smirk as he looked up, watching him rinse his mouth out. "Hey. Body fluids are important. Without body fluids, humans could not get oxygen throughout their body. Not to mention saliva digests food, and 'other' body fluids help reproduce," Mr. Krause explained scientifically.

Hanson waved his comments off. "Yeah, yeah. I don't really care. Wait, you're 23? Really? Damn. I guess it'd be illegal for us to ********, then." He shrugged with a sigh and dried himself off.

Calvin gave him a look as he made the ******** comment. "Oh, so if I were 24 or 22, we could?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow because of Hanson's tone. He turned back to the laptop screen typing.

"Well, no," Hanson replied. "Mostly because you're a teacher and I'm, sadly, a student here. And because I'm only seventeen and you're 23." He plopped down in a desk.

"Well, Hanson, get used to me. I just checked my first block role and you're on it," Mr. Klause said, typing away at his laptop again uncaring. He was right: he was just a student. Nothing more.

"Awesome. Guess I'm sitting here, then." He stood then and looked over his shoulder. He looked at the screen then laughed. "Holy s**t! You're watching porn?!"

Mr. Klause looked at him. "No, of course not. That is a picture of two guys making out. Porn is sexual intercourse. Plus, this is my personal laptop, therefore it is my right to have whatever picture I want as a background," Calvin explained calmly not seeing the wrong in it.

Hanson looked at the picture a moment. "That's a really sexy picture..," he said licking his lips. "You're into twincest, too? Mm, it's so hot... It always turns me on so bad."

"Now, now, Hanson. You are in school. No boners in my class," Calvin said, shaking his finger in front of Hanson's face.

Hanson smirked. "Than I guess you should write me up. It's a little late to follow the rules now." He walked back to his seat as the bell rang for class to begin. He kept his eyes on Calvin, staring at him intensely with a small smirk on his face.

Calvin looked at him with a playful glare. "Sit down, Hanson, before you ruin my record of never writing anyone up," Mr. Klause said shutting his laptop and standing up. Then he moved to the front of the class, writing his name on the board. Then he passed out blank pieces of printing paper on every desk.

Hanson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." The rest of the class slowly filed in. He sat quietly in his desk now, not looking at anyone. He put his hood up as he sat there.

"Okay, class, there is a blank piece of paper on your desk. I want you to cut a circle out of it and write T-O-I-T on it," he said passing out scissors and writing T-O-I-T on the board, before looking around the classroom for a moment. "In your life, you will want many things. You'll want to go to college. You'll want to marry someone. You'll want to travel. You'll want to escape this town. But when you look back forty years from now, you'll say to yourself, 'I never got around to it. I never got around to marrying the love of my life. I never got around to doing my dream job. I never got around to visiting Greece, Paris, Japan, Africa, Europe or even the next state over. I never got around to it,;" he said calmly looking around at the room again.

Hanson followed directions quietly, slowly getting intrigued in Calvin's words. He wrote the letters on the paper in calligraphic writing. He then doodled off to the side.

"Now look down at your paper and tell me what you see," he said, then a kid's hand shot up. "I get it. It's a round to it," a girl said with a smile. "Exactly. Now you can't say I never got a round to it because I just gave you one," he said with a smile.

Hanson looked down at the paper and chuckled quietly. "How clever," he said quietly then began sketching on the paper. "Interesting..."

"Now this is biology, and I'm your teacher Mr. Klause," he said passing out a rule sheet. "This needs to be signed by your parents, okay?" he said aloud. There was a mumble of 'yes'es and 'okay's.

Hanson froze and frowned. "...s**t. Uh, why do we have to get it signed?" he asked quietly, giving him a pleading look.

"So I know you at least admitted to give a crap about my class. But if you have a conflict with this, stay after class, and we'll discuss it, Mr. Treigle," he said calmly.

Hanson nodded and sighed. "Fine..," he said and sat back in his chair. He glanced over at a guy who was staring at Mr. Klause hungrily. He narrowed his eyes. Idiot thinks he can win him over. Good luck, Dude. He sighed again.

After he went over the rules, Calvin passed out a pre-test. "Okay, this is just a test to see how much you know. It will not be graded unless I feel you didn't try," Mr. Klause said as he passed it out.

Hanson took the test quietly, concentrating on only that. This is so damn easy.., he thought as he slid the finished test to the corner of his desk upside-down and set his pencil in the indention of his desk. He then sat back and looked around, noticing he was the first one done.

Calvin looked up from his desk as he heard the pencil click down. Of course it was Hanson. He had to see this. He stood up, walking over and picking it up to look it over before looking back at Hanson. "You are too smart for this class. I'm having you moved to my honors class fourth block," Mr. Klause said before going back to his desk, not discussing it.

Hanson nodded. "Lovely. Now I have painting first block. Can I sleep now?" he asked in a bored tone with a sigh. He looked up at Calvin with a dull gaze.

"No, you may not. You should have slept last night," Calvin said with a hidden smirk, looking at Hanson determined to make him live up to his potential.

Hanson narrowed his eyes. "Too bad. I'm going to anyway if you don't give me anything to do."

"You said that you paint, which in turn means you are an artist. Draw me something," Calvin said with a smile playing on his lips.

Hanson blinked. "Alright... What do you want me to draw? And I'll need some copy paper to draw on." He pulled his mid-length hair back into a pony tail and picked up his pencil. It was a habit.

Calvin stood up from his desk before getting Hanson a blank sheet of paper. "Draw me something scientific so I can hang it up somewhere in my room," he said to him before returning to his desk.

Hanson blinked. "Um... Alright. I can try." He got to work sketching. He drew a face. Every part was draw out of shapely letter. The background was every chemical the human body was made up of plus scientific names of bones and such. He completed the drawing and handed it in twenty minutes. He held it up in the air, looking at Calvin. "Here."

Calvin stood up again smiling. "Thank you, Hanson. It is very good." He said, hanging it up with a tack before the bell rand and kids scrambled out the classroom.

When all the students were out of the room, Hanson sighed. "I can't get this signed," he said holding the form up. "Do I have to since I'm now in your honors class?" He stood, walking to Calvin's desk.

"Why can't you get it signed?" Calving asked sitting down on the edge of his desk rather than his chair. "Are your parents away?" he asked softly.

Hanson hesitated. "Yeah...you could say that," he said softly, setting the form on his desk. "They won't be back for a long while..."

"Care to elaborate?" he asked softly, looking at him with a concerned expression as he looked for an honest answer.

"No... I don't want to elaborate, actually, if that's alright. I don't really like to talk about my parents."

"That's fine. It was just a question. I just wanted to see if you would tell me or not. Now, come on. We need to get your classes changed," Mr. Klause said moving around his desk.

Hanson nodded and walked with him, grabbing his bag on the way out. "How many people are in your honors class?" he asked curiously.

"Seven so far. Eight including you. I only accept kids I believe can handle the class. I think you can handle it, therefore I am switching you, bur I am definitely not allowing you to be in a stupid class compared to what you should be in," Calvin said before walking into the counselor's office.

Hanson nodded. "So it should be a pretty fun class. Cool. At least I hope so..." He walked in as well and sat in a chair. "And I wait..."

"Yes, what do you need?" the counselor asked walking out from her office into the little lobby they had set up. "Hanson, here, needs his schedule changed," Mr. Klause said pulling Hanson up and pushing him towards the counselor.

Hanson blinked. "Uhh, apparently I'm changing into Calvin's fourth block honors class," he told her, "and I'll have painting first block..."

"Ah, and since when do you let kids call you by your first name? Last time you were in here, you corrected the kid for calling you anything other than Mr. Krause," the counselor said with a laugh.

Hanson shot a look at his teacher. Blackmail~

Calvin looked at Hanson then the woman. "Just change the classes, please," Mr. Klause said with a slight glare.

When they were done, they walked out and Hanson smirked up at Calvin. "so, Calvin, you don't let any other students call you by your first name, hm?"

"No, but I've never had a student that I enjoyed the company of," Calvin pointed out softly with a smile.

Hanson blinked. "You enjoy my company? Really?" A small smile made its way onto his lips. "That's a first."

"Yes, you are interesting," Mr. Klause said calmly before smiling a little with a laugh.

Hanson smiled wider. "Indeed I am. And you don't know the half of it."

"Oh, really? What's the other half, then?" he asked as he walked towards his classroom.

"Well, that's a secret no one can know," he said slyly with a wink.

"Ah. I think I will find out eventually," he said looking at him as he entered his room. "Shouldn't you go to class now?" he asked with a smirk.

"I'm not in the mood to go to class. I wanna stay in here and hang with you. It's fun in here." He looked around the room.

"Go to class, Hanson. Learn something today, why don't you?" he asked moving to his desk looking at him.

"I don't wanna. If I leave your room, I'm ditching. I'm leaving altogether." He gave Calvin a dull look. "So kick me out of school or find something we can do all block."

So you would ditch my class?" Calvin asked with a playful hurt look.

"No! I wouldn't! he quickly answered. "But I have painting fourth today. My other schedule starts tomorrow..."

"Still, you shouldn't skip or they'll kick you out of my class," Calvin explained with a hidden smirk.

"One day won't hurt anything. I just wanna hang out with you... You're cool... Please let me stay. Please?" he pouted.

"Fine. Just for today, though. Then it is back to class tomorrow," Calvin said, handing him some of the practice tests. "And if you are going to be in here, you are going to help me," Calvin said with a smirk. "You can be my little teacher's pet."

Hanson smirked a little. "Sure. I have no problem with that. Teacher's pets have a better chance of gettin' some form the teacher." He looked down at the tests. "So, what am I doing with these?"

"Grading them, of course. What do you think you are doing with them? Changing the answers to make them right?" Calvin asked with a playful smirk.

"...Maybe," he replied after a minute. He sat down in Calvin's chair with a smug smirk. He casually relaxed and began to grade the tests, making faces at some of the grades.

Calvin took one of the desks by his desk, growing silent as he graded. His expression indifferent about the grades. It was a public school and many needed help. He would teach them.

Suddenly, Hanson cried out. "These grades are horrible!" he yelled. "These people are blatant idiots! Damn! Even the dumbed-down schools I've been to weren't this bad!" He threw his arms up in disbelief.

Calvin laughed at him, watching him throw a tantrum. "They need help, but please remember it's just a practice test. They had none before this probably." Calvin laughed.

"What?! That's ridiculous! This is eleventh grade! They've had to have it! I'm supposed to be in tenth grade, and I know more than them!" he freaked, arms flailing.

Calvin laughed before standing up and covering his mouth so he would listen. "Hanson. Hanson, some people don't care. They'll pass a kid just so they don't have to teach them. I'm not like that. That's why you aren't in an easy class anymore," Calvin explained with a laugh.

Hanson grumbled from behind his hand. He then stuck his tongue out and licked the palm of it until he pulled back. "You taste salty. Doing anything naughty before school?" he asked with a purr.

Calvin gave him a look before opening a drawer quickly, almost touching Hanson's thigh when he did. There was a bag of salt and vinegar chips there, a smirk of his face.

Hanson's thigh twitched at how close Calvin's hand was to it. He then smirked back and grabbed the bag. He munched on them. "I didn't taste any vinegar on your hand. You can't fool me with this. You were masturbating earlier, weren't you? Don't worry; I was, too." He smirked wider up at his teacher.

Calvin laughed at him. "I didn't, and I don't think you should be asking a teacher that or telling me that you do such things," Calvin said, turning back to his papers.

"Even if said teacher secretly really wants to know?" he asked with a smirk. He then pulled out the last chip. "Oh, too bad for you... This is the last chip." He then set it on his tongue and bit into it.

"Oh, don't worry. I have more in the drawer below it," Calvin said, walking back over and closing that drawer, opening the one below this time, actually moving Hanson's thigh.

Hanson felt a jolt go through him at the touch. "******** me..," he then whined quietly, his grip on the chair arms tightening.

"Absolutely no. You're a student and I a teacher. Morals which title me this job keep us apart. I'm sorry to inform you of this," Calvin said walking back to the desk he was grading at.

Hanson grumbled. He then slowly smirked. "Wait, wait, wait... So if you weren't a teacher, you'd ******** me?" He grinned. "You want me."

"That is completely beside the point since I am, in fact, a teacher, Mr. Hanson," Calvin said taking a chip and eating it as if they were talking about their day.

Hanson smirked and stood. He sauntered over to the desk Calvin was at and leaned towards him, hands on the surface. He got an inch from his face. "You want me. Admit it. You wanna kiss me and touch me and ******** me..," he said in a low voice.

"No, I don't because I know it's morally corrupt," Hanson said smirking a little. "You just want me to want to kiss you and touch you and ******** you because you, in fact, want to touch, kiss and ******** me," he explained.

"Oh, s**t. You've figured me out. Damn..." He smirked. "Would you be willing to kiss and touch and ******** me off of school property?" he asked, staring into his eyes.

"Maybe. Depends on your grades. Including other classes. If I was going to date you, you should at least earn it," Calvin said still smirking.

Hanson eyes clashed. "Check my grades in a week. And I didn't say date. I just said ********." He turned with a smirk and swayed his hips a little while he walked to Calvin's desk to finish grading.

"News flash, Hanson. I only ******** people I date. Call me old fashion, but it's just how I choose to live," he stated, smirking back.

Hanson shrugged. "Then we'd date so we could ********." He sat down. "And we will one day. Soon."

"That is a bold statement for a maybe," he said with a smirk as he went back to grading.

Hanson smirked back. "I'm a bold person." He went back to the desk after kissing Calvin's cheek. He continued grading.

Calvin gave him a look for kissing his cheek before brushing it of and starting to grade again.

A few moments later, Hanson announced, "I'm done grading, Slow-a**. These people are dumb. It's terrible."

"Dumb, slow-a**, and terrible are mean words. You shouldn't use them on your peers," Calvin said as he finished.

"Well, Slow-a** is what I called you. And you are my teacher, so..." He grinned. "And I don't care about anyone else, so, they don't count."

Calvin shook his head before standing up getting his chips and starting to eat them.

Hanson licked his lips. He stood and looked at Calvin's face. Right as Calvin bit into a chip, Hanson grabbed him and shoved his tongue into his mouth. He pulled back a few seconds later munching on the chip.

Calvin blushed a little before continuing to eat. "That was inappropriate and I'll have to ask you not to do that again," he said brushing it off still.

Hanson grinned. "But I want another chip." He did it once again, pulling back with a smirk. "Are you blushing?"

Calvin was now playfully glaring. "You can still go to class, you know that, right? Now let me eat the food I put in my mouth," Calvin scolded Hanson.

Hanson grinned. He latched their mouths together again, shoving his tongue in. This time, there was no chip.

Calvin, this time, pushed him back. "I said no, Hanson. So stop," he said not playing anymore. He had morals that he wasn't going to let lust or a child ruin.

Hanson frowned. He began to feel a little embarrassed. He thought Calvin wanted it... He grabbed his bag, not looking at him in the least, and almost bolted out of the room and school, leaving his drying jacket on accident.

Calvin rubbed his temples as he sat back in his chair, shaking. He did want it. Really badly, but he knew he would lose his job if that ever happened. Hanson was a great kid, but that was just it: he was a kid and Calvin was not. He didn't even realize that the jacket was there until fifteen minutes until the next class. He set it over the edge of his chair and called the office telling them Hanson was skipping so someone would go get him.

Hanson sat on the roof of the school, feet dangling off of the edge. He stared up at the sky with a blank expression. There was absolutely no emotion across his features. He heard the bell for fourth block a while later. He jumped off of the roof, landing in some bushes. He stood and brushed himself off. He then proceeded to calmly walk to painting.

"Hanson, lovely for you to join us today. You are wanted for skipping class. Good to know you won't skip my class," the teacher said as he walked in.

Hanson sighed. He set his stuff down and walked to the office. "I was paged?" he asked in a bored voice.

"Yes, you were skipping again," the lady at the desk without even looking up.

"And? You gonna punish me or just let me go back to class?" he asked boredly.

"Detention with Mr. Klause," she said without batting an eyelash.

Hanson's eye twitched. "...Excuse you?" he asked. "There's no way in Satan's casa that I'm spending anymore time than need be with that man."

"Well, it is his turn for detention and you have it, but skip if you want. It'll only get you more time with the guy," the woman said calmly.

Hanson growled. "Can I go back to class now?" he asked angrily. He was pissed now. His eyes flashed as he looked around the room, observing. He glanced into the adjoined offices--no one else was there. What kind of ******** school was this?

"Yes. You can, just don't forget about your little study time with Mr. Klause," she said with a blank, emotionless expression.

Ten minutes later, Hanson was in his fourth block and the woman at the desk was face-down on her desk, a pen shoved through her head, bleeding all over the place.

Mr. Klause walked into the office to get his detention list, seeing the blood. "What the hell?" Calvin started before walking around the desk, seeing her body. "********," he stuttered, stumbling back. Quickly, he pulled his phone out calling 911, running out so he didn't touch anything important.

Hanson sat down in his seat and listened to the teacher speak. He was calm as can be and just began to doodle on some paper.

The principal came on over the intercom, announcing that all students were to stay in the classroom and no be let out for any reason.

Hanson began to carelessly paint, making long brush strokes on a large canvas. He acted as if nothing was going on.

Soon, everything was back to normal and the police were going to check out the evidence they had. Calvin going back to his classroom for the last ten minutes of the class period.

Hanson glanced at the clock and began to pack all of his things up. He set the painting aside to dry. he picked up his bag as the bell rang. He then calmly made his way to the door.

Calvin sat in a now empty room, waiting for the kids who had detention to come in.

Hanson knocked moments later on the door frame. "Knock, knock." He then strode in and plopped down in a desk. "I'm here for my sentence," he said dully.

"Hanson. Glad to see you're back. Sorry about earlier, but I told you I don't have relationships with students... Even if I really, really want it," Calvin said leaning back.

Hanson looked up at Calvin with shining eyes. "Do you do want me..." He though for a minute. "So, since it's after school hours... If I were to ask you if you like to go on a date with me after school, then what would you say? I'm not asking for any special privileges or grade changes. I can get those on my own. I just want a simple date."

Calvin glanced away. "Outside of school, I would have to say yes," he said blushing a little feeling so dirty because he was breaking rules.

Hanson smiled a little. "So, if I were to say that I'd much appreciate it if you'd drive me to a nearby coffee shop and join me for an hour or so after detention, what would you reply?" He gave Calvin a somewhat excited look.

"A sad yes, because it would completely be out of line and bad. You break all my rules," he said with a small laugh at himself.

Hanson grinned in accomplishment. "I guess it's settled, then. After detention it looks like we're going on our first date." He then lounged. "So what are we to do now?"

"Sit here and wait out your sentence. We have to be here in case a principal stops by to talk to me," Calvin said calmly, trying to keep some rules.

Hanson sighed and sat there boredly. "...I'm bored as hell," he said five minutes later.

Calvin laughed a little at Hanson's statement. "Well, you could help me grade third and fourth blocks' tests. I have to say you'll have some real competition in fourth block. All the ones that I've graded were 100s, too," Calvin said with a smirk. Hanson sighed again. "Grading is boring, but I guess it's better than nothing... Hand over the papers." He stood and walked over to him, holding out his hand expectantly.

Calvin laughed before handing him fourth block's tests. "Have fun," he said with a laugh.

Hanson nodded and began grading. A few minutes later, he set them aside. "All but three are hundreds. Two only missed one and the last didn't even try. He made a sixteen."

"Oh, good. Now you are going to help me with third block," he said, passing some to Hanson.

Hanson shook his head. "IHanson groaned in complaint. "More? Dammit..." he grumbled and got to work again. "There's three hundreds and the rest vary in grade. Are we done yet?" He asked boredly.

Calvin laughed seeing Hanson was done. "Well, It's 5:00PM so we can go and get that coffee if you want. I had a rough afternoon so it might help. Like really, You will never guess what happen to me " He said standing up.

Hanson rose and eyebrow, standing as well. "Oh really? And just what happened to you this afternoon?" He asked with a chuckle as they walked out the classroom. He waited for Calvin to lock the door.

"I walked into the office and found a the lady that worked in there dead during 4th block today." He answered with wide eyes. It was crazy to him that someone would kill someone so polite.

"Really? That's weird. Who would do something like that? She was so nice" he said, a frown on his face. He acted like he knew absolutely nothing about it.

"Well that is a touchy subject. Let's talk about you, Tell me about yourself, I really don't know a lot about you." Calvin said with a soft smile.

Hanson blinked. "Well, what do you want to know about me?" He asked as they walked out of the school.

"Tell me just five things about you that you think I should know" He offered walking to his hybrid car, and opening and closing the door for Hason.

Hason slid into the passenger seat. "Well... umm... I.. uh...,"he thought out loud. "Uh... I don't know what to tell you.."

"Tell me something simple, like your favorite food. Mine is German chocolate cake because it reminds me of home. There's a question right there. What reminds you of home?" Calvin offered again being positive. Hason was a complete mystery to him, he just wanted a small light in the dark room that Hason was.

Hason thought. "Favorite food? Um... I'm not picky, so I don't have one... I prefer Asian, though..." He then thought for a moment. "What reminds me of home..? The Holocaust. A friendless, lonely period of time, sometimes wondering if I'll survive there. Wondering if anything will happen to me... Wondering, terrified, if they're gonna take me away and kill me or if they'll just until I waste away..."

Calvin looked at him for a moment, a bit of tension in his face that was actally worry, before starting up the car. "That's not a good thing to be reminded of, Don't you think?"He asked softly trying to see if he saw that too. It felt like he was trying to freak him out. Never the less, he started to drive to the local starbuck's.

"No it's not... but I can't help it. It's how it is." He then went quiet, staring out the window, his face propped on his hand. He sighed a little.

"Hason if you want to tell me something you know you can right? I won't tell anyone what you tell me, if you don't want me too." Calvin said worriedly feeling right bad for the kid. He really didn't seem to have a good life.

"I can't. If anyone finds out, I'll have to move again... I don't want to... I finally found someone worth staying for..." He looked over at Calvin.

"What do you mean, Hanson? Why would you have to move away?" Calvin asked quickly as he parked in the parking lot of Starbucks.

Hanson shook his head violently and held his head in his hands. "I can't tell you!" he yelled and closed his eyes, biting his lip hard. He hunched over in his seat.

"Fine. Just calm down! Okay?" he said looking at him freak out. He didn't understand what was wrong. He couldn't help him even though he wanted to.

Hanson looked up at him with tears and helplessness in his eyes. "No more questions about it..," he said weakly. "Please..."

"Fine, fine. No more questions," he said, opening the door to his side. "Let's just go have the coffee, okay?" he said before walking around opening Hanson's door.

Hanson nodded and got out of the vehicle. He unconsciously grabbed his arm and leaned on him like they were a couple.

Calvin let him walking into the shop walking up to the counter knowing he wanted a caramel latte. "What do you want?" he asked softly.

Hanson said without a second thought, "Caramel Latte." He said it in a quiet voice and moved his head down to Calvin's, weaving their fingers together mindlessly.

Calvin didn't mind the hand, just wanting him to feel better. "Two caramel lattes," he said with a smile because they wanted the same thing.

Hanson smiled up at him. "Can I sit down and wait..?" he asked up to him like a child.