The Best Damn Thing

Chapter One

Oikawa stared lazily out the window of the small café. He was bored despite Iwaizumi sitting across from him, but that was because he was ignoring the brunette. His headphones were in as he studied.

At the man's glare, the only attention he got for not doing his work, Oikawa picked up his pen and turned his attention to the paper on the table, but he hated English and his five page essay barely had a paragraph.

He wrote a few more words before propping his head on his hand, disinterest raking over once more. He twirled his pen and watched Iwaizumi . The bells above the café door chimed as someone entered and Oikawa lifted his head slightly to look, biting at the ring on the lower right of his lip.

"Excuse me," said a grey-haired boy with kind features. He smiled and Oikawa bit down harder than intended on his ring and winced. The smile, though clearly fake - and Oikawa only knew because he had mastered the fake smile himself- and small, fit wonderfully on his perfect face.

He was perfect, the perfect that Oikawa masqueraded as, but knew he would never actually be. It couldn't have been explained to him if he had been as receptive as his best friend, the only one to see through the best of his fake smiles.

A kick to his shin brought him back to the table and Iwaizumi's glare which was, yet again, directed at him. "Ow, Iwa!"

"You're drooling, Trashykawa. Keep writing or you're never going to finish that essay. Stop getting distracted." The man's stare bore holes into him and he bit back his complaints.

Almost. "It's just so boring! Why can't English be interesting?" The kick was to his knee this time. "That was my bad knee," he whined.

Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi changed tactics, hitting home with the new method. "I'm not taking you to that concert next week unless you pass this essay and you can't do that if you don't get at least a page done before you go to work tonight."

His face lit up and he smiled. "You weren't lying about taking me to the concert?"

"Only if a full page of that essay is done before you go to work or I won't even let you see a photo of the tickets."

It was the motivation Oikawa needed and by the time he felt the tap on his shoe, he was two paragraphs into the second page. Gathering his things, he slipped them into his bag and pushed it out of his way to stand.

He didn't pay close enough attention to the world around him in doing so and, a moment later, someone was tripping over the bag. Barely processing what had happened, he reacted, grabbing the persons hand and spinning them as he pulled them up. He'd stepped forward, propping his bum knee under the person's back, his other hand just barely grabbing the cup before the contents could dump over the hardwood floor. What did spill ran down his hand.

He looked down to see who he had saved, breath hitching when he saw the silver hair and hazelnut eyes staring up into his.

"I know I'm perfect, but usually when I make people fall for me, it isn't literally," he flirted without a second thought, pulling the man to his feet, more to relieve the pressure on his knee than anything. He smirked, mouthing the lip ring again in usual habit and enjoying the way the guy stared at it.

"I, um, thank you," he finally stuttered, reaching for his drink. "I'm so sorry. Does it burn?" Oikawa snickered, bursting out laughing when he looked incredulously at him. "What?"

He pushed the cup into his hand. "You're asking me if an iced coffee burns? Seriously?" The man's cheeks flushed a bright red and he reached around Oikawa to grab a napkin, trying to wipe the coffee off his hand for him.

"I'm so sorry," he muttered.

He closed his hand over the other's, catching him there. "Don't worry about it," he grinned. "So, Mr. Refreshing, are you going to tell me your name?"

While the man was distracted with the pet-name, Oikawa took the pen Iwaizumi was handing him and scribbled his name and number on the cup, slipping the pen into his pocket afterward.

"S-Sugawara Koushi," he said, but Oikawa had already let go and lifted his bag onto his shoulders.

He strutted after Iwaizumi, turning to give a little half wave and one of his best smiles. "Well, Mr. Refreshing, I'd love for you to fall for me again sometime."

Iwaizumi pushed the door open and Oikawa was stupid enough to trust in him to hold it, but it slammed shut into his nose. Oikawa winced and pushed the door open, hoping Sugawara hadn't seen.

He hurried after his best friend, wondering why he deserved such a title. "Iwa, you're so mean! That really hurt," he whined when he caught up.

"Maybe if you stopped being such a flirt I wouldn't have to bring you back to reality."

"You're not usually so mean when it comes to my flirting. Are you and Yaku having problems again?"

"Shittykawa, if you shut up, I'll drive you home."

"Deal!" He didn't shut up, but the conversation did shift back to the concert.