My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Parvis,

*So another thing that it seems all Yog writers do is some sort of Teen!Cast or high school ship story I-really-don't-know-what-I'm-trying-to-say-here  so here ya go!*

Parvill

I put my AP Chem. book in my locker and grab my Basics book. I head down the hall toward my study hall, room 114. I keep my head down as I walk down one hall and up another, sitting at a round table currently occupied by Xephos and Honeydew. I sit down wordlessly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. A body plops down into the chair next to me just as the bell rings. 

"You need to be quicker," I whisper to the man in the black Area 11 shirt sitting next to me.

"Mr. Ridge won't care." 

My eyes slide over to him and I take in his messy black hair that he probably hasn't combed in days, the slight smell of smoke that comes from playing at bars, that mischievous glint in his eye-

"Strife? William Strife?" I jolt out of my revive and mumble 'here', ears turning pink. Mr. Ridge looks at me, a silent warning. 

I look over at him again and see him smirking.

After roll, Xephos catches my eye and vaguely gestures in Parvs' direction, eyebrows slightly raised. I frown, but raise my eyebrows. He scoots his chair closer to me, and I do the same. 

"Have you said anything to him yet?" He says, low enough for only us to hear. 

I look at him, mouth agape. "We both know that is not happening. Ever."

Xephos smirks. "Valentines day is coming up, Strife. You could send him a love letter, anonymous, of course," He hastily adds, seeing the look of horror on my face. 

"Did Honeydew hit you again," I say, a bit too loud.

"Oi, I have never hit Xephos!" I look up and see Parv looking at Xephos and I. He frowns slightly, looking at the very minimal space between us. He looks up at me and smirks. I quickly look away. 

I open my book to a random page and continue to stare at vectors as Xephos talks.

"C'mon, what's the worst that could happen? He knows its you and tells you that he loves you too?" 

"Logically speaking-" I start.

"Strife, as a one-day-to-be business man, you know that sometimes you have to take risks. This is one of those risks." I look at him, and can't help but laugh at his face. 

"Don't look at me like that, Xephos. And don't pull that card on me, because it won't work." I look back down, pretending to be more interested in the vectors on the page. 

We sit in silence, letting the voices of others fill the gap. 

Xephos speaks up again a few minutes afterwords. "Strife?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember how I did you that favor, and you said I could collect it anytime, for anything?" 

"You wouldn't," I breath. 

"I just might," He smiles. 

And people thought I was the evil one. Little do they know. . .

"Xephos-"

"Will?" Xephos and I look up, slightly surprised at the use of my first name. Myself happy for the interruption.

"Yeah Parvis?"

"Um, do you think you could help me?" I feel a smile tug my lips.

"Uh, sure Parv. What with?" I scoot over, and from the look Xephos gives me, I know this conversation is far from over.