Joelle and Daniel; the perfect couple. She's a cheerleader, he plays football, their asian roots align perfectly. Nothing could possibly go wrong... or could it? -- Daniel's mouth dropped as he eyed the new boy from the asics on his feet, up his small yet muscular calves, up his- what he presumed to be- hard torso and to his soft yellow cheeks, the Filipino nervously fiddling with the hem of his shorts. The new boy lifted his eyebrow, two fingers in his pockets and raised his chin, nodding his head at Daniel. He flung his bag over his shoulder, walking away leaving him in a state of confusion 'Crap,' whispered Daniel, rubbing the side of his face