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You were bored. 

Eventually you reached your destination, and you showed Emil to his class. Now it was just you and Lukas. Trying to make things less awkward, you glanced down at your shoes, not realizing that you were about to walk right into a certain Dane.

"Ah!" You cried out, feeling yourself falling backwards. Then your felt strong arms pulling you back up. You twisted your neck slightly, only to see Lukas's nose buried in your hair.

"Be more careful..." He murmured. You looked up at the person you had walked into. You were prepared to apologize profusely, but scowled when you realized who it was.

"Sorry, Mathias." You stated, irritated. This guy was nothing but a troublemaker. Lukas scowled too when Mathias seemed to recognize him.

"Lukas! Long time no see, bro!" He slung an arm around Lukas's neck, but he quickly shoved the Dane off.

"Don't touch me." Lukas then grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the door, ignoring Mathias's pleas of "I miss my drinking buddy!"

You sweatdropped, before meeting the eyes of the teacher. He had long blonde hair, steely blue eyes, and his name was Mr. Germania. "Is this the new student?" You nodded. "Good. Lukas, you can sit by _____. She's help you catch up on what we've been doing."

You led Lukas to a desk, and sat down in the seat beside him. "How do you know Mathias?" You asked, genuinely curious. His scowl reappeared.

"We're cousins." 

"Really?!" You said. "I never thought someone like you would be related to him." You clapped a hand over your mouth immediately after you realized what you just said, and apologized profusely for your lack of good manners. Lukas sighed. You tried not to be awkward, so you said the only thing you could think of. "So, um...where are you from?"

"Norway." 

"Oh, well then you don't need catching up on the lesson. We've been studying Scandinavia for the past few weeks." You explained. First period honors history was a bit of a tire so early in the morning, but you managed pretty well.

"And that would explain your cool accent, too." Lukas looked at you oddly."She like my accent? Whatever, at least it's a compliment." He smiled a little bit, only visible to you. You returned the gesture, pleased that you had made this stoic boy smile, even if it was only a bit.

Then the bell rang. Mr. Germania closed the door to the classroom, and shut off the lights. "Class, today we are watching video clips of movies that take place in Norway, so that you can get the basic idea of what the scenery looks like." He reached up and switched on the projector that was mounted on the ceiling, and the projector screen in the front of the room began glowing.

(Insert Norwegian scenery here) flashed by on the screen, amazing you with its natural beauty. You floated off into a trance, with a distant smile on your face. Lukas watched as you cradled your head on your hands, mesmerized by what was on the screen. 

Suddenly, someone shout-whispered in your ear. "BOO!" You freaked out and clutched Lukas's shoulder. 

From behind you, you heard obnoxious laughter. You quickly released your grip on Lukas, blushing. Mathias fell out of his chair, and you giggled. 

"Serves him right." You said, facing Lukas. "And sorry for grabbing your arm, he really got me, hehe..." You sheepishly rubbed the back of your head, embarrassed.

After class was over, you head to math. It was your least favorite class because your teacher was so boring, and you also struggled a bit with math.

Again, you sat next to Lukas. The teacher wasn't there, and a substitute was present. The sub fell asleep on the desk, and the class erupted into chaos, so you and Lukas were the only two actually working. You looked at the next problem on the board, chewing the end of your pencil.

Lukas tapped you on the shoulder. "Would you like some help?" He asked politely. You nodded, cheeks reddened slightly. He leaned closer to you, as to see your paper. Your cheeks reddened further, but they died down when Lukas spoke. "All you need to do is this." He (insert math stuff here, I don't know what lol), and suddenly it all made sense. 

"Oh...thank you. It all makes sense now." You sighed with relief. Then the blasted bell rang again. "Time to go to biology!" You nearly sang, extremely pleased to get out of math class.

However, your expression turned sour as you remembered what you were doing today in biology. "Oh, yeah. Um, we're dissecting fetal pigs today, Lukas."

His expression remained the same, though he did glance at you occasionally while you were walking together. Once you had sat down in the classroom, the teacher began explaining the assignment. Much to the class's delight, he allowed you all to pick your own lab partners. You looked at Lukas hopefully. "Wanna be my partner?" He shrugged in return, which you took as a yes. You left your seat to gather your supplies, and returned with dissection tools.

Your hand shook as you lowered the blade to the unborn pig. "Where do I make the incision again?" You asked Lukas, having forgotten with your extreme disgust. He took your hand with the scalpel in it, and guided it through the flesh of the creature.

You shuddered, but it passed when you finished sooner than expected. You wiped your brow. "Phew..." You breathed out, relieved. "Thanks Lukas," You told the Norwegian gratefully.

After biology, you had english. You were reading poetry, aloud. You and Lukas sat in the front row, so you had to go first. You were surprised by how fluid and smooth Lukas's voice sounded while he read from the textbook. In fact, the class applauded him when he was finished. He merely looked surprised when you clapped with them and smiled at him. 

Next was culinary, which you had with Emil. You bid goodbye to Lukas. He looked a bit disappointed, but continued to his next class anyway. 

"Hey Emil!" You said cheerfully. 

"Hallo." You grinned at the sight of him in chef's attire. He looked handsome, even in that. You quickly pulled on your own garments, and swept your hair back into a ponytail. Emil blushed. He could see your face much clearer now.

The teacher clapped loudly to gain the class's attention before beginning the lesson. "Today we'll be making cakes to practice icing skills. Choose a partner." Everyone in the class separated into clumps. You looked up at Emil, and, grinning sheepishly, linked arms with him. "Good." The teacher continued. "You will be making cakes for each other. Make sure to include colorful decorations if you want a good score," She finished with a huff. "You may begin."

"Emil, what kind of stuff do you like?" You asked.

"Hm...licorice...and puffins." He replied. You hummed lightly, thinking. "What sort of stuff do you like, _____?"

"Oh, me? I like the color (f/c), and...let's see...anime? Anything, I guess," you said awkwardly. Emil looked deep in thought, but didn't say anything.

You grabbed the ingredients for the cake batter, and poured them into the bowl. Emil mixed it while you got out the components of the icing.

"Hey, Emil. I think I'll just make white icing, and we can color it later." You suggested. Emil nodded, spooning the batter into a mold. He handed you the bowl, containing half of the batter. 

You planned to make a mini puffin cake. So, you poured your vanilla batter into a small, bird-shaped pan. While it was baking, you dyed the icing black, and found some red licorice. After the cake was finished baking, you put it on a rack to cool, and then put it on a white plate. You squeezed the black icing out of the bag in long strokes, creating a feathered textured. You then smoothed white icing over the face area, and squeezed two long pieces of yellow icing for the beak. You pressed two black jellybeans into the face for eyes, and added red licorice at the bird's neck to make a cute bow tie. For the finishing touch, you sprinkled white coconut around the cake to create 'snow'.

Finally, the teacher announced that time was up. You proudly handed over the puffin cake to Emil, smiling, while he gave you his own creation. It was a tiny heart-shaped cake, colored (f/c), and an anime version of yourself delicately iced on the top. You were flattered that he would work so hard on a cake for you, but quickly began feeling insecure about your own cake. 

"Emil, thank you so much! This is beautiful," you exclaimed. "But what do you think about mine?"

Emil turned to look at you, a strand of red licorice hanging from his mouth. You laughed. "What?" he asked.

"I see that you like it," you said happily. He smiled sweetly, and you blushed a slightly. After all of the cakes had been eaten, you were dismissed and allowed to go to your next class. On your way, you bumped into Lukas. He didn't see you, though, so you poked his shoulder. 

He turned around, looking a bit surprised. But then he gave you an odd look. "What?" You asked, wondering if there was something on your face.

Lukas sighed. "You look younger next to Emil, like you're the same age," he explained.

"Well, actually I am. I skipped a grade when I was younger."

"Oh." He replied.

Emil's heart beat raised. "She's the same age as me? That might give me a slight advantage over Lukas..." He thought, glaring at Lukas.

Lukas glared back, until you noticed that they seemed to be having an unspoken argument. "Uh, guys? You okay?" They snapped out of it, directing their gazes at you. "Um, never mind..." You looked away, embarrassed. 

Suddenly, Emil took your arm, storming down the hall, looking furious. Lukas reached out, but to no avail; you were pulled from his grasp. "Emil, what's going on?" You asked nervously. He seemed to calm down a bit, and looked you in the eyes.

"Nothing," he said. You eyed him suspiciously, but decided not to pry. 

"You're going the wrong way." Emil looked mortified and began walking in the other direction. Thankfully Lukas was gone by now, or else you might have had further trouble.

Upon arriving at your final class, art, you noticed that the room was filled with large canvases on easels, and watercolors. "Yay! We get to paint today," you told Emil excitedly. He still looked slightly irritated, but sat next to you. As the teacher was nowhere to be found, you and the rest of the class decided to go ahead and begin painting.

You were painting a rose, but in an eerie shade of purple to make it interesting. Emil, of course, painted a puffin. He observed your artwork and smiled slightly, praising your work. You did the same for his puffin, and finally, the school day was over.  

Unfortunately, you had forgotten to help Lukas and Emil find their lockers. "Oh! Emil, I forgot to tell you, we need to find out where your locker is," you explained to him, walking out of class. He handed you his schedule, and sure enough, his locker code was printed on it. "276! That's just to the left of mine!" You exclaimed, showing Emil to his locker. He had trouble opening it, and the halls were cleared by the time he figured out the lock.

"Oh! I forgot to tell Lukas! Wait here, I'll be right back!" You called, dashing away to find the Norwegian.

"Wait, _____-" Emil yelled, but you were already gone. He ran after you, but couldn't catch up.

Finally, you found Lukas, walking towards the exit. "Lukas, wait!" He turned around to face you. But, you slid on the tile floor, and fell right on top of him, landing on the floor.

Both of your cheeks flushed red as you realized what position you were in. You were straddling Lukas's chest, your uniform skirt had ridden up to expose your upper thighs. Your hands were on either side of his head, giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

His short blonde hair was laying flat around his head, his curl still floating. You, always the curious one, decided to play with it. You curled your slender fingers around it, your lips curling upward.

"N-" Lukas tried to protest, but ended his sentence with a moan escaping his lips. He blushed, but you continued to finger his whimsical floating curl, enjoying every second of his blush, thinking it was cute. But just when he looked as if he could take no more, he flipped you over onto your back.

His dark blue eyes were half lidded, and he was panting. You could feel his warm breath tickling your neck, it smelled of cool mint.

"Hey! What are you two doing?!" Emil finally had caught up, panting. Lukas jerked away from you, pulling you off the floor with him. His expression was once more stoic, and his eyes were trained to the ground.

You brushed off your knees, and apologized to both Emil and Lukas. "Emil, it's not what you think. I accidentally fell on top of Lukas, and pulled his curl-I didn't mean for anything to happen," you explained apologetically. "Lukas, I actually came to find you so that I could help you find your locker." He reached into his pocket and whipped out his schedule. "278, that's the locker to the right of mine. Come, I'll show you where it is." 

As you started walking towards the lockers, the two brothers were left speechless. "How can she recover so quickly?" They both wondered. But, they followed you anyways.

You stopped next to Lukas's locker, and opened it for him. "Here, you can put your stuff in here now," you told him, smiling. Lukas out a notebook and two textbooks into the small space, and looked down into your eyes, as he was significantly taller than you.

Emil had already left school, having driven off in his silver (insert car that you like). So now, it was just you and Lukas. "_____. I'm...sorry," he sighed.

You cocked your head to the side. "For what? That was my fault, it's me who should be sorry." Lukas smiled a tiny bit.

"Would you like for me to walk you home?" He asked politely.

"That would be wonderful."