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The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, maybe find a creative alternative?) (Only if you want to and haven't already.)

Thoughts From Me: Please write the pairing/fandom, and a prompt if you feel like leaving one. I will do it all, if I know the fandom (if I don't I will give it a shot but don't expect it to be perfect or anything.)

1. BWoC, Tommy/Merton - whatyoulove
2. GH, Dante/Johnny - kira_bouvier
3. Psych, Shawn/Lassiter - dark_dreymer
4. Losers, Cougar/Jensen - cynic_fic
5. GH, Jason/Spinelli - suerum
6. Zombieland, Tallahassee/Columbus - suerum
7. GH, Johnny/Michael - radrcks
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Day One --- loooong commentfic is looooong (i need a losers icon)

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Jacob Jensen’s first day at his new school starts out on a bad note.

His sister’s new baby, now all of two months old, kept them up all night with her screaming and fussing. He can’t even be mad about it since she’s a baby after all, and she has that really obnoxiously adorable thing going for her – but he’s basically dead on his feet and he’s not even in the building yet.

He collides with someone – a rather preppy looking fellow with designer clothes and really expensive looking sunglasses – on his way in the door and receives a biting, “Watch where you’re going, geek,” in response to his unintended actions. But he just shrugs and keeps walking.

The only thing keeping him going at all are the headphones that are half on his ears. “Ooh, the flood is threatenin’ my very life today… Gimme, gimme shelter – I’m gonna fade away…” He hums out the familiar lines of the Rolling Stones song as he heads toward his newly assigned locker and spins in the combination. 20, 34, 20.

Unfortunately, the locker marks the end of the music so he braces himself for what will inevitable be pure exhaustion by the end of first period and trudges off to his first class of the day – Biology.

He slips into the room after navigating the complex maze of hallways with surprising ease and finds all but one seat claimed. Second row, far side of the room. Silently, he crosses the room, adjusting his glasses and fidgeting nervously as eyes land on him.

“Hi.” He says to his neighbor as he claims the seat. Beside him sits a boy his age, who pointedly ignores him but does a moment to take in his neon yellow ‘International Order of Gorillas’ t-shirt. The guy makes some noncommittal noise and turns away, tilting the edge of his cowboy hat down over his eyes. Why is he even wearing the thing in here, anyway? “I’m Jake Jensen.” He says, because he never did know when to shut up. “I just moved here and I hope you don’t mind me sitting here but it was the only seat and are you ignoring me on purpose or-”

The stranger turns to level him with a glare that very, very obviously says ‘shut up now or else,’ and then he’s back to ignoring Jake again.

Any continuations of his lengthy diatribe are permanently killed off when the teacher walks in. Had Jake not already met up with all of his teachers, he might’ve been worried when she started rattling on about an upcoming test.

“And, Mr. Jensen, if you need any help, I’m sure Mr. Alvarez there would be glad to catch you up before Friday.” She says, gesturing to the boy with the long, dark hair and the cowboy hat beside him. “Isn’t that right?”

“Mm.” The boy, last name Alvarez, grunts in acknowledgment.

“Good, then, if that’s settled, I suppose we can get back to DNA transcription and translation, yes?” With that, she turns to the board, chalk in hand, and sets to work on the lesson for today.

Fifty minutes later, the bell rings, and the other boy bolts as soon as it does, leaving Jensen with several questions (none of which actually have anything to do with biology) and no answers.

His next two classes are uneventful – English, which he finds incredibly boring because he’s already read the book they’re discussing, and Math, which he flies through with ease since his love for all things computer related tend to require it.

By lunch, his eyes are drooping and he’s near ready to fall asleep in his food. His headphones are back in place, this time with the Eagles playing rather loudly. “On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair…” Singing lightly under his breath, he feels something kind of like fractionally more awake so he lifts his head enough to look around the large cafeteria.

Across the room, he spots the boy from his biology class sitting with two others, a guy and a girl. Alvarez – he really needs to find out a first name – is staring at him. Rather, observing, as one might do with a potentially volatile chemical or a suspicious website.

Jake Jensen, in all his bravery, raises a hand, waves. Alvarez rolls his eyes and looks away.

The bell rings again what seems like mere minutes after he sat down, but the whole thirty minutes has indeed passed by. So he gets up and trashes his stuff, intent to visit his locker again before heading to gym.