It was a lazy afternoon, autumn sun still heating the streets. Most of the local students were outside, enjoying the nice weather, having fun - but there were still certain individuals locked inside the school building. In the hallway of the biggest high school of the area stood a boy with blond and violet hair, wearing a casual shirt and sweats. Checking his clock every five minutes, he waited impatiently. The boy's name was Spyro - his mother was an immigrant and insisted the name should be pronounced as Spirow, but to him it made little difference - and he was a senior. Once he graduated, he wanted to study special effects and pyrotechnics. However, currently he was stuck waiting for his boyfriend who was sitting in detention yet again. Crash wasn't his real name, of course, but the ginger was always head first into every possible mess, so the nickname was more than fitting. Despite what one might assume, Crash was a kind and loving guy, even if a bit silly and careless sometimes.

After about half an hour, the wait was rewarded as the school's hooligans were freed. Spyro rushed to greet his lover with a warm embrace.

"Hey babe," he signed with his hands, "how are you?" Crash started signing back enthusiastically, telling about Nina C. teasing his sister, how he stood up for Coco and therefore ended up in detention. Spyro watched, but found his focus slipping as he mentally stopped to adore the little sounds his boyfriend made whilst 'talking'. He assumed it was a deaf thing, but since he didn't know any other deaf people he couldn't know for sure. Once the other was done, he gave him a smile and asked:

"We ready to roll?"

Crash nodded furiously, taking Spyro's hand in his. They walked out of the big glass doors of the building, towards the parking lot where Crash's motorbike was parked. Leaving the world to burn behind them.