Psycho Chan's Note: Sorry it took me so long to write another chapter. Twitter Chan and I had finished this story but I didn't like how it ended it so I'm rewriting it. I just hope I do a decent job. Sorry for the wait…I suck…

Part Three: A Talk

Two weeks passed by, and there was nothing from HotStreak. Not for Virgil or Static. He just sort of disappeared. Virgil thought it was probably embarrassment. He sure as hell wouldn't be able to face him if he were caught. Again, early for school, the hero makes his way to his locker. Richie had overslept and is now freaking out about a presentation that he hadn't practiced the night before. So he was in the library, practicing on his own.

"Guess that presentation is important…" Virgil mumbles to himself, digging through his locker he had to pay for. It was either he tell the truth or pay for it. Thinking HotStreak is already on parole, he didn't need the blame. "Man…I still don't get Ebon and Shiv…" Setting his hand on his new door, the boy still wonders about those two. His thinking his cut short when an unnaturally heated hand covers his and slams his door shut.

"You've got three seconds to explain yerself before I smack you up good Hawkins."

HotStreak.

"Oh" is nearly stuttered out. The red head had literally came out of nowhere. "Explain myself? What about you? You act like you hate my guts with the way you use to beat me to a pulp…" Virgil found himself…not afraid of the other man.

"I don't have to explain myself to you."

"Alright. Then neither do I." Virgil turns to leave down the hall, a bluff which works.

"Okay okay…I like you…happy?" HotStreak looks away.

"You already told me that a while ago." The younger teen laughs, leaning against his locker. He gets a lot of looks from other students as they pass by. "Is there something else you want to say or what?" After a lot of thinking, he had accepted the other man's feelings for him. Virgil had even wondered what it would be like to date Francis let alone another man. These thoughts have left him curious and even wanting it.

Especially when that pink color sank into HotStreak's cheeks. Both of them knew what was going to be asked. Though one fears rejection and the other finds this totally amusing. "Well…I was…wonderin'…if…" The taunting smile on Virgil's face didn't help the embarrassing factor either.

Before HotStreak can ask, the bell rings, startling him as he remembers he's in the hallway of school.

"Gotta go." Francis attempts to walk away but is stopped by a gentle grasp. He turns to see brown eyes looking up at him.

"You know…never thought of you as the shy type Francis…" That didn't help the red head much either. He usually wasn't. He wondered if it was because Virgil was the first person he actually liked.

"I'm not…"

"Well…then ask me…" He was getting a kick out of this.

A low growl escapes the man's throat. He had ran through his head millions of times. It was just his luck that he would chicken out at the last second. "…would…would you…"

Already late for class, Virgil smiles. As fun as this was, his father would have an episode to hear his son was late for school again, or another class. "If you stay outta trouble we can date. See ya around then."