Dolph had forgotten how hard it was to concentrate with Space Kid in his classes. His gaze kept flickering to the other teen throughout class and he kept doodling in the margin of his page. His daydreaming was not a good way to start out highschool.

"Dolph Houston?"

His head snapped up from the doodle and he locked eyes with the teacher. "Ma'am?"

She looked smugly at him. "What's the answer to my question?"

"Um..." he grew nervous, causing his german accent to come back. "Vhat's ze question again?"

A majority of the class snickered at it. His face flushed red with embarrassment. The teacher crossed her arms. "My point exactly. Please pay attention, Dolph."

He gulped and nodded, flipping the paper over. Once her back was to him, a piece of paper was slipped in front of him. He covered it quickly and glanced up, at the sender, who was none other than Neil Armstrong Jr.

The space lover nodded and returned his gaze to the front of the classroom. The other male sneaked a glance at the note.

"Don't feel bad, I didn't hear the question either," it read.

He smiled at the note and wrote a reply before passing it back.

This went on for the rest of first period, and somehow they weren't caught. They were the first ones out of class, trying to hold back laughter.

"I might need some help in Art," Neil Jr. murmured as they walked down the hallway. Dolph looked over at him. "I can't do it for you, but I can give you some pointers," he answered.

"That works," the brunet stated, walking into the art room. His friend followed and stopped by the door, inhaling the scent of wet paint and sharpies. "The smell of creativity," he thought to himself as he entered the room. The sight didn't disappoint him.

Paint splattered all over the tables, the cabinets painted with unique patterns and quotes of dead artists. Tubs of acrylic paint and paint brushes in the back. A whole shelf devoted to markers, colored pencils, and crayons. He swore he saw a kiln in one of the storage rooms. This place was an artist's paradise.

He slid into a seat next to Junior and admired the ceiling, which had beautifully painted tiles on it. "Mein Gott..." he thought to himself.

"I haven't seen anyone this amazed by my room in a while," a female voice commented. Dolph's gaze snapped towards the voice. Sitting at her desk was a woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She had dark brown hair with blue and green tips, which was pulled up into a messy bun. He blinked, surprised by her looks. "Ms. Ellis?"

"Precisely," she replied, glancing up from her book. The ravenet was getting a strange vibe from her, but he wasn't sure if it was a good one or a bad one. Shrugging it off, he flashed the teacher a smile. "I'm Dolph. Dolph Houston. I like your room."

"Why thank you, Dolph," she said sweetly. She closed the book and watched the rest of the students file in. The freshman didn't recognize many of them. Instinctively, he shuffled closer to his friend.

The astronomer gave him a reassuring smile before grabbing something out of his bookbag. Dolph felt his heart melt at the sight of that smile, but tried to ignore the feeling. "He doesn't feel the same way, idiot. How could he? He deserves so much better than you, anyway."

Class soon started. It was an easy day, all they had to do was free-draw. Being the natural artist he is, Dolph finished his painting early. His eyes wandered to Junior's drawing. It was a messy doodle of the Milky Way. He saw the look of concentration on his crush's and stifled a laugh. "Looks nice," he commented.

"Sure," Space Kid muttered, erasing some of the edges. The german-american rested his chin in one hand and watched the teen draw. "I like it, though."

He paused. "Do you really?" he asked quietly. The other rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes Junior, I do."

Dolph swore he saw a blush blossom on the future astronaut's face, but ignored it. He chuckled to himself and watched him draw some more before class ended.