*A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly

And is also known as a buster*

Yami, Bakura, and Seto sat scheming in an empty classroom, closely huddled together. All three were peeved that the other two had found out about their supposedly “secret” crushes and had been goaded into helping the mutual cause of getting everyone hooked up for the dance. Much glaring and cursing ensued, but little work was accomplished.

*Always talkin' about what he wants

And just sits on his broke ass*

The three objects of the semi-truce between enemies wandered around the halls, hoping to catch a glimpse of their own crushes as they worked their way through the after-school crowds. A group of girls giggled and ran over to intercept them.

*So, no, I don't want your number*

Jounouchi shook his head to the first girl. “Dances just ain’t my thing.”

*No, I don't wanna give you mine*

Ryou blushed and politely declined. “I’m planning on going with someone else.”

*And no, I don't wanna meet you nowhere*

Yugi nervously shuffled his feet. “Sorry, but I’m doing something else that night.”

*No, don't want none of your time*

All three conspirators banged their heads against the desks out of sheer frustration.

*And no, I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

A guilty flush ran through the three boys as they watched the disappointed girls walk away dejectedly. With heavy sighs of their own, they continued through the halls, each wishing he had the courage to face the one he really to ask to the dance, or at least the courage to face them at all.

*I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

Giving up on any sort of planned course of action, Yami, Bakura, and Seto slipped out of the classroom, hoping to catch their respective quarries before they got off school grounds. They split off in various directions with a nod and a snort of acknowledgement. It’s every man for himself now.

*A scrub's checkin' me

But his game's kinda weak

And I know that he cannot approach me*

The three boys waved their good-byes for the day. Ryou ducked into the library, only to nearly run straight into Bakura, who was staring absently out a window. The white haired boy turned right around and all but raced out of the room, slumping against the library doors. Yugi stopped in a dead panic as he watched Yami round a corner. More on instinct than anything else, the younger boy backpedaled into an empty classroom, heart going a mile a minute. Hopefully, he hadn’t been seen…

*'Cause I'm lookin' like class

And he's lookin' like trash

Can't get with a deadbeat ass*

As Jou rounded the building on his way home, he jumped back with a start and a prayer that Seto hadn’t seen him. He carefully glanced around the corner, only to notice that the blue-eyed CEO had stopped and was watching the sun set behind the jagged teeth of Domino City.

*So, no, I don't want your number*

Yami sighed. -…I should just tell him…-

*No, I don't wanna give you mine*

Bakura bit down on his tongue in frustration. -…but how to show him…-

*And, no, I don't wanna meet you nowhere*

Seto dropped his head back and stared at the sky. -…I’m so confused…-

*No, I don't want none of your time*

The three crushes banged their heads against the walls for their stupidity.

*No, I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

The sun turned the sky a brilliant shade of orange and red, tinged with purple and blue at the farthest edges. With the clouds and first stars peeking out, it could have passed as a valentine from the sky to the earth. Time slowed to a perfect moment.

*I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

Time suddenly caught up with itself, slamming everyone forward again. Seto scowled at himself for being so foolish. Yami shook his head; resigned to the fact that fate had it in for him. Bakura cursed under his breath for the very stupidity of it all.

*If you don't have a car and you're walkin'

Oh yes son

I'm talking to you*

Swallowing his pride and fear, Jounouchi threw himself forward around the corner, ready to confront the one person he’d faced in countless duel, but never thought he’d face like this. He didn’t notice, however, that Seto had started walking again…

*If you live at home with your Mama

Oh yes son

I'm talking to you*

Yugi calmed his pounding heart, and darted back out into the hall, only to realize that Yami had completely passed him by and was about to turn down the next hall. Panicked that he’d miss his chance, he catapulted down the corridor at his other…

*If you have a shorty but you don't show love

Oh yes son

I'm talking to you*

Ryou took a deep, calming breath and slowly walked back into the library. He’d stared down his yami before in far more desperate matters; he could do this as well…

*Wanna get with me with no money

Oh no, I don't want no...*

Everyone crashed into each other. Ryou slammed into Bakura’s chest, stumbling backwards from the impact. Instinctively, the white-haired yami reached out, grabbed his hikari’s arm and yanked him close. Yugi tackled Yami around the waist, sending them both flying a loose pile of paper chains, balloons and whatever else the decorating committee hadn’t been able to finish putting up. Jou collided with Seto head-on. After a short grappling session, they landed on the ground with a heavy thump.

*No scrub…

No scrub… (No no)*

“Jounouchi --”

“Kaiba--”

*No scrub…(No, no no no)*

“Ryou.”

“Bakura…”

*No scrub…(No, no)*

“…Yugi…”

“…Yami…”

*No, I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

Yugi turned as red as the paper chain that now connected him to Yami, the slim circlet of paper caught around their wrists. The shadow blinked at the sudden, if not somewhat bizarre, actions, his mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. He eyed his hikari warily as the boy began to laugh, pointing to where a balloon had decided to become attached to the crimson hair. Yami removed the interloper and tugged on the chain until Yugi fell over in his arms, laughing all the way as well.

*I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

Jounouchi opened his eyes, not exactly sure when he had closed them and found himself gazing into the shocked face of the man he was currently laying on top of. All Seto managed to do was blink, very acutely aware of the compromising position they were now in and how any movement whatsoever could cause the situation to become even worse. Jou hurriedly started to get up, but stopped when he felt callused hands softly grip his shoulders.

“Stay…”

*I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

-Fuck this…- Bakura’s grip slipped around Ryou’s waist as his tilted the boy’s head up and smashed their lips together. After a few moments of surprise, Ryou melted into the embrace, giving it as good as he got. They parted after several minutes of intense kissing/groping. Dazed chocolate orbs looked deeply into glazed ice.

“Mine,” Bakura growled, kissing him again.

*I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hanging out the passenger side

Of his best friend's ride

Trying to holler at me*

OWARI~TK’03

Don’t kill me, it was a good idea when I came up with it!