But then again, Seth is anything but ordinary.

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Seth didn't like a lot of things.

He didn't like many things at all.

His list of dislikes outweighed his list of likes by far, but that didn't bother him. He liked to think that he was a simple child—yes, he was a very simple child.

Seth was not like the other children in his class.

Of that much, he was certain.

Even at the age of five—little Seth demanded respect and admiration.

Henry looked at his drawing with a critical eye, wondering why it looked so unfinished. He wanted to draw something better than Seth for once. Everyone always seemed to like Seth's drawings more, for reasons Henry could never understand. Henry's were just as good! He could have won!

Was it because Seth was cooler than he was?

Henry was not very impressed.

For today's arts and crafts lesson, Val, the teacher had given them a theme: Fairy tales. All of the pretty girls in class had squealed and whooped with glee. Henry had been excited too, but he tried not to make a big deal about it because Seth had thought the theme was stupid. He didn't believe in fairytales, Henry heard him muttering.

He had already started drawing a fire breathing dragon but as he shook his meagre box of crayons, he realized he didn't have the appropriate colours. He had drawn the green skin and scales with a dark green crayon and Val had even helped him outline what would be his dragon's fire of destruction! But he couldn't possibly colour in his fire if he did not have any yellows or reds, now could he?

He thought about leaving the drawing just as it was; lime green scales with hints of black. He thought it looked like a fierce little thing but when he had asked Seth, the boy had taken one look at it and snorted.

In Henry's opinion, that wouldn't do at all.

Henry looked over at his classmates.

He looked over at Shane and snorted. For a really good looking guy, he sure wasn't creative. He was outlining what looked like a giant cookie with a ribbon tied in the middle, eyes furrowed in concentration and all. He looked at the colours that he used. He was using black and brown.

He wrinkled his nose. How was a cookie related to a fairy tale?

He looked back at Seth's drawing and his mouth promptly fell open in amazement. Seth had been drawing a prince but the most amazing thing of all, was that he had used a red crayon. Henry needed red for his fire! At the moment, the crayon was lying on the ground and if he reached over a little bit, he'd be able to grab it. Henry's face split into a grin and he reached over with determination.

Just as his fingers were about to close around the offending red crayon, Seth slapped his hands away and grabbed the crayon, hugging it to his chest protectively with a glare on his face. "Don't touch my stuff," he hissed darkly.

Henry made another mad grab for the red crayon that Seth had placed at his side but Seth slapped his hands away, once again. "Don't touch my crayons!" Seth snarled, clutching the crayon close to his heart. "Or I'll tell!"

From beside him, Shane gasped with surprise and put his hands firmly on his little waist. "That's not nice, Seth. You know you're supposed to share with others!"

Seth sniffed and turned away but by this time, the teacher had arrived and she looked at the two boys with an arched eyebrow. "What is going on here? Henry and Seth again? Every single day you boys are fighting over something else. What is it this time?" she said sternly.

She was frowning.

Henry wanted to cower.

Seth looked at her with an indifferent expression and said, "Henry tried to steal my crayon." He looked up at Val with his bottomless dark orbs and held it up. With his eyes staring up at her like that, it was no wonder Val immediately snarled at Henry.

From the corner of his eyes, Seth regarded Shane and watched as he riffled through his small pile of crayons. Seth looked around his body and looked at each and every crayon that he owned. All of them were scattered around his body; he was still clutching onto the red crayon with all of his might, glaring in Henry's direction who, in Seth's opinion, was eyeing it with an almost hungry expression.

Seth scowled.

"Seth… are you okay?" a cute voice asked. Snapping his head back to the boy beside him, Seth tried not to lean away from his face inching closer to his. "You look really angry and wow, your drawing looks really pretty!"

He dropped his eyes back to his drawing and he too, had to marvel at the awesome prince that he had drawn. He looked back at Shane and grunted.

"No really, Seth. You drew a prince and I drew a cookie! We can be the cookie princes together!"

He wanted to tell her there wasn't link between the two. Honestly, he shook his head. Seth looked at the expectant boy in front of him before deciding against it—he looked too delighted.

"Hey, hey! I drew a dragon," Henry piped up, shoving his green infested picture in front of their faces. "See? See? I think dragons are way better than princes any day! Don't you think, Shane!"

Shane gasped as if it was the first time he'd seen a dragon. Then he laughed, looking at him with large emerald eyes and an equally large, innocent smile and he fought the tingle of heat threatening to creep up his cheeks. "It's really good, huh Seth?"

He snorted his disapproval before going back to his drawing, making sure to add lots of red to the prince's red armour. When Henry tried to snatch the crayon for the third time, Seth glared at Henry, turning his head away and shoved a crayon to Shane’s face. He gasped. "Your crayon?"

Without looking back, "You can use it."

Henry scowled and pouted once more before leaning over to grab Shane by the wrist. "I need that crayon," he mumbled softly—almost devious.

Just as his pudgy fingers were about to clamp onto his wrist, Seth slapped his hands away to tug Shane into his chest, holding him almost protectively with a glare on his face. "Don't touch him," he hissed darkly. He proceeded to bring him over to his corner of the kindergarten classroom with his crayons still converged in a circle.

With a determined gleam in his eye, Henry walked over to Seth's corner and leaned over to grab Shane's wrist again but once again, Seth slapped it away glaring at Henry with what Shane was surprised to realize was disgust before he grabbed his wrist in his hand and snapped, "Don't touch him. You're gross."

Henry whimpered and muttered something that sounded like, Dragons don't need to have fire, before his eyes alighted on Bryan, and he skipped over to his side with a happy, toothless grin on his face.

"Erm, Seth, I—um—I don't have to use your crayon if you don't want me to," Shane murmured quietly, offering the offending crayon to him, looking silently at the ground with his bangs covering his eyes.

"Just use it and give it back when you're done," he said coolly, turning back to his drawing. "But remember, be careful."

He nodded, clutching onto the crayon with a solemn expression on his face. He grabbed one of his little hands that were significantly bigger than his, smiling widely, "Thank you, Seth!"

Seth, in turn, picked up a blue crayon and continued drawing, distracted by the charming smile on his companion's face.

His list of likes had just reached the massive total of three.

Crayons, Cookies and Shane.