Author:: Lokaia

Summary:: Another of what has apparently become the Title First, Story After series. Bova/Harlan, slash.

Rating:: PG

Disclaimer:: Space Cases and everything associated with it does not belong to me. The title is Three Doors Down's. The plot is mine.

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Just because every time you say my name in class, I usually drop something.

Just because I defended you that time Suzee called you stupid. And, no, I don't remember which time.

Just because I looked over your essay before you turned it in.

Just because I listened to you bitch one night for about three hours.

Just because I let you hug me.

Just because I talked to you after you failed the test, and you said I made you feel better.

Just because after you said that, you accused me of blushing. Which you have no proof of, dammit.

Just because I was pissed after Suzee kissed you.

Just because I was pissed that she kissed everyone but me, and all you did was laugh.

Just because I almost smiled when you apologized. Almost, dammit.

Just because you're suddenly talking to me more than you ever talked to Radu.

Just because I was glad you blew Suzee off yesterday.

Just because you're the only one who'll listen to me rant.

Just because you're the only one I tolerate the 'Uranus' joke from. Sometimes.

Just because you've saved my life more times than I can count.

Just because every time you touch me, every hair on my neck stands up.

Just because I let you kiss me.

Just because I kissed you back.

All right, fine. So I need you. That's no reason to rub it in, Harlan Band.