Let's get down to business!

Any of you dudes heard of Work Experience? Well I'm experiencing mine currently and I hafta admit, it's pretty lame. While this dude was totally rambling to me, I zoned out and thought 'Hey, I could turn this into a FanFiction!'

So here it is, mostly based on what I'm currently going through, but with a twist!

Warnings: Yaoi? Duh. Language. Random Stupidity.

xX Prologue? I think so. Xx

Sora's POV.

There's this thing over here in the U.K, we call it 'Work Experience.' Every kid has to go through with it when you reach the age of fifteen, or you when you reach Year 10. As for me, I had succeeded in both. At first I was really excited, so excited my vocabulary went down to three simple words: "Oh. My. GOD!"

But after about three days, laziness got the better of me and I stopped caring. My teacher, Mrs. Morris head of arranging the whole Experience, rushed Year 10 into getting places quickly because we'd be 'competing with the rest of the country'. Even when she told me that I still didn't care. Why? Because I had my trump card what else?

My card? It was the well known Gamestation. Being a huge fan of games of all genres would be perfect to have me working there. So I put it off one day, then the next and next. When I finally decided to sort it out, this is exactly how the conversation went.

"Uhm, this is Sora Itachi from Bishop Kingdoms All Boy School, I was wondering if you do Work Experience?"

"We totally do."

"Well, can you set me up for an interview?"

"Nope."

"...Why?"

"'Cause we're fully booked, sorry little dude. You called a little late."

At the time, I sat there dumb-struck. I then started laughing hysterically down the phone, and then when I was finished I screamed, "Cocksucker!" Down the phone and then hung up.

My fool-proof plan had failed miserably. Why didn't I just listen to my teacher? God knows. I have a tendency to turn deaf when people tell me what to do. Realisation suddenly sinking in, I pulled at my hair frantically, trying to think of what to do. If I didn't get a Work Experience place, I'd have to work at my school. And I downright refused to do any work for those idiots who called themselves teachers!



The nest day when I got home from school, I told my mom the situation. Amaya, my mother, said that she had a solution and had the perfect place for me to go to.

Her workplace.

I was unsure at first, but I then figured it couldn't be that hard! I mean, my mother was going to be there. I should have no worries.

She then told me that I had to wear smart formal clothes, I had none obviously. My wardrobe consisted of combats, converse, skinny jeans and other un-formal garments. So on the last day of the Easter holiday, we had shopping spree and got all the things we needed. We spent hours in 'New Look', that was probably because I was getting a new look. I was pleased with my clothes; I had to admit I looked pretty decent in them.

When I'd snuggled up in my oh so warm and comfy bed, a wave of absolute fear hit me. I didn't think about it until now, and I was really scared. When I get really scared or worried, my stomach starts acting funny and it can range from throwing up stomach acids to liquid diarrhoea. So in the middle of the night, when I woke up hot and sweaty and just downright awful, that's exactly what happened.

To be honest, I didn't get much sleep.

When it was time to get up, I'd managed to get a few snores in. So I got up, had a wash, combed my hair (Shock horror, I know.) straightened my bangs to add that extra effect, got dressed in my smexy-formal clothes and went downstairs to have break-fast and leave with my mom.

Just as I was about to leave, I decided to say goodbye to my dad.

"This reminds me of a song from Disney." He'd said while lying on the sofa watching 'Two and a Half Men.' Me and my mom looked at each other and then back at him. "Which one?" I asked curiously.

"Hi Ho! Hi Ho! It's off to work we go!"

I glared at him and did my fake laugh. Openly mocking people is what he does. After slamming the door in his face in a nervous rage, I joined my mom in the car and she drove us to work.

When we finally got there, she told me that I had to go through separate doors and ask at the reception for a person named Manni Gil.

I stood in front of the doors petrified. My mom waved at me and went into her designated door way.

I gulped as the sliding doors opened with a 'whoosh'

I had to say. I was practically shitting myself.

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Not bad eh? Story of my life! It'll get better... I hope! Don't forget to review!