Full Summary: Amaya Mai Akito moves to new schools all the time; every two years to be exsact. And every year, each school ends up being a living hell. What happens when she moves to Destiny Islands and starts attending a new school, with people who exsept her for who she is? What happens when she starts to have a crush on her new best friend's best friend, she school's teen hottie and heart throb? Akuroku, RikuXOC, SoKai
A/N: Hello reader of the world! I decided I'm going to start another story, just because I really like where I'm heading with this. So far, it's my best writing I've written in forever so it feels good to be writing this story. To the people who have read 'Giggabyte' (But who really need to review!) and liked it, I will continue with it, because this story and that one are my main priorities for right now. And just to say, no sexual themes at all. Sorry lemon lovers! And I was tempted to make it rated M for language, and sexual references, but for now it's gonna stay T. Please review! I've gotten like three from somebody besides myself and two were done by a person I know in real life…. REVIEW REVIEW! They make my day bright and sunny! ^^
Warning: Mild (Not too intense, but I did end pulling the F bomb a couple of times) language today readers!
Freckles of morning dew spotted the fresh green grass as far as thee eyes could see. Birds chirps high up in the trees, getting ready for the day. The rolling waves of the nearby beach are music to the ears of morning joggers, keeping a steady pace, like a theatre for the sea. The sun was slowly creeping up from its nightly hiding spot, ready to show its glorious colors. Early sunlight creeped its way into each person's window, making a natural wake-up call. Few cars roamed the streets of the largest island of the archipelago, though some were larger than expected. Sand was pushed out of each high-schooler's eyes, all groaning for the new school year to come. Although, no one was as scared, at the same time excited, as the new girl staring at her ceiling, not ready for the day to come, until a certain mother forces her out of bed.
"Squeeze over my darling squeeze-box!" My overly childish mother said in a baby-like voice. I looked at my in annoyance, my eyes tired from sleep. Sometimes I wish she could transfer to a High school instead of a preschool next time we move. Oh, and next time not move to a city like Port Royale next time we move. Half my clothes still smell like booze and cigarettes. I placed the last plastic cup into the cabinet towering over my 5'1 mother, unlike my 5'7, skyscraper figure.
"Mooom, you're forty-five, not four like Xion!" I exclaimed, pointing to my four year old sister sitting in the living room seven feet away. Her ear length hair had a little bow sticking up off the top of her hair, making her look like those troll dolls I used to own. Of course, I made the right decision and got rid of those disgraces to human kind. They scared the living shit out of me on so many levels that it wasn't even funny. But of course, my little sister is far too cute to be considered a troll or a disgrace. Just too cute. And it's weird how my mom named her after my cousin Xion, who actually looks just like my baby sister.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't have said that if you weren't in my way. And you wouldn't be doing the chore on you first day of high school on Destiny Islands if you had actually done your chores when you were actually supposed to!" She called to me as she left the kitchen and went to the living room and started her work; plopping down on the couch while she watched documentaries about monuments and historical sites in our new town. Why she gets to sit on her lazy ass all day for work? She's one of those cool people where traveling is her job. She travels to different Towns (A.K.A, worlds, as me and my old friend Aerith used to call them), live there with plenty of food and money for about two years, write a 100,000 word report about it, relax for a couple day (she gets it done about four days before the transfer), and then move to another world just to make the whole entire process start again. My mom, Ren Akito, keeps saying some day we were going to settle down in one town that we like, but after so many amazing towns like Radiant Gardens and that place called Disney Castle; we still haven't gotten a permanent place to stay. Mom blames being a single mom means she has decided to 'broaden her horizons', but personally, I think she met a guy on the internet while drunk off of rum in Port Royale and he lives in a world we haven't visited yet. Anyways, she also has a part time job at a school where ever we go, this this time, like the last 2 time, she was at a preschool, teaching drooling, pooping, crying baby faced brats. Don't get me wrong, some really are as cute and sweet and innocent as they look, but with some, you have to watch your step and your back, because you never know when you might get tackled from behind or step in apple juice that looks like pee. Trust me, I've unluckily experienced both.
"Well, maybe if you weren't so damn short, I wouldn't have to do that dreaded chore!" I called after her. She gasped as I heard her jump onto the couch next to Xion. I saw my mother cover my little sister's ears in mock shock (Hehe, rhyme!).
"There are innocent ear listening here, Amaya Mai Akito!" She mockingly nagged at me. Oh, and by the way, try saying my names five times fast! I don't know why my mom decided to make my name so hard to say, but I guess she wanted to make my life harder than it already was. I can pretty much imagine my mother saying in her hospital bed, 'Let's name this young beauty a name the people would have to say slowly like everyone else is retarded and won't be able to say so she will be made fun of at school!' I have had many day dreams just on the topic concerning my name.
I rolled my eyes, muttered a quick 'whatever', and giggled at my younger sister continuously saying the word 'short', thinking that was the word that her mother didn't want her to hear. My next journey at five o'clock in the morning was to the pantry for some fattening pop-tarts. I opened the white wooden door and searched for the box. It might as well have had a sign that read 'SUGAR IN A BOX, RIGHT HERE!' pasted on it, but to me, pop-tarts is a lot more catchy. I found the back of the box and snatched out the plastic wrapped package hidden inside, not caring enough to look at the flavor; I was starving. With one single movement I stripped the pastry of its wrapper and got ready to bloat myself with all the fat and sugar contained in it. Instead, crumbs and soggy pieces of red crust came flying out of my mouth.
"Ewwwww strawberry!" I thought, trying to wipe the disgusting taste off my mouth. I liked strawberries one way and one way only; chocolate covered. Or else, strawberries might as well disappear into oblivion for all I care.
"Oh yeah!," My mom called out from the living room, not even turning her head away from her laptop. "Sweetie, we're out of chocolate pop-tarts!"
"Great to know…." I muttered, slightly angry with my mom because she didn't tell me before my mom bought my sister these. Curse the day my sister got her teeth! I threw away the trash and what was left of the Satan spawned pop-tart, also not bothering to pick up the spit take I shared with the pastry, and then went simple and healthy for breakfast. I opened my door to my fridge and grabbed out my Yo-Plait Key Lime Pie yogurt, grabbed a spoon, finally remembered to shut the refrigerator door, and dug into my simple breakfast. My mind drifted to what might happen in a few hours. What would Destiny High be like? I really wondered if the students were actually nice. Are the teachers half as scary as the ones in Pride Rock? If so, I might shit my pants if I see another teacher with basically a mane, fangs, and one that talks in a low growl. And don't even get me started on his Hyena-like teacher pets. Their laugh was so high-pitched that it sounded like Justin Beiber on crack. Any who, I'd rather not talk about a drugged up chipmunk singer guy/girl. Might make me puke up the small breakfast in front of me on the table….
Once I was finished with my yogurt, I ran upstairs to my room to quickly take a shower, get dressed, and do my makeup. Compared to the old apartment buildings I've been in these past years, this two story four-and-a-half bath house was castle for the richest people. Of course we COULD be living in a gigantic house with like more than 4 stories, but unfortunately with my cheap excuse for a mother, that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. I mean, we were basically freaking millionaires and my mom keeps saying she wants to save all this money for a 'rainy day'. What is she wanting to do, buy an entire blitzball stadium and create her own team? Buy 50 blonde strippers after drinking my Jack Sparrows Port Royale vodka, Dr. Pepper, and cherry coke mix (According to my mom it's a lot more alcoholic than it sounds)? Geese, sometimes I wonder what goes on in my mother's mind…
I sprinted to my bathroom and almost literally ripped off my pajamas and I jumped into the shower and turned the water on. I didn't even wait for the shower to warm up, because my showers were longer than most people's. I quickly shampooed with my expensive shampoo, vigorously scrubbing my thick dark blue-almost-black hair. My conditioner was almost out, so I squirted what was left into my hand then ran it through my already soft yet tangled hair. It took at least ten minutes to shave my legs, wash my face, and get out all of the conditioner out. And luckily for the neighbors, I had kept myself from singing the whole entire time! Yes, yes, I'm a shower singer, a quite good one, according to my mom. Although, I find myself singing a lot better when I singing for real, and not just goofing off in the shower, making my shower ten times longer.
I jumped out after, maybe, twenty minutes….. Or so? Anyways, I went to my closet with my towel wrapped around me and I picked out my outfit: DAY Birger et Mikkelsen Striped Layer T-shirt, some black leather shorts, a black ¾ sleeve length hoodie (Unzipped), and some black Pour La Victoire Paige Heels. I ran back into my bathroom and quickly used my blow-dryer to dry my hair. I changed into my outfit once I was done and started straightening my dark, dark blue-almost-black hair. One I had it to where my bangs partially covered my right eye, I started on my makeup. I put on some peach foundation, light pink blush, black mascara, and a thin line of liquid eye-liner. I smiled at my job well-done for my first day of school. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted my favorite perfume EVER: my cherished Victoria's Secret Dream Angels Heavenly Summer™ Limited-Edition Eau De Parfume. I spritzed myself with the heavenly-smelling liquid. Finally, I was ready to take on my first day of school.
I skipped down the stairs but stopped dead in my tracks before something really, really, important hit me. I was excited for the thing that had almost ruined my life last year…. School. I swear I jinxed the last two years of school. Right before I entered Twilight Town High… I smiled. Right after I smiled, my world came toppling down along with my lunch table (Which I was sitting alone at), my locker (Almost, and which I had no one to share with), and the wall that protected my dignity and pride. Both of which, I had barely any of. I just realized that I was going to be leaving my very safety I call my home, into the big, bad, prejudice world we call out own homes. I tried hard to swallow the lump that was gathering in my throat, but it seemed almost impossible. It stayed there, growing bigger as memories of last year gathered at the back of my eyes, morphing themselves into tears. But I only shook my head.
"You know better than to let those people from the past get you down!" My brain said to me, but I shook my head.
'But I know what they said was right…' I told that voice in my head, which started to freak me out. I. Just. Talked. To. Myself.
"Pshhh, damn girl, get your act together! You know it yourself that those pictures were basically photo-shopped by brainiac kid who got paid by being laid or with actual cash!" The voice yelled again. I shook my head in agreement (Creeeeeepy!)and started down the stairs again, this time not letting even the sides of my lips twitch.
My mom was still sitting on the couch when I came downstairs and into the living room, instead Xion's head gently rested on my mother's lap. I smiled at my very cute sister, now in deep sleep. Most people are surprised she even gets up this early, but she really is just one big bundle of joy and optimism, plus her body is mostly made of sugar. I am almost 100% positive about that.
"Lovie-bunch-o-oats, will you get my coffee cup from under the coffee make ma-bob?" My mother asked, continuing with the dreadful five-year old talk that she has yet to rid herself of. If she doesn't stop talking like that soon I am going to rip. My. Hair. Out.
"Can you please talk like a normal person for once in your life?" I sort of yelled at my mom, as I walked into the distant (Or so it seemed) kitchen. My feet squished against the fluffy carpet and onto the hard tile floor. My mother huffed.
"I'm just giving my little baby words of lovin'!" She objected, crossing her arms as Xion started to squirm. I grabbed the once-hot-now-warm cup and carried over to my mother.
"I was a baby sixteen, almost seventeen years ago." I pointed out her. She yet again huffed at my comment.
She shook her head. "No matter what, you're still going to be MY baby, got it sweet cheeks?"
I giggled at my mom. She was a chip off the old block, really. She stole my grandma's catch phrase, 'sweet cheek', which she seemed to say every other word. Her mom apparently did this exact babying to her, too. It suddenly made me feel slightly sorry for my mom.
"It's time to go to the bus, babycakes! First day of you Junior year!" My mother exclaimed, now engulfed in her laptop. Like I said, I feel only slightly sorry. Nothing more than slightly, emphases on slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know mom!" I said as I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I walked into the kitchen and found my back pack (One of those with only one strap) leaned up against the wall, only containing all of my locker things. Plus my schedule and binder, and also soon to be crap that takes up space that I would have a much better use for. I almost walked right out my front door when I almost forgot the three necessities for being a teenager: My cell phone, IPod, and my gum. I yelped and sprinted up my stair and grabbed it off my lime green desk, then sprinted down the stairs and out the door, but not before yelling out a quick, 'Bye mom!'
My footsteps echoed off the cool morning pavement called my driveway, and up the sidewalk to my bus stop. I wonder if my wonderful neighbor twins will be there; Sora and Roxas Strife. I met them last week when I moved here. Both of them had lovely blue eyes and gravity defying hair, though Sora's was brown and messy, Roxas' was blonde and neatly kept. And though they were twins, they were actually complete polar opposites! Sora was optimistic, bubbly, talkative with a capital T, and obviously had ADHD. His smile just seemed to light up the room completely with only his smile and eyes, he might just be the sweetest person you might ever meet. Roxas, unlike Sora, talked a lot less than Sora, kept to himself more, wore A LOT of black, and yet he had the brightest eyes you've ever seen. Plus, he's a blonde, just to add to the description (I already said that? Oh well)
I turned around the corner and got a sudden hunger pang growling in the bowls of my stomach.
"Forgot that yogurt wasn't that filling, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang-it!" I scolded myself. I opened on of my backpack's side pockets and grabbed my emergency gum pack; Mint Chocolate Chip Ice-Cream. Yummy! The chomping began as I ascended to the bright red stop sign, on to find it all boring and inhabitant. Inhabitant? It's like I expect Sora and Roxas to live on the giant pole….. Meh, they're to baby like to live on a pole, too innocent. The thoughts of stripper poles brought back hilarious memories of my sleepovers, and how weird the truth or dare games got. One time, I dared Vanille to smother peanut butter all over her face (Which she gladly obliged to do) and later that night, one of our friends named Fang was dared to lick it off her face. Oh, and the best part, I got it all on tape! Blackmailing her was way easier this way, not that I have a video of both Vanille and Fang licking the peanut butter off. I could almost feel the tear of laughter streaming down my cheek from that night. Oh, and when Aerith had to sexily undress one of my Barbie dolls? Oh, and when Yuffie had to do the Glozell version on how to 'Drop It Like It's Hot' in front of my mom? Most importantly, the video I got of Aerith with her pajama pants and shirt off (Of coarse her bra was on) while waving her shirt around, humping on the trampoline, while singing 'I'm Sexy and I Know It'? The crystal clear image of every laugh shared with my friends, the ones I was the closest to, it was like the movie of my life, stuck like a broken record. Just stuck like glue to every fragment of my memories I had left of them. But somehow, I knew they'd somehow be replaced, in some way. Really, I ignored that concept, not wanting anyone to replace the dearest people to me that ever existed. To wrap it up, and to give you a hint, there is one person who could never, ever be replaced and that was-
"AYA!" A voiced screamed out from behind me. The person who interrupted my thoughts hugged my from behind, and I knew exactly who it was.
"Haha! Hey Sora, ready for our first day of Junior year?" I asked him, smiling brightly at my easily made friend. He let go and I turned around to see him nodding furiously. His spikey brown hair was messy as ever and his bright blue eyes were filled with excitement. He was dressed in a grey sleeveless t-shirt with a hood; a pirate sign with a cat skull decorated the front. On his left hand was a black fingerless glove. A few rings were on his right hand and he also wore black skinny jeans. He had basic sneakers on his feet.
"Totally! I can't wait for you to meet all my friends 'cause you'll love them, and you're so awesome that they'll love you!" Sora exclaimed, sending some neighbors to theirs windows, telling us to shut up. Sora stuck his tongue out at them and I giggled, blushing lightly from his compliment.
"Aww, Sora, that really sweet of you! I don't really find myself that awesome." I sated, making Sora giggle himself.
"Yeah you are! I've already told my two best friends in the world about you! Their names are Riku and Kairi," Sora told me, blushing a little when he said 'Kairi'.
"Oooooo, Sora, do you like her?" I cooed teasingly. He blushed a deeper, finally turning red instead of pink, and swatted at my shoulder.
"Oh hush child!" He pouted while sticking out his lower lip.
I laughed when I finally noticed a missing blondie from the picture. "Where's Roxas?"
The heat from his face disappeared and he seemed to realize something, "Oh yeah! He's going to wake up his 'friend' Axel, since Axel never seems to find a way to wake up his own lazy ass!"
"Oooh, so this 'friend' and Roxas are close?" I asked, wiggling me eyebrows playfully. He seemed to get where I was leaning to, but instead of joking back, his face fell and mutter a curse.
"Um, you're accepting of gays, right?" He asked, and when I nodded, he let out a breathe I just noticed he was holding. "Okay, but still don't tell him I told you that, he'll kill me!"
"Why would I kill you?" Someone said from behind us. We both turned around to face a familiar honey blonde, and for me, and unfamiliar fiery redhead. And by red, I mean very, very red. I would be damned if something that color was dyed because there is no way in hell that was natural. His eyes didn't help the aspect of things being natural. The green of his eye was so acidic, like they were actually burning a whole into my soul. The person was as tall as heel, probably over 6 feet (I am to with these heels on). I'm guessing this is Axel. I looked at Roxas' outfit to make sure he didn't look too emo; surprisingly he didn't. He wore a navy blue t-shirt with one of those cute little heartless thingies near his right shoulder, along with some tight (They weren't THAT tight like Victoria Secret yoga pants or even jeggings, but more slim fitting than skinny jeans) black pants and a white belt. He had on a black backpack, too. I didn't bother looking at his shoes (Did I want him to think I was checking him out?) and went straight to what Axel was wearing. A light gray hoodie rested on his upper half and I could see a bit of the red t-shirt that was underneath. He wore light faded jeans on his bottom half. Again, I didn't worry about seeing shoes considering I wasn't a perv. He had on a black and red back pack, which was slung lazily over one shoulder.
Sora tried to keep a poker-face so he wouldn't have to tell Roxas what he told me, but only three words describe what it actually ended up being; An epic fail. Roxas simply shot him a look that read "Just-Get-On-With-It". Sora got a guilty look on his face then he just snapped.
"IkindatoldAyayou'!" Sora yelled out, taking in a deep breath after his long début on why Roxas was going to kill him. All Roxas and Axel did was stare at Sora.
"Sorry bro, but," Roxas slowly stated, "I had no idea what just you just said." We all nodded in agreement while Sora sighed with a sheepish look on his face.
"Well I kind of, umm…. Told Aya…. Uhhh..." Sora started unable to finish what he started. Roxas looked irritated while Axel looked utterly confused. I would be if I was in his place.
"Okay, spit it out already!" Roxas explained. Sora just continued to stutter, until I had about enough of his coward-i-ness.
"All he did was accidentally tell me you're gay, but I don't see what the big deal is here! Half my guy friends at my old school are gay!" I said, finally saying what Sora was meaning to say. Sora looked at me as if to say, "Thanks-for-being-such-a-great-friend….-NOT!"
"You. Did. What?" Roxas growled, leaning in to Sora with a very pissed of look in his face.
"D-did you n-not here th-that it w-was an accident? A-and she s-s-said that she a-accepted g-gays!" Sora managed to squeak out. Roxas' face was burning with rage and he took loud step towards his twin.
"You want to know something?" Sora shook his head 'no', but Roxas ignored that. "I'm going to rip off your arms limb from limb while I shove your legs up your fucking ASS!" Sora squeaked and ran off down the sidewalk with Roxas not far behind. Once they were at least twenty feet away, me and Axel started bursting out laughing. We both dropped out book bags and nearly fell to the ground with them. Tears threatened to fall and we clutched our side and wailed out our laughter. We laughed for a straight five minutes before we were able to compose ourselves. Then, Axel did something that surprised the crap out of me. He got down on one knee (Now don't go getting any ideas!), grabbed my hand, placed a small kiss on my left hand, and threw me a very sexy smirk.
"My name's Axel. Got it memorized?" He smoothly introduced himself, his voice smooth and like his smirk, very sexy. That seemed to be the only way I was able to describe the ginger kneeling below me (Again, no ideas you perverts!), even though I found his catch phrase seemingly cheesy, but I laughed.
"It seems I do! I hope you don't go around saying that to every pretty girl you meet," I joked at him. He abruptly stood up and crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow.
"And who says I think you're pretty?" He countered. At first I was a little taken back by what he said, but I soon (In like 3 seconds) realized that he didn't mean it like that. Ah hell, might as well screw with him. I immediately stuck out my bottom lip, let out a few hurt mewls, and them forced out a few fake tear. I made my breaths shaky plus my nose was already a little stuffed up so it added to the affect. As you might be guessing, the arts were my talent my entire life. People say my doodles are museum worthy, my musical skill are off the chart, when I sang it sounded like an angel from the heavens, and I could play any character in a play that ever existed with ease. Axel's eyes went wide and he walked closer to me and started to stutter.
"I-I didn't mean it l-like tha- Shit, d-damn I didn't mean to make you- Fuck I'm such a freakin-" I cut off his attempt to apologize with my hysterical laughter.
"D-d-daaamn I got you g-good! I c-can't believe you f-fell for th-that!" I gasped out through my laughter. He frowned for a while, and I almost thought he was pissed before he started laughing to.
"That was not cool!" He laughed out while I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. "And how the hell were you crying? You were faking it!"
"I'm a skilled person in the Arts, what can I say?" I pretended to brag. I was luckily done laughing at my own joke. "But you know I'll be telling everyone at school today that you made me cry."
His eyes widened. "You wouldn't!" He demanded, and when my face bore a look that clearly read 'Oh yes I would!' he gave me an exasperated look along with the average teen eye roll. "Bitch…"
I simply laughed at his comment. "Call me what you want, but I've had yet to introduce myself, my name is Amaya! Though you may call me Aya."
"Well it's nice to be your acquaintance." He sarcastically muttered.
"I personally think you should be honored to meet me!" I teased sticking my tongue out at him.
"You don't want to go around school doing that-" He referred to the teasing gesture I gave him,- "Or the students might try to make different uses for it." I stared at him, confused, for a little while before I caught his drift. My face suddenly heated up as I let out an understanding 'Oh.' He chuckled and threw his arm around my shoulder.
"Heh, don't worry! Stick with me and I'll make sure half the school doesn't molest the hell out of yah! Got it memorized?" He sounded like he was kidding, but I could tell through his piercing green eyes, he was serious.
"Yeah, yeah, sure I do. And how do you know exactly that people that someone would molest me?" I questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
He shrugged. "Just because I bat for the other team doesn't necessarily mean I don't know a cute girl when I see one." He winked at me, and with this guy I figured most girls would blush like crazy at that simple yet sexy (Yes, still the only word to describe it) gesture he gave me. Me, I just rolled my eyes and shoved his arm off my shoulder.
"Speaking of gay-ness and shit, do you like Roxas?" I questioned, making the ginger choke on nothing but the air. Plus, he was blushing.
"E-excuse me?" He asked and I snickered.
"Do. You. Like Roxas?" I said slowly, drawing out like he was stupid and needed to comprehend the sentence better. He drew his palm to his face and groaned, his cheeks tinted pink.
"I heard you the first time!" He snapped, but instead of continuing, the color on his face grew darker as he said, "Would it be weird if I said… Yeah?" I growled at his non-straight-forward answer.
"Okay, so 'yeah' what?" I pressed on. He glared at me, and yet, he still continued to grow redder and glanced down at his hands; Ones that were fumbling at the hem of his shirt.
"I-I guess-"
"No guessing!" I interrupted.
"Fine, I'm in freaking love with that son-of-a-grumpy-blonde-ass-" I again cut him off with my laughter (Such a repetitive conversation, isn't it?). "And you're not being supportive at all, which isn't surprising considering we just met."
"Well, I'm just happy that these next few weeks is going to be filled with TONS of match making!" I said with a wicked smile. He just gave me a skeptical look.
"Who says you'll get him to like me in only a few weeks?" Axel asked in a bored tone.
"Because," I prompted, drawing out my first word, "A) I'm a master match-maker on so many different levels (Axel snickered) and B) Sora, in a way, told me Roxas liked you." He made an 'o' shaped figure with his lips and stuck his hands in his pocket, before his lips curved into a smirk.
"Then I'm guessing this year is going to get pretty interesting," He stated, smirk still as cocky as ever. I nodded in agreement.
"I would be damned if it was anything different with Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Idiot involved." I said, referring to the two twin who were sprinting their asses off somewhere on the island.
"Speaking of which, where are they?" Axel asked while looking back and forth around the area. As if on cue, the two twins were sprinting back up the street, both red in the face. Probably because of the lack of air both of them was most likely suffering from. I raised both my eyebrows and sighed at the pair.
"I really hope they don't have asthma or something because there's a chance they might drop dead…" I mumbled. Axel grunted in agreement as the duo de dumbass inched nearer. Heh-heh, Duo de Dumbass… Oh, how I crack myself up… When they finally reached us, both were sweaty, out of breath, and looked like they were about to faint. Most people would go over there and be all comforting and stuff and try to find a way to help them or something, but we just stood there watching them suffer, both of us slightly amused. Once they caught their breath, Roxas glanced up at us a glared.
"Hey, thanks for being such good friends by asking if we were, I don't know, able to breathe!" He hissed out sarcastically. I smiled to myself and shook my head.
"But aren't best friends supposed to watch their friends suffer?" I countered, smirking at him.
"NO!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation. Me and Axel laugh at Roxas, I guess not at him, but at him. If that makes sense. Even Sora laughed, who looked as if her were about to faint. Roxas growled but ended up, eventually, laughing to himself. My attention was thrown to a familiar rumbling in the distance and I groaned.
"The school bus is coming," I grumbled, picking up my backpack from the ground. The rest of the group groaned along with me, grabbing their backpacks as the yellow hell-hole bus rolled up. I allowed Sora and Axel to enter the banana colored bus before, though Roxas refused and insisted on going last. I sighed as I walked up to the bus, but hesitated to take a step. I will now be entering a non-safe zone, a place with people who could be the ones to ruin my life. They could also be my best friend, but the thing is, you'll never know unless you move forward, which is exactly what I needed to do. A growl emerged from behind me, and I glanced back at an agitated Roxas.
"Will you please hurry it up? I'm not getting any younger!" He exclaimed. I smirked at him.
"You're not getting any taller, either, are you?" I retorted, grinning evilly at the blonde. He scoffed as I walked into the bus.
"I'm at a normal height! You're just freakishly tall with high heels on!" He called out, following me on the bus.
"I'm freakishly tall without these shoes on, too!" I bragged finding Sora and Axel sitting in seats opposite from each other. My brain said, "Sit with Axel, he's cool!", but with project 'AkuRoku' (Just came up with it, I'm so creative!) underway, I didn't want to interject the plan, and Sora was my only other choice. Besides, Sora's my brand new BFF! I sat down beside him, Roxas entering the seat next to Axel. When they started to murmur all by themselves (Progress!), I turned to Sora to start up a conversation.
"What classes are you taking for your electives?" I asked Sora as the bus took off. Sora looked at me and blushed.
"Oh I'm taking a creative writing class. My second one is gym, probably cause my mom forced me to, since she's a drag and won't let me take summer P.E." Sora complained, but quickly brightened up. "What're you taking?"
"Show Choir and Drama." I simply stated. Sora's eyes widened a bit, and then his face suddenly got sad. "What's wrong Sora?"
"Well, remember my friends Riku? I told you about him, and well… Last night he texted me saying that he was going out with Kairi when he knew that I've had a crush on her forever." Sora sadly sighed out. Though all of this made me feel bad for and slightly pity (Those are synonyms, aren't they?) him, I was slightly confused.
"What does that have to do with Show Choir or drama? Or was it just completely random and off-topic?" I asked Sora.
"Well, Riku's electives are the same thing because Riku already earned all his gym credits. I guess you saying the class' names reminded me of him which reminded me of how he basically betrayed me." He stated simply, a sad smile appearing on his face. Seeing such an optimistic person in such a sad state was depressing me so I decided to change the subject.
"Hey Sora, want to have a rap off?" I asked him. His brightened up with curiosity.
"What's that?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, slightly.
"It's where two people have to come up with a rap off the top of their head and when someone can't come up with something to say, that person loses. Each person has to at least rap for at least 10 seconds." I explained, Sora nodding at some parts to show he understood.
"Can you start first?" he hopefully asked.
"Okay, but just to let you know, I've never lost a Rap War, so be prepared!" I challenged. He sent me a playful glare that stated, 'You're on!'
I thought for a second before I thought of something to rap.
Let's go to the beach, each
Let's go get away
They say, what they gonna say?
Have a drink, clink, found the bud light
Bad bitches like me, is hard to come by
The patron own, let's go get it on
The zone own, yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow off my money and don't give two shits
"Your turn!" I said after my turn was over. Before Sora started, he hesitated and then started.
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you triggers just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you triggers just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
"Not bad young grasshopper!" I joked, bowing my head like some sensei. Sora giggled.
"Your turn!" He excitedly said.I thought about what to do next, when I remembered my birthday party (The one with the peanut butter)
This one is for the boys with the booming system
Top down, AC with the cooling system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a motherfucking trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' OH
I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Aya Akito, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up
Sora sat there in his seat, mouth open and eyes wide. He seemed to think that was amazing, thinking I came up with all of that in my head. Truthfully, I wrote that at my birthday party. It was super random why I wrote it (Long story short, I was bored) but it turned out pretty well in my opinion. Sora thought so, too.
"Wow! That was awesome! I don't even think I'll be able to come up with a countering rap for that!" He exclaimed, rather loudly. I giggle a muffled 'Thanks' as we entered the rich kid's neighborhood. I could tell by the size of these houses that these people were million- no, billionaires! Each house at to be at least four stories tall, with a most likely basement. It's hard to imagine people using all the space in the entire house. They must have, like, 50 bathrooms! You only need one bathroom unless you're strange and have to take a piss a lot. I know it sounds strange, but what else would they have in gigantic houses like this? Rooms designed for every color of the rainbow plus more? Fruit themed rooms containing plants growing that fruit? Both wouldn't surprise me.
Sora physically tensed up as the bus stopped in its tracks. I turned over to him and gave him a caring look.
"What's wrong Sora?" I asked him gently, touching his shoulder. He sighed and looked at me.
"Riku and Kairi live in this neighborhood and this is their stop. I don't know if I'll be able to hold up if I see them." Sora told me sadly. I eagerly wanted to do something as the doors to the bus opened. I quickly grabbed my IPod from my back pack and stuck an ear bud into one of Sora's ears.
"Pick a song you might find interesting, it'll probably help distract you or something. Just as a warning, they're all original songs." He nodded and I handed him the device. I looked over to the people entering the bus, but only two entered the giant vehicle. They were exactly how Sora described his 'friends' looked like. The first to enter was a very pretty girl, probably Kairi, with shoulder length auburn hair. Indigo eyes added much of the color on her face that wasn't coming from the vibrant colors of makeup that dressed her face. Her clothes proved that she was rich after all; she wore a white blouse with a short pink miniskirt. The thing is, I've seen those types of blouses and miniskirts on models in TV shows. Even with all of that crappy makeup (I don't even wear that much) on, she was really beautiful. If she wanted to, she could become a Victoria Secret Angel if she really wanted to. The person who entered the large bus next made my jaw drop. The first thing I saw was the person's eyes, oh, those eyes. They seemed to just draw me in, it's color a blue that I've seen before. Its color was so close to green, and yet, it seemed to fade into such a blue that it was almost impossible to look away. The words teal and aquamarine were too boring to describe the exotic color. The next thing about him that I saw about him was almost as beautiful as his eyes. His Hair. Platinum blonde locks fell on to his shoulders, so shiny and vibrant, it almost looked silver! His bangs fell nicely in front of his eye, making him have a mysterious glow. His body was nice and toned, and unlike some people I knew who had muscles, he had a flat stomach. He wasn't over-buff, either, which relieved me considering how cute he was. Now, I don't mean like Sora's puppy-dog cuteness, I meant that cut as in, 'Omigod, that guy over there is friggin' hot!' kind of cute. This person was obvious the king of hotness himself, but I'm guessing Sora called him Riku.
I tore my eyes away from the duo entering the bus, finally hearing some music playing in my ear. He chose one of my favorite songs, 'Misery Business'. I smiled at his choice and I heard Kairi and Riku walk by our seats. They sat in a row a couple seats behind us, and I sighed. "They must realize that Sora is upset." I thought to myself. I looked over to Sora, who was gazing out the window, deep in thought. I smiled at one of the three friends I had on this island. So far, Sora and Roxas have made these first four days actually bearable. I'm not too sure what life at Destiny High would be like without them, but I'm not too sure I would like to find out.
For Sora and I, the ride was quiet the rest of the ride to the school. The best part of the whole ride was getting to see parts of the island that I haven't seen before, which would be most of the island. Palm trees were scattered around the island, most places were abundant with them. Even when we inched near the big city part of the island and not the outskirts of the area, there were palm tree growing quite well there. One time, there was this really weird tree that was growing on its side with a star shaped fruit growing on it. I wanted to ask Sora about it, but I decided to leave Sora be. He was going to have a long day considering Riku and Kairi were probably going to want to talk to him.
When we finally arrived at the school, I gasped. Never have I ever seen a public school this big. It was obviously countless of thousands of square feet in all, at least three stories high, but I couldn't quite tell, and to make to even more cool looking, it was modernized and built like a giant college building. Destiny Island's flag was raised high in the sky (I can rhyme any time! Crap I', turning into my mom!) on a large pole. Wow, I'm not if that last statement could get any weirder!
I took the ear buds out of me and Sora's ears. He was about to pretest when I pointed over towards the school, showing him that we have arrived.
"Oh... Oh! We never got to compare out schedules!" Sora whined as we pulled up onto the curb.
"Let's just do it when we get into the building and find our lockers and crap, kay?" I suggested and he nodded in agreement.
The bus finally came to a complete stop and people started to file off the bus. As we walked off, Sora started to cling to me, holding on to my arm tightly as we stepped off the bus. 'I'll explain later.' Sora mouthed as he let go of my arm and I nodded. I guess I'll be learning something about Sora today! We walked to the front of the school. I stopped while Sora walked to the door, opening it before noticing I wasn't following.
"Aya, you coming?" Sora asked worriedly. I nodded but my feet stayed planted in their spot.
"Yeah, just give me a minute," I said and Sora only nodded. I stared up at the school and tried not smile. Somehow, every year I looked up at a school and smiled, it ends up being one of the worst years of my life. But somehow, when I look up at his school and think of people like Sora, Roxas, and Axel, I can't help but think that it won't make a difference if I smile or never smile again. All it seemed that I could think about was how it was going to be one hella fun year.
I smiled to myself as I walked up to the doors of the school, only to be hit in the nose with said door, sending my tumbling to the ground. I rubbed my nose as a quick yet noticeable 'sorry' was mutter and I was hauled to my feet. I looked up to yell at the person who possibly broke my nose, when I saw a familiar pair of 'aquamarine', no 'teal', well, whatever color they were, those eyes belonged to someone who I didn't want to me, for Sora's sake. But getting hit in the nose by a door was a good first impression with said sexy person, right? Oh, how I wish it could've been a pervy pedo who knocked me down instead of Riku, because right when I saw him smirk from me staring at him, it hit my like a rock. I liked him.