A Sketch, a Song, and All That Can Happen

Summery: Freshman, Sora, meets senior, Riku, at a prestigious all boys' high school. AU, yaoi, RikuSora, with a little AxelSora

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot, sadly.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic. The idea came to me on vacation. I was going through KH2 withdraw. I needed a RikuSora fix, so this idea popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One:

"…numerous graduates…Ivy Leagues…CEOs…government officials…a high paying job. Sora, are you even listening to me?"

The brunette sighed. He had attempted to tune his father out for the past four hours they have been in the car. "Yeah dad, that's really great. It was even more exciting the first time you told me."

Sora's father hesitated. He knew that he had been repeating himself, but he was so happy that his son would be attending St. Michael's High School. It was one of the most prestigious high schools in the country. He knew that Sora didn't mean to sound so bitter; he just hated being stuck in the car for long periods of time. He let out an audible sigh.

Sora inwardly cringed. He didn't mean to say what he did. He knew that his father knew that, too. He just wanted to get settled into his room and relax.

Half an hour later, Sora's father parked his gold 2000 Malibu in the school parking lot. He and his son got out of the car and began to unpack it. Both were surprised at the lack of supplies Sora brought.

"Is this really everything?" his father asked.

"Yeah dad, I really don't need a lot of stuff," Sora replied.

It took them less than two hours to get Sora's room into shape. His father stood at the door and said, "Well, this is it," he gave him a quick hug, "best of luck to you. I know how much your mom and sister wanted to be here. We will all miss you."

Sora hugged his father back. "I know dad. Thank you…thanks for everything."

His father pulled away and smiled. He closed the door as he left.

Sora let out a deep breath and collapsed on his bed. This is going to be a long year, he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

"Well, I think that was the last box. Man, I don't remember bringing so much stuff last year," a silver-haired boy told his best friend.

"I don't know, Riku. You had a lot of shit last year, too," Riku's friend, Tristan, said while he surveyed the room. There were music posters covering every square inch of the walls, a guitar tucked into a corner, a T.V. with DVD player and a PS2, a bed, a desk, a dresser filled with clothes, a stereo system, the list went on and on.

Riku smiled at his friend and let out a small laugh. "I gotta make this hellhole feel like home. You should have seen the stack of boxes I had to leave behind because they wouldn't fit in my car."

Tristan shook his head, laughing slightly. "I should have known. You are like a girl in that aspect. You can never have enough shit," he said as he collapsed on the bed.

Both boys lounged on Riku's bed in silence. Tristan spoke softly, almost to himself, "I can't believe that we're seniors now. The past three years seem like a blur. Like, it was just yesterday that I was with my dad setting up my freshman room and meeting you for the first time."

Riku chuckled, "You're too young to talk like that. We're only eighteen. You have, like, fifteen years or three kids to go before you start reminiscing."

Tristan made a grunt of agreement before he sat up. "Let's go see if the other guys are all set and then get something to eat," he offered Riku a hand.

Riku took the outstretched hand and both boys headed off to the cafeteria.