Hey, I'm Demyx; I live in a little house in a big neighborhood full of stuck up little snots. I wore a jean vest over my dark blue shirt and jeans. I like the rugged look, I love playing my sitar, and I love the beach.

Now I lived near lakes, great…I just started going to a new school, well technically I would be starting today. I resented our move; I lived with my lesbian mother who had no problem with my choice for who I wanted. The problem for me was they were all guys.

Well you have the general gist of me; let's get into the real point of this thing. My time at Boise High would be a memorable one, especially because of that red headed guy, that green eyed god, that fiery tempered fighter. Axel

I heard a knock on my door; I sighed and forced myself up, my head phones were wrapped around my neck, and it was screaming the rock music that was my life. I opened the door to find my mother standing there, "Time for school," she said simply; I sighed and picked up my bag that I had decorated with patches and safety pins. I walked to the front door and opened it, but she grabbed my shoulder and had me look at her, "This isn't punishment Demyx," she said softly.

"Mom, you know I don't like moving, and you know I don't make friends easily, why did you drag me to this place anyways," I asked as I attempted to keep my tone even.

Just then I heard the bus at my stop just outside my house, I turned and left without another word to her. I climbed onto the bus to be greeted with yelling teens and disgusted looks. I pulled my headphones onto my ears and sat down in the only empty seat, drowning out the taunts and torments.

I sighed as I held back the depressed tears; I closed my eyes and returned to my home; the sunny beaches of California. Now I was here, in this clouded over town with not a penny to my name with stuck up kids glaring at me for my look, I had a mullet, get over it!

I felt the seat move slightly, I could barely hear the voice talking to me, but I ignored it until I was flicked hard in the shoulder. I sighed with a small growl at the back of my throat. I stopped my music and took off my headphones and looked into the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen.

I felt speechless for a moment as I looked at the rest of the face. Two black tears were drawn with eyeliner beneath his eyes and he had large spiky red hair that stuck out and drooped slightly around his head. "Hey there," he said in a buoyant tone, "You're new here aren't you," I couldn't find my voice, so I simply nodded, "I'm Axel," he said as he held out his hand, I looked at it for a moment. He had black nails; I took his hand gently, his touch was warm and heated my skin, and my blood for some reason.

I blushed slightly before a blond kid tapped Axel's shoulder, "Hey Axel!" he said, Axel turned to the blond boy and I felt a vicious snarling in my mind as I (for some reason) became jealous he was even talking to him.

I turned back and leaned against the window as I put my headphones back on and turned my music on again and let it ring through my ears. I took a shaky breath as I remained silent through the rest of the ride.

Axel was wearing a black shirt and torn jeans with a spiked bracelet on his right wrist. I sighed and pulled my knee up to my chest as the bus finished its route, the whole time I felt Axel's eyes on me as I listened to Staind, I had changed my songs to this while we were driving and I began to sing to the music. I thought it had been under my breath, until we stopped and I pulled off my headphones and shoved it in my bag.

"So you like Staind, huh?" he said, I blushed and looked away.

"I wasn't that quiet was I," I asked softly, he chuckled lightly.

"Not exactly, but don't worry, it was a good song, and you actually got a pretty good voice," he said, I looked at him in confusion as we approached the school, I had been listening to Outside, a song I had started listening to after my first break up. The relationship had gone badly and by the time it was over I had been left pretty scarred; mentally, emotionally, and physically.

"It's one of my favorites too," I muttered as I walked in, I found that I didn't really need me locker, so I just went to my class, and Axel walked beside me as he watched me with some strange fascination, I blew the small strands of my hair out of my face as I walked to my first class.

"So kid, tell me, what's your story," he asked.

I shrugged indifferently, "Don't really have one," I murmured.

He scoffed, "Oh please, everyone has a story," he said as he walked beside me, "Me? I was in a gang for a couple years, small street gang, nothing to dangerous, gave me something to do on my off days," he said.

"What you have a job," I asked.

"Hell yeah, it's the only way I can support myself. See, when my parents found out I was in a gang they kicked me out, I took up smoking to deal with my depression when I had no where to go," he said as if it were nothing, "I finally kicked the habit and got my life together, now I enjoy my life, live on my own, and still finish up school," he said with easiness.

"Wow, sounds rough," I commented as I found my class, he followed me in.

"Eh. Not that bad if you think about it," he muttered as he sat in a desk beside me in the back. I pushed my bag under my desk and leaned back as I rubbed my eyes, I was so tired; I hadn't slept the night before. He watched me in silence, "You don't look so hot," he muttered I looked at him, the look on my face must have made him think I misinterpreted his statement, "No, no, no!" he said quickly, "I mean you look unwell," he said a small smile on his lips.

"Oh I know don't worry, I haven't slept for a couple days and am exhausted is all," I explained, he nodded and looked down.

"If you don't mind me asking, what kept you up," he asked, I thought for a moment, the truth was slightly embarrassing, and extremely personal. I quickly slammed that demented door and shook my head.

"Just had a lot on my mind is all," I murmured softly, he nodded as the bell rang loudly; I jumped slightly as the teacher walked in.

"Good morning class!" he said to us loudly, the class replied sleepily.

"Morning Mr. Huntington," I remained silent and slid down in my seat slightly as he pulled out a class roster sheet.

"Um, Demyx," he said calmly, I didn't reply as I held the blush away. I finally raised my hand. I knew what was coming and this was what I dreaded the most about being in a new school. The initiation into their society, "Why don't you stand up and tell us about yourself," I took a deep breath and pushed myself out of my seat. I looked down at my combat boots and took a deep breath again.

"Okay, well I like music," I mumbled.

"What did he say?" someone said, I felt my temper flare instantly and I looked at him.

"I said 'I like music,'" I snapped, he stared at me in surprise, I instantly regretted it and slid back into my seat as I pulled out my sketchbook and began to sketch through my fury.