Banshee: Hello everybody. I'm working on "Life With Organization XIII," but I thought I'd add a little something for you guys to read in the meantime. And since Spring Break is coming up, I made a little seven-chapter story for it. I hope you like it!

Chapter One: Day One

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~ 2:00 PM ~

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It was Spring Break.

All of the kids at our school gathered on Destiny Island to have a week-long party; one that consisted of dancing, music, one-night stands, drug abuse, and, of course, lots and lots of drinking.

Normally, I didn't like to go to parties. They just weren't my thing. As for Spring Break, I usually spent the time goofing off, or sleeping until noon. But Axel insisted that it would be fun, and he managed to talk Xemnas into letting us go. I don't know how he did it, and, now that I think about it, I don't even want to know. Besides me, he managed to talk Roxas, Demyx, and Zexion into going as well.

By the time we got there, the island was already bustling with activity. The music was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire island. Small groups of boys were engaging in drinking games, laughing like idiots when one of their friends couldn't handle their alcohol and threw up. All of the girls were either sunbathing, swimming, or dancing.

"This is going to be the best week of our lives!" Demyx proclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement.

"I severely doubt that any of these people are anywhere near the legal drinking age." Zexion said as he noticed a group of boys participating in a beer bong.

"Lighten up, Zex." Axel said, slinging an arm around the shorter Nobody's shoulder. "Everybody drinks during Spring Break."

His only response was a roll of the eyes.

"God, I haven't felt this out of place since the first day I set foot in the castle…" I mumbled.

As we passed a group of boys, they began whistling and throwing cat calls in my direction. As if that wasn't bad enough, they were using obscene language and gestures as they addressed me, no doubt describing in explicit detail what they would do to me sexually. My face crinkled in disgust, and I was about to tell them off when I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder. I looked up and saw Axel, who was eyeing the boys with a glare that screamed "Back off, she's mine." They immediately backed off at the sight of his glare, and I could see the satisfied smirk on his face as they left.

"I can handle myself, you know." I growled, jerking myself out of his grip.

"I don't care." Axel retorted. "I'm not going to sit by while some dirt bags disrespect you."

"I don't know. I would have liked to see what Nikki would have done to them." Roxas mumbled. "It would have been funny.."

After that little remark, we all stayed quiet until we reached the place where we'd be staying for the week. It was a tree house, with some makeshift curtains hanging in the windows. It was a good thing we brought air mattresses because there wasn't anything to sleep on. The easy way to blow up an air mattress is with electricity, but, since there wasn't any, we brought air pumps. There was a limited amount of space in the tree house, so we could only bring two mattresses; one was for Demyx and Zexion, and the other, unfortunately, was for Axel and me. Roxas brought a sleeping bag because sharing a bed with two guys was waaaaay too awkward for him to deal with. The rest of the space was used for our bags.

There was no electricity on the island, so we had to go without television, appliances, and even indoor plumbing for a week. Port-o-potties were set up around the island, and picking up more food and drinks was easy since the main island was a short boat ride away. Since Nobodies could just poof from place to place, we could get our own food faster than anybody.

And yes. I said 'poof.' That's what I call it. Moving on.

"These doors have locks on them, right?" I asked.

"Yeah." Demyx said. "Why?"

"No reason. I just don't want to wake up in the middle of the night to find some drunk guy molesting me."

"You're going to be sleeping with a drunk guy tonight, 'cuz I'm going to be partying from now until whenever I feel like coming back. And when I do, maybe you and me can do the nasty.." Axel purred with a smirk, emphasizing the word 'nasty' and finishing off with a wink.

"I will rock your world, sweetheart.."

I wanted to smack him, but he would be expecting that.

Immediately I turned to Roxas and asked, "Can that sleeping bag fit two people?"

He just stared at me. He was in the middle of setting up his sleeping bag, freezing when I uttered that question. A light blush creeped onto his face, and the only sound that came out of his mouth was an awkward "Uhh…"

Meanwhile, Demyx was trying to figure out the meaning behind Axel's words. He sat there for a full minute before he got frustrated and decided to ask everybody's favorite schemer what it meant.

"Zexion…" He said to get his attention.

"What is it?"

"What does 'do the nasty' mean?"

At the question, Zexion sighed and shook his head, patting the nocturne on the shoulder.

"Don't even ask, Demyx.." He sighed. "Don't even ask.. Now help me blow up this mattress."

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~~ 9:00 PM ~~

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The sun had set hours ago, and the music was still going strong.

Axel had gone out partying, Demyx decided to try his hand at surfing, Zexion just sat in the tree house reading one of his books (he was using one of those little reading lights), Roxas went out to collect some seashells, and I was just laying there on the mattress with my earphones on, playing the song "Get This Party Started" as loud as I could without hurting my eardrums. If I played my cards right, I could make my mp3 player's battery last a full week if I listened to it for about two to three hours each day.

We had pizza and 7Up for dinner. We ate around five o'clock; an hour before sunset. Axel was unable to join us because he was too busy drinking and doing only God knows what else. Demyx and Roxas left soon after they ate, and they hadn't come back yet. Right now it was just me and Zexion.

Just as the song ended, I heard Zexion ask, "Is something wrong, Nikki?"

I paused the player before the next song came on. "No. Why?"

"Ever since Axel left, you've been really antsy."

"Of course I'm antsy. I've been without television for seven hours."

"Bullshit. You and I both know that you're easily entertained." Insert glare from me. "But that's beside the point. You're worried about Axel, aren't you?"

I refused to say anything. I wasn't going to admit that I was actually worried about that idiot.

"I'll take your silence as a 'yes.' He'll be fine. It wouldn't be the first time that he's come back late."

"Yeah, but I doubt he's ever come back drunk."

"You trust him, don't you?"

"Sure I do. It's our classmates I don't trust."

"You worry too much."

"I'm a girl; we worry."

Suddenly the door opened and Demyx and Roxas walked in, carrying a very drunk Axel. He was giggling like an idiot, stumbling as they tried to help him stay on his feet. Roxas shut the door with his foot, and they led the inebriated redhead over to the mattress where they laid him down. Apparently, sometime during the night, he had lost his shirt. Judging by the way he was acting, he probably didn't even notice that it was missing.

"Oh my God." I said after giving him a look over. "You idiot… You overdid it, didn't you?"

"I didn't drink that much.." Just by the way his breath smelled, I knew that was a lie. His heavily slurred speech further proved it. "Hey, you're hot. Wanna mess around?"

I wanted to smack him, but he was drunk and wouldn't even remember anything the next day. It didn't seem fair to have him wake up and wonder where he got the hand-shaped red mark on his face.

"What did you have?" I asked.

"Eh-what?"

"What did you have to drink?"

"Just a few cocktails."

"What kind?"

"Tequila."

Cue face palm.

"You idiot. That's hard liquor. You're lucky to be conscious right now."

"I-I just remembered.. Tequila… That's a song, isn't it?"

My eye twitched. "I swear to God, if you start singing that song I will kill you."

Luckily, he didn't start singing. He probably didn't even know the words anyway.

"Is he gonna be like this all night?" Roxas asked.

"Based on what he had to drink, I would say… definitely. He'll be better by tomorrow. All he needs is a good night's…" I paused when I felt Axel's hand on one of my breasts, the look on my face a mix between shock and annoyance. "… Axel… What are you doing?"

I knew damn well what he was doing. I just wanted to hear what his response was.

At first, he didn't say anything. He just sat there with a perplexed look on his face as he continued to fondle me. As if to compare them, he put his other hand on my other breast. My glare was murderous at this point, but I was trying to keep myself from hitting him. Suddenly, he uttered a question that made my last thread of patience snap like a twig. "Hey, you've got nice boobs. Are they natural or implants?"

I couldn't help it. I just had to hit him.

One blow to the head with my fist, and he was out cold.

"Did you really have to hit him?" Roxas asked. "He's drunk; he probably won't even remember doing that."

"I don't care." I snapped. "Asking me for sex is one thing, but he crossed the line when he touched my breasts."

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