Author's note! I know, I'm terrible. This is my eighth piece here on , and yet I'm making another while I have...some unfinished. D': I'm sorry. I know, I know. But well, um...This is Project Parent! Yaaay! And I just know it's not going to go as planned. Already, the end of chapter one sucks. So I apologize in advance. Yes...this story is already giving me much grief. And I still have a desk to clean off! Wah!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except for my soul. Which is probably going to be forked to death after this fanfiction is over by whoever is unfortunate enough to read.

Warnings: Some swearing, and some brief sexual innuendo. Dear me. I'm going to hell!

On with the show!

Prologue-Part 1

"You think I can take care of this thing by myself?"

The entire class went silent. All eyes turned to look at the redhead in the back arguing with the smaller teen, who put his hands on his hips. Giggles erupted from the front and the boys in the class began snickering. Even the redhead had to crack a smirk at that, but the small blond was clearly not amused.

"I don't care if you have to ask someone else for help, I'm going away this weekend!"

"So why don't you show me some things before you leave? It's hard, blondie!"

Yes. Meet Axel and Roxas. Partners on the health project that one certain, evil teacher assigned them. You're probably wondering about this certain health project, and the level of evil this teacher is, aren't you?

Don't deny it.

Well, let me tell you something. I'm the narrator of this story, and I will tell you hard facts and get straight down to the reason the two started this fight. And how they ended up after this little project. I will get straight to the rhyme and reason we're having this little story in the first place.

See, Roxas and Axel have been in the same school for years. At the current time during this little "lover's spat", the small blond named Roxas is a sophomore. Axel, one tall and lanky redheaded jokester, is a junior. I wish I could tell you this was a successful romance story, but at this point, even I don't know. And I'm your almighty narrator.

Maybe I'll keep it PG 13. Maybe not. Who knows?

And maybe I'll be just a little bit unreliable. Zexion told me that narrators could do that. He's helping me with this.

Say hi Zexion!

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Okay, okay. Back to the story, I guess. (What a party pooper, eh?)

So anyway. Can you BELIEVE I'm writing?! Some people say I'm not even literate! But I am! I am! My name's Demyx, by the way. And I will be, indubitably (that's my favorite word), your narrator on our little journey into Axel's and Roxas' (Roxi? Is that the plural form of Roxas?) relationship.

Author's Note! Er...Again!It's short, but they will get biggerer! Okay, I know Demyx narrating a story is weird. BUT HE HAS IDEAS AND PLOTS. Lawls. So wait till the end of Chapter one to tell me whatchu think. It would make me very happy?