Hello there! This is my second story that I am writing and I hope that you guys enjoy it! Personally, I am excited for this one as well, and I am look forward to writing it. I will be working on both at the same time so please review and follow this one along with the Naruto one I am writing!

Disclaimer: I do not own Free! only the two character Hayami and Aiya.

Chapter one: Two Friends, One Apartment

My skin feels silky smooth.

I am in complete darkness yet I am not afraid, in fact I am enjoying being in this place.

Take a breath.

I can feel my hair swirling up as another wave of coolness hits me.

I am not afraid.

XX

My eyes jolt open when I hear the ringing of an alarm. I scramble to find my phone only to find that it is not mine. I look to the other person sleeping in my bed. She too is grabbing for her phone and my guess is that she only silences it. I take a better look at the time and see that we have about an hour before we have to leave for school. I mean, we should try to be ready on time for at least today and I don't want to leave her behind today of all the days to sleep late. We did miss the opening ceremony yesterday since both of us were working all day. I mean we have to pay for the place somehow.

"Hayami, wake up," I say.

I get a reply of groans and the bed squeaking the slightest as she moves into a new position.

That is my roommate, Hayami Yaomo. We are living in a small cramped apartment since that's all we can afford to get. She is a fun loving girl, but at times she can be forgetful. Only, that is so rare when she forgets things, but when she does, it makes the whole thing funny and worth being around her. We have only known each other for about a year but that year seems like a life time sometimes, especially since we moved here about four days ago. I shake my head and prepare for the fun.

I mean, I rarely ever get to wake someone up in the morning for school. By this time yesterday we were at work already and by eight at night we finally got to come home. We basically ate dinner and went to bed, something that became normal over the short time we have lived together. I am ready to actually go to school since we finally get to meet new people and forget about our past.

I shake my head, now is not the time to remember the past. Something that we cannot change. I look back at Hayami.

I crawl over to her side of the bed and see her cotton candy pink hair is sticking out from under the covers. It looks like it's all tangled and will be hard to get detangled. I don't understand how she can stand to have her hair this long, it looks like a huge pain in the ass to maintain. I can feel a smile play across my face as I get ready to pounce on her. I gently begin to shake her, which only makes her groan. I smile again, I know this is going to be hard and I can say so many things right now. Slowly I put more force into it and I am soon met with a pair of sky blue eyes meeting mine.

"I thought I would remind you of the fun time we had last night Hayami," I say, grinning like crazy.

I watch as her eyes go from being hard to surprise back to being hard. I enjoy making jokes like this early in the morning, especially when she just wakes up. A forbidden love story in my head.

"How dare you," are the first words that come out of her mouth.

"Good morning sunshine!" I reply in a cheerful voice, "We have to get ready for our first day of high school in a new school. Knowing you though it will take a while and I do not feel like being late."

"I do not take an hour to get ready!" Hayami replies, rather annoyed.

I sit back and giggle. I grab my school uniform and walk into the bathroom to change. I look at the uniform, something that I only have to wear for about two years. It is simple with only a dress shirt, skirt and a jacket to go with it. I have to wear black socks and simple shoes with the outfit, something that I don't really like. I know Hayami will alter her outfit a little and I know others do as well.

I just don't know if I am ready to restart everything in my life just because. Well, I mean there is a reason behind it, but that is something I refuse to think about right now. I need to focus on school and making sure Hayami does not lose her temper the first five minutes of class. That is something that everyone will hate her for. She and I both blame her parents for her anger issues but there isn't really a lot that either of us can do about it.

I look into the mirror and find deep green eye looking back at me. I look well rested and I am ready for the day ahead of us. The spark of being determined remains in my eyes, even though everything that has happened. I look up to my light purple hair that almost looks grey in the sunlight. It isn't that long and I would prefer to keep it that way. A lot of people, including Hayami want me to grow out my hair, but I like it this short. I think it suits me better than having hair so long I don't know what to do with it. And watching Hayami with her hair, I am glad I decided to stick with short hair. I look back to the outfit and put it on.

Walking from the bathroom to the bed room I find my gloves and slide them on, I look through my sock draw and find my black tights that I can wear to school. I also find a key holder that wraps around my thigh. I put it in place and find my black and white shoes that will help to complete to outfit. I glance at the clock, still thirty minutes before we have to leave for school. I just need to eat and make sure my bag is ready then I am good to go. I find my keys and place them in the key holder so I do not have to lose them. I take a quick look in the mirror and approve of the outfit. I grab my shoes and get ready to put them by the door.

"No!" I hear Hayami yell.

I walk into the living room to find her cat Kilala messing with her make up bag. I chuckle at the sight of this. This happened almost every day, either that or Kilala will scratch her by accident, Kilala is still a kitten and is working on the whole retracting her claws so she doesn't hurt us sort of thing. I go and place my shoes by the door and watch as Kilala wags her butt to pounce on my shoes, so that's how they got into the room, Kilala brought them there. Good to know and that I should put my shoes up.

"Don't laugh, she will only do it more!" Hayami exclaims.

"Well, ya that is the whole point. Besides, she isn't a little kid. Once we leave she will go to sleep, besides she took my shoes. She only messes a little with you, end of story," I reply.

"Aiya…" Hayami whines.

"What Hayami? Was last night not fun enough? I mean we did stay up all night," I say, walking to find something to eat.

I glance over and see Hayami being flustered but laughing at the joke I made. Something I always do at a time like this. No matter how hard she tries, she likes when I make jokes that question our relationship. Believe me, we are only roommates, nothing more nothing less. But we are close, we talk and everything. We have to stick by each other for the first few weeks of school until we make some new friends, which is not easy for either of us to do.

I grab some cereal and pour myself a bowl. Not my favorite but it will work for now. I watch as Kilala jumps up to the counter and try to step into the box of cereal that is now empty. I smile at her trying to get in there. Better than her crawling into the cabinets.

"Aiya, which class are you in?" Hayami asks, she has her make-up done and is now pulling back her hair into a ponytail.

I pull out my transfer script and look at it, "2-B, what about you?"

"Um… 2-A," Hayami replies.

We both look at each other and can feel that we are both upset. I tried to make sure I did not get that high of a score on the entrance exam and I helped Hayami study for the exam so she would not have been stuck in a lower class. Hayami is good at art and history, which happen to be my weakest while she sucks at math and science, two things I enjoy but are not my strongest. I am better at English and creative writing. Both of those though seem useless in today's times.

Beside the point though, we are not in the same class? How is that possible? We both do not have any way of knowing how to help the other. She is in the highest class and I am in the second highest. Who in their right mind divided up the classes? I mean, there is no way we got that big of a difference in the exams.

"How…" I question.

Hayami snitch's my paper from me and looks at them. I see her go white. I look at the papers and see that there was a one point difference in the scores. And I just had the score that put me at the top of the B class and Hayami at the bottom of A class.

You have to be kidding me. One point that puts us in two different classes. One point messes up all of our hard work. This is awful. Now there is no way that either of us will stick together for long. This is the worst thing that could happen for the two of us. One point… that is all it takes to separate two people into different classes.

I lower the papers and try to not panic. Hayami and I work better together. But this is how it has to be, separated by a point, next year I will get into the A class.

I look at the time.

"Come one Hayami, we have to go to school. We cannot be late for classes on our first day," I finally say breaking the silence.

"Two different classes. Dude this is going to be hard," Hayami replies.

"We can always have lunch together and walk home after school together," I says.

"True, we can keep each other in the loop," Hayami exclaims.

"Besides, we do live with each other," I explain.

We walk out the door laugh and go all the way to school, very little about the fact we are in two different classes fights the fact that we live together and can talk at home. Not to mention we have gym and lunch together, something that will always help us. Maybe this won't be so bad, but it won't matter if Hayami fails at introducing herself in front of the whole class.