Sorry for such the short chapter!
The stupid line thing won't work. So I'll have to use the dashes for now!
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The curtains to the pitch black room parted, sunlight immediately beaming into the room. The room was messy, dirty clothes mixed with clean clothes on the floor, miscellaneous belongings in awkward places, and it could use a good vacuuming. There were band posters on each wall, a couple of American bands that were autographed, but mostly was Japanese rock. There were two beds in the room, both parallel to each other. Though, only one side of the room was messy, which was the one facing the window.
One bed had multiple sheets and blankets on it, limbs spread out under the mountain of covers. While the other one seemed to be completely untouched, almost as though as it were waiting for someone.
"Axel, wake up. You're going to be late." A deep voice said, firm yet soft.
A groan was heard, followed by a crotchety mumble and a wave of a pale, slender arm.
The man, who had pulled open the curtains, shook the mountain of covers, yet again giving a warning.
"If you're late one more time, you'll get a week's detention." The man let out a sigh when the arm once again waved him away.
"Go away." A voice came from under the covers, its words slurred and tiresome.
"You leave me no choice, Axel." The man grabbed the sheets, ripping them off the body and throwing them to the floor. "Get up right now! It's almost eight and you still have to get in the shower!"
The figure that lay on the bed was pale and skinny. Although he was skinny, you could easily tell that he worked out, as he had a chiseled chest and slender, yet muscular arms. Long, flaming red hair spiked out in all directions, almost like a hedgehog. He was spread out on his stomach, only dressed in a pair of black boxers with flames.
"Axel, hurry your ass up! You were supposed to have this mess clean! Your new roommate is coming in today and you don't want to look like a slob, do you?!" The man sighed, placing a hand on his hip. "I'm coming back in ten minutes. If you're not showered and dressed by then, I'll have to do it myself."
The man who lay on the bed, Axel, opened his heavy eyelids tiredly, letting them hang halfway. His eyes were an entrancing color of jade, with black triangular tattoos under them. People always questioned him as to how he managed to get them, as you have to be eighteen to get tattoos.
"What the fuck do you want, Saix?" He managed to mumble as he rubbed his eyes. Axel lifted his head up, his jade eyes still half open. He reached for the digital clock on his nightstand, reading it as 7:56am.
The man, now identified as Saix, had beautiful yellow-orange eyes. Across his face was a scar he had gotten from when he was younger, in the shape of an 'x'. His hair was a blue-sliver; it fell just below his shoulders, with shorter layers at the top.
"Who would you rather it be? Demyx?" Saix said plainly, smiling as Axel let out a groan.
Axel sat up, rubbing his eyes and blocking them with his hand from the sunlight flooding his room. He looked over to Saix, who was busy texting on his cell phone. "Who's that?" He asked tiredly, standing up slowly and stretching.
"Demyx."
"Oh. Tell Demyx to wait in here if he comes. I'm getting in the shower." The redhead said, opening his closet and retrieving a black t-shirt. He turned and bent down, scooping up a pair of jeans.
"He'd know what to do anyway. He's in this dorm more than his own." Saix said with a smirk. "After you're done with the shower, get this room picked up. I won't have you known for a filthy beast." He said, making his way to the door.
"A little late for that." Axel said with a smile. He waved a silent goodbye before trudging into the bathroom.
"Uhm, excuse me. Where is the west building?" A blonde boy asked the lady at the front desk in the office. He was gripping a large duffel bag in one hand, and his school schedule in the other.
"As you walk out of the main building, turn left and walk straight ahead. There's a supervisor out at his desk at all times, so if you can't find your dorm, ask him. I'm sure he'll be of some help." The brunet lady smiled, her bony fingers pecking the keyboard quickly.
"Thanks." The blond muttered, turning around and making his way out of the office. He pushed open one of the double doors, walking along a paved pathway.
He was out in the courtyard now, and he saw kids scurrying to get to their classes. He put
his schedule between his lips and dug around in his pocket. Retrieving his cell phone, he flipped it open. 8:10am
'Great. Only twenty minutes to find my dorm and get to my class.' The blond let out a sigh and stuffed his cell phone back into his pocket, heading to the west building.
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The blonde's name was Roxas Strife. His blond hair was in a wayward style, flipping out in certain parts. His complexion was a pale tan, barely any visible blemishes on his skin. His eyes were a deep blue, lively and full of youth. Today, Roxas was dressed in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of perfect fitting jeans, hugging his legs not too tightly, yet not too loose.
Roxas had hit his growth spurt the year he transferred. Shooting from a 5'3 to a 5'6 in two months. The blond was finally relieved, as he wasn't too short for his age anymore, as he always got teased for it. Roxas was going to be a sophomore at Destiny High this year, and he was finally sixteen.
Transferring towards the middle of the school year was never fun for Roxas, as he hated having to be shown around by people he didn't even know, having to follow them like a puppy. His brother, Sora, and he moved from the big city of Twilight Town to Destiny Island. His parents had sent them away to live with their brother, Cloud, as he lived alone.
Roxas came upon the double doors that led to the west building, and he pulled on the handle. Walking inside, he looked around. He was in a lobby, which he had never expected. Dorm buildings don't usually have lobbies, do they? He walked up to what he thought was the supervisor's desk.
"Uh, hi. I was wondering what level dorm 8-13 is on?" Roxas said, unfolding the piece of paper in his hand to make sure of his dorm number.
"That should be on the third floor. You can just take the elevator." The man said, pointing over to the elevator next to them.
Roxas put on a fake smile and nodded his head.
"Thanks."
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Stepping off the elevator, he began to walk down the long hallway. He looked at the number cards next to each door, realizing that his room was probably at the end of the hall. He let out a sigh. It was going to be a long day for him.
Halfway down the long hallway, Roxas saw a blond boy, around 5'8, with a mix of a mullet and a mohawk. He seemed to be ranting on about how he was going to be late. The tall boy turned to look at Roxas, who had raised an eyebrow.
The mullawk boy smiled and fluttered over to Roxas.
"Hey! Are you new here?"
Roxas looked at him and bit his lip. "Uhh, yeah, actually. I just transferred here today."
The other blond smiled widely and stuck a hand out to him. "Oh! Sweet! Name's Demyx."
Roxas took his hand and shook it slowly. "I'm Roxas. Do you think you can help me find my dorm?" He asked, the lightest tint of pink touching his cheeks. He hated asking strangers for directions.
"Sure!" Demyx dropped Roxas' hand. "Do you know what dorm number it is?"
"8-13."
"No way! You share a room with Axie!" Demyx said, his eyebrows shooting straight to his hairline.
"A-Axie?" Roxas asked quietly. He wasn't sure if that was just a pet name, or if it was for real. He wouldn't be caught dead with a nickname like that.
"Come on! This way!" Demyx said, grabbing Roxas' wrist and dragging him towards the end of the hall.
"Here we are! Room 8-13! Do you have a key?" The blond asked, smiling.
"Uhh, yeah." Roxas said. He began to dig into his pockets for it, finding it in his back pocket. He moved in front of the door, sliding the key into the keyhole. Hearing it click, Roxas could feel a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He always got excited when it came to things like this. He turned the knob, pushing the door open.
"Axie! I found your roommate!" Demyx said, trotting happily into the room after Roxas.
Roxas looked immediately to the thing that caught his attention: the flaming redhead picking up junk off the floor. In a towel. Roxas immediately felt the heat come to his face.
'What is he doing?! W-What am I doing?! Stop blushing, Roxas! Stop it!'
Roxas screamed in his mind, telling the blush to move from his face. The redhead's had perked up, and he smiled, tossing the handful of clothes he had in his hands to the hamper in the corner.
"Hey."
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Okay guys! I decided to make another story since I wasn't really liking how my other one was going along.
So, I hope that you guys enjoy this so far! Please review!
