[Zexion]

There goes my alarm telling me to get my ass up and get ready. Fuck it, I might as well listen. I drag myself up and turn off the beeping. Much better. I don't feel the caffeine hangover as much now. I should go take a shower.

After scalding my skin in the shower, I begin to get dressed. Black and blue plaid shirt, black skinny jeans, and black drawn on converse. I had drawn cities and stars on them. I add my black flannel lined coat to complete my ensemble. I grab my technology and trot up the stairs. When I get to the top I have a really bad dizzy spell. I need to eat...I grab an apple from the counter and my bag. I get out the door, turn around and lock it, and trudge to the bus stop.

I can't believe it this damn cold in August. What kind of sick joke is this nature? My hair gets blown into my eyes and I rake it sloppily under my hood. When that's completed, I see a boy in front of me. He has a blond mullet but, hell, he pulls it off somehow. He's reading from a poetry book, the softest smile on his face. He looks over at me, and motions for me to take out my headphones. I oblige.

"Hey, are you new here?" He asks kindly.

"Yeah, how about you?"

"Nah, I've lived here my whole life. The names Demyx by the way." He stands up to shake my hand. Goddamn the boy is tall! I almost timidly let him shake my hand.

"I'm Zexion, nice to meet you." Insert awkward pause here...

"Hey, do you have a phone?" He asks me suddenly.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"To put my number in," he notices my skeptical look. His own gaze softens in response. "Just in case you ever need someone. This schools nickname is Heartless High for good reason."

Mutely I hand him my phone. He smiles at the wallpaper. A painting of a purple rose I did shortly before moving here. He doesn't comment on the lack of contacts and punches in his number. He takes a dorky picture for his contact.

"Thanks," I say. "So why is this school called Heartless High anyway?"

"Most of the people here are very judgmental and mean. The main reason me and my friends are shunned is that most of us, me included, are gay."

"Well then I'm pretty much fucked. Being new, emo, and gay. Today really will be hell."

"Don't speak to soon, something good could still happen," he smirks mischievously.

"I dunno, double chemistry is sill glowering at me," I say with a smile of my own. He laughs, oh god his laugh is so wonderful! It's taking every shred of will power I have to not grab his shirt and demand him to laugh again!

"Well there's the bus, wanna sit with me?" Demyx asks.

"Sure, sounds good." We climb on the bus and we manage to snag two seats near the back.

"So," He starts his question, "What kind of music do you like?"

"All kinds, but I kinda gravitate towards alternative, classic rock, and modern rock. Also I like instrumentals." I blush a little when I say that out loud. I'm kinda embarrassed by that last thing. He smiles sweetly.

"Don't be embarrassed, I also love instrumentals. Mainly because I play enough instruments to be my own one man band. Now if only I had enough appendages..."

"What instruments do you play?"

"Oh all kinds. Guitar, piano, synth, bass, drums..."

We continue on like this till we get to the school.