A/N: This popped up in my head, and needed to be written out. Yay!

Chapter 1: What He's Like

Prologue

The flag went up. The teen yawned. He really didn't want to have to go through this. He wanted to get out and scare the shit out of someone. He didn't want his first day in college to be boring.

"I welcome you all to your new life…"

He looked around. His best friend—sorry, best friends grinned at him. He grinned back.

"…together, at one another's side…"

Couldn't the principal hurry up and finish his speech?

He checked his watch. The time he could be a-pranking was a-ticking.

"…trust in one another, never leave each other…"

A few more minutes and he would be ready to snooze.

"…and with this, I hope you will be happy."

Was it over? Thank God. The few sentences he had been able to catch sounded less like an inspirational speech than a sappy love song.

He wanted to bolt straight away, but the teachers, including his old upperclassman, herded the freshmen into neat lines and led them out of the auditorium.

He groaned inwardly. He hated following, but in this case, he had no choice, especially not when that teacher was looking at him sternly. (He felt she had no right, though, seeing she used to be his pal.)

Then he saw it.

A head of pink hair, so pink, that the owner probably had no problem standing out.

He tried to give chase, but another teacher was looking at him and he had no chance.

The pink disappeared.

But he didn't know why he was still so fascinated with it.

Up until now.

"Shit!"

"Language, Mr. Caelum!"

A raven-haired teen laughed and made faces at his teacher. "Aww, c'mon Luna, can't you let me have a little fun?"

The teacher stiffened up. "You will address me as Ms. Sola, Mr. Caelum, and nothing else."

The teen laughed. Luna gave it up as a hopeless case and dismissed him. She didn't have the energy to send him to detention.

As he turned to leave—laughing as he did so—Luna stopped him.

"I may only be a few years older than you, Noctis…" she began, calling him by name.

She slapped him.

"But fuck with me again, and you'll see where it ends up."

Noctis' eyes widened. His teacher's use of language meant she was serious.

He turned to leave—again. "Whatever you say, Ms. Sola."

Luna sighed. "I'll take it."

"Yo, Noct!"

Noctis grinned. He knew that voice.

"Hey." A blond male stood in front of him, hands behind his head, and smirked. "Luna caught you?" he asked.

"Yeah…I still can't believe she actually said, 'Fuck!'" Noctis groaned.

"Whoa, she did?"

"Yeah, Prompto." Prompto was his best friend—one of his best friends. There was Ignis too, but…well, Ignis was too wrapped up in his social media world to be too much of a best friend to Noctis.

Sophomores in college, Noctis, Prompto, and Ignis, (although it was mostly just with the first two) lived the carefree life of immaturity. The teachers never really knew what to do with them—they were troublemakers, but they constantly pulled off amazing marks, so they were never sure whether to punish or praise them. It was annoying and frustrating for the teachers, who knew that whether they did praise or punish them, the boys wouldn't care either way.

Now Noctis was slightly more immature than Prompto. Whereas Prompto held a wee bit of respect for the teachers, never cursing in front of them, Noctis simply did not care. But it wasn't because he was rude, or anything. It was because he simply thought teachers to be people to be messed with, people slightly older than he. That was the case especially with Luna Sola, who had been their upperclassman and friend in high school.

Now she was a teacher though, (they couldn't believe it) and they couldn't, as she put it, fuck with her so easily. Of course, as she had been a model student, that was never easy to begin with.

"Hey, Prompt…" began Noctis.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna hit the canteen and see if those freshmen are ready to get their butts whooped?"

"Oh man, I am so there."

Both guys ran off.

…

Hours later, they went back to their dorms, looking considerably happier.

"Did you see the look on that kid's face when he sat on the milk?"

"I did, although I have to say, that was a lame prank."

"Then what about when I got that guy to make out with his twin brother's girlfriend, who, might I add, seemed not to notice at all that her boyfriend was considerably different?"

"That was a considerably less lame prank."

Wake up! Grab a brush and put on a little make up!~

"Ah, shit. Hang on, Prompt, I gotta take this," said Noctis, taking out his phone. "What's up? Oh…Hi, Ignis."

Prompto flinched a bit. Why would Ignis, the perfect celebrity, the, oh-so-busy business tycoon, be calling?

"Yeah? Really?"

Prompto held his breath. He suddenly remembered something Noctis' father had told Ignis and he a few months ago, something they had to keep secret from Noctis.

"He WHAT?!"

Prompto cursed. So did the old man finally decide to tell his son?

"SERIOUSLY? He wants me to—Oh, hell no."

Prompto had to admit, this was pretty funny.

"Someone I don't even know? What? You saying he wants me to tell him something? Tell him from me to go fuck himself! That doesn't count? Well, go fuck yourself!"

Noctis hung up and dropped his phone. It didn't break, but Noctis looked broken. And furious.

"What was it?" asked Prompto, knowing full well what it was.

"Dad—no, he doesn't deserve me calling him that! That fucktard wants me to date some chick from some rich company! Just so he and the father of the bitch could make business deals and shit!"

Prompto tried looking sympathetic and only succeeded in smirking like an idiot.

Fortunately, Noctis didn't notice. He started pacing.

"Man! I can't believe he's doing this! Especially when I've almost found her—"

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Oops.

"Her? Who's 'her?'" Prompto asked.

"Forget about it," Noctis sighed heavily. He, on the other hand couldn't forget about the girl he'd seen on his first day.

He couldn't forget her pink hair, nor could he forget the feeling of fascination he'd felt that day.

He'd seen her yesterday. Caught a glimpse of pink hair. He'd started chasing after it, but unfortunately Ignis had stopped him, telling him about a meeting his father would be having. It had taken only a few measly seconds, but those measly seconds had cost him. He lost sight of the pink, and he didn't see it again.

First that incident yesterday, now this call! Ignis, I'm going to fucking kill you, thought Noctis.

Prompto looked concernedly at his friend. Try as Noctis might to hide it, Prompto knew that he had his eyes on a certain girl.

Ever since the first day, Prompto knew.

This must have been hard for Noctis, as he had no choice but to follow his father's orders, lest he screw up his inheritance. His inheritance which equaled to billions of dollars worth of companies and other social media crap.

And Prompto felt guilty that he couldn't help his best friend.

Noctis turned.

"Say…Prompto, would you mind coming with me?"

The blond tilted his head.

"The fucktard…Dad, wants me to meet that Farron girl. He—he wants me to get to know her. And…I just didn't want to go alone."

Prompto was surprised at the sudden display of sensitivity.

"Sure. I'll go. Wanna see what happened with the twins and the girl before we go?" Prompto smiled evilly.

Noctis brightened up. "You're on!"

Half an hour, they were at Noctis' dad's main building.

No matter how many times he had been here, Prompto couldn't help but be amazed. An office building though it may be, it had lovely marble walls. In the main lobby, there was a fountain, and the first floor was more like a mall than a typical office first floor.

Then the elevators were made of glass, so you could see outside as you went zooming up.

The tiles were made with the finest stones, and nearly all the receptionists—hell, nearly all the employees were damn good-looking. The place looked too surreal to be an office.

And Mr. Caelum, Noctis' father, was the CEO and owner of it all.

As they rode up the glass elevator, Noctis was uncharacteristically quiet. Prompto played the part of a sympathetic best friend through and through this time around, and kept quiet as well.

The CEO's son didn't even try to push all the buttons on the elevator—something he always insisted on doing. It was a sign that he was in a really, really bad mood.

When he got to the topmost floor, the fifteenth floor, he saw his father there, smiling.

As if he were mocking him.

Prompto stood on the side as the CEO talked to his son, the latter nodding dejectedly every now and again.

"Alright, son, let me introduce, Miss Farron to you."

A door opened, as if on cue, and an inhumanely beautiful girl stepped out.

Prompto's eyes widened.

Noctis froze.

Shit.

A/N: Yay suspense! But of course you know who the girl is, I presume? Anyway, leave a review! I'll update soon, if I can devour my lazy ass and get myself to type.

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