The alarm clock blared in the teen's small dark bedroom. The dresser was purposely moved in front of the window so no light shown through; and the light bulbs were tossed in the trash.
A pale hand slowly comes out from the tangled bed sheets and smacks the snooze button on the clock. It's 6:05 and the alarm clock whines again then the teen's hand comes out from the sheets. His hand grabs the cord and pulls the plug out of the wall.
"Zexion!" A call front outside of his bedroom door is wailed at him. He ignores the call of his step mother and hopes her annoying voice gets shot back at her like a boomerang. A knotted mess of dark blue hair rests in front of Zexion's eyes. He struggles to open his eyes on the hazy Monday morning.
He slowly rises from out of the warm covers and sits on the side of the bed with his feet resting on the white carpet. Zexion rubs his eyes with his palms and he combs his fingers through his luminous hair.
His posture is slumped over as he tries not to fall back asleep. He gets up off of the bed and stands in the middle of his messy room wearing black and white checkered boxers and small black socks.
"Hmm." Zexion says and he decides to slip on a pair of dark wrinkled jeans that was in a clump under his red electric guitar. As he buttons and zips the jeans, his hair comes in front of his face like a curtain of midnight sky.
His pale bare chest moves as he lets out a silent yawn. 'Shoes...' Zexion thinks. He puts on a brown converse shoe and a black converse shoe. Both of the shoes have black and white checkered laces but they weren't the same shoe color. Zexion didn't notice and he laced them up.
The glow of his cell phone in the corner of his dim bedroom catches his eye. He shuffles with putting on his studded black belt through the loops on his jeans with one hand and he picks up his cell phone with the other hand.
The text message is from Demyx. He clicks a button and it opens the message. 'Hey' From Demyx. "How original." Zexion says sarcastically and he just stares at the screen.
He presses reply then has second thoughts. He presses the back button and it goes back to the text message. The bright screen makes his sleepy eyes squint. Zexion deletes the message and puts the phone in his pocket. He wipes off some bed sheet lint from his abs.
There's a quiet knock at his bedroom door and a sweet and sour voice says, "Hurry up." Zexion rolls his eyes and his ears block out the chipmunk voice of his step mother.
He searches for a shirt in his open dresser drawer. Zexion pulls out a black t-shirt with a small white star on the right side of it. 'Whatever.' Zexion thinks and he pulls the shirt over his head and smoothes out all the wrinkles as it comes over his chest.
Zexion grabs his backpack off of his doorknob and opens the door. His step mom was just about to knock on the door and she knocks on his head. Zexion stares at her blankly and she says, "It's 7:30. You can't keep sleeping in like this! Hurry up and get your fanny to school. I'm not letting you drive the car. Why are you not wearing your school uniform?!"
Zexion tunes out the nagging as he places white headphones in his ears. He turns up the volume on his iPod. He tosses his black backpack on the kitchen counter and scrolls through his iPod.
He watches his step mom's mouth move at the speed of light and he puts a strawberry poptart in the toaster. 'She's getting fat.' Zexion thinks. The poptart pops out of the toaster and Zexion grabs his black jacket and a blue silk tie. He ties the blue tie and checks his breath. 'Oh wow.' Zexion thinks and he spots a restaurant mint on the counter and puts it in his pocket.
He puts the hot poptart in his mouth and ignores as it singes his tongue. Zexion puts his arms through the sleeves and doesn't bother to zip the metal zipper up. 'One day it's raining and the next day it's burning. Stupid March weather.' Zexion thinks with his semi awake mind.
Zexion slings the backpack strap on his left shoulder and exits the apartment with a salute at his step mother. The door slams shut behind him and he makes his way to the elevator with the pink strawberry poptart in his mouth. He pushes the elevator button with his brown converse shoe. The elevator moves up to his floor at the speed of a dying snail.
The doors open and Zexion steps in the old elevator. 'Smells like mold and old people.' Zexion thinks. He presses the button for the ground floor and it glows as orange as a pumpkin. The elevator stutters a little then moves down floor by floor.
It stops at the third floor. 'Bitch.' Zexion thinks. 'It's as ancient as my step mother's mustache.' He presses the ground floor button vigorously and the elevator doors open.
A blonde teen with glossy blue eyes stares at Zexion. "Hi." The teen says. "Hey." Zexion says. "Ground floor?" He asks Zexion. "Yupp." Zexion says and he leans against the elevator's dangerous old wall. The doors close with a high pitched shriek and the teen adjusts his large bag on his shoulder. 'Smells like chlorine.' Zexion thinks.
The blonde stares at the doors and doesn't make eye contact with Zexion. Zexion eats the rest of the poptart and the boy turns to him. "You don't talk much do you?" He asks Zexion. Zexion shakes his head no and he swallows the last of the poptart.
"Strawberry?" The blonde asks; his skin is as smooth as an angel's. "Excuse me?" Zexion asks. "The poptart. It's strawberry isn't it." The blonde says with a smile. "Yeah...what's in your bag?" Zexion asks. "This is my bookbag." The blonde replies with a faint smile that makes Zexion's heart skip a beat.
"No the other one." Zexion says and he swiftly points at the large athletic bag. "I'm on the swim team." He tells Zexion with a cheerful look. Zexion mouths 'oh' and stares at the elevator doors. 'Time goes slow when you are counting the minutes.' Zexion thinks to himself. The doors open and the blonde steps out and walks out of the apartment buildings. Zexion follows him and the blonde turns around.
"You aren't going to follow me, are you?" The blonde asks as Zexion puts the restaurant mint in his mouth. Zexion looks at him with a curious expression. "I'm just joking." The blonde says with a teasing voice. His blue eyes sparkle; they could light up the entire town.
The sun peaks over the hills and Zexion turns his back to it. "Where you heading?" He asks the blonde. "Twilight Town High School." The blonde says as he adjusts the strap on his bag. "Me too." Zexion says and he flips his shady hair out of his eyes. "Oh." The blonde says awkwardly. "What?" Zexion asks. "Nevermind." The blonde says and he looks down at his black converse as he walks.
They walk together down the sidewalk and Zexion breaks the silence. "What's your name? Mine is Zexion." Zexion says. "My name is Roxas. Nice to meet you." The blonde says and he holds out his hand. Zexion looks at his hand and holds on to it.
Roxas blushes a crimson red and his blue eyes become really big. "Oh sorry." Zexion says when he realizes he is suppose to shake Roxas's hand instead of holding it. Zexion let's go and puts his hands in his pockets and hides them as if he has a rare disease. Roxas laughs a little and says, "It's ok..."
When they cross the street to the school the late bell rings. A man in a green suits calls out, "Hey you kids! Get to class!" Roxas bites his lip and he runs off. "Bye Zexion!" Roxas calls out.
"Bye." Zexion calls back as he watches the boy run off. "Bye." Zexion says quietly to himself. "Roxas." Zexion says under his breath as the last glimpse of Roxas turns the corner. His eyes don't blink as he stares off into the distance.
Zexion feels a hand on his right shoulder. "C'mon skinny." Axel says and Demyx laughs. Zexion follows them then stops and turns his head to have one last look down the hallway. 'Roxas.' Zexion thinks to himself. He turns back and catches up with Axel and Demyx.