A/N: Edit: Yep, I edited it, as I was unhappy about the ending.
It's story time! Here, have a bunch of boring disclaimers and warnings...
Disclaimer (Read by Xigbar): You think she owns it? As if! Vithian owns nothing, not the characters, not the references (which are way too obvious) only the storyline. So get off my back!
Warnings: This is slash, yaoi, shonen-ai, whatever you call it. If you have constructive criticism, great! If you simply hate this story because it's got yaoi in it, go away! I have warned you...
-----------------------------------------------------Demyx strode casually down the path, his arm slung casually over his younger brother. His brother shot him a glare that could kill a puppy, which went completely unnoticed by the older blond.
'What do you expect when he's listening to his music?' His brother scolded himself for even thinking that Demyx would have his attention anywhere but on his music. Reaching up, the smaller blond lifted on headphone off the side of his brother's head.
"Earth to Demyx!" The younger blond all but yelled in his brother's ear. Demyx jumped, tripped, and landed face first on the concrete.
"Jesus Roxas! Why did you do that?" Demyx whined, picking himself up off the ground. Roxas scoffed, knowing his brother wasn't hurt or even mad. "Do I still look alright?" The taller blond asked, nervousness bringing the pitch of his voice up. Roxas rolled his eyes; his brother was way too caught up on appearances.
"You look fine." Roxas looked him up and down, knowing that if a tear had appeared in his brother's favourite pair of skinny jeans, he would freak out. Well, another tear. But only one of the three tears was Roxas' fault!
Demyx dusted his piano key t-shirt off, pulled his black jacket back up, and made sure his mullet-Mohawk thing was still standing.
"I don't know why you keep your hair that way." Roxas stated, knowing they had been over this before.
"Because it's a fashion statement!" His brother argued, a defiant look in his eyes. Roxas knew that his brother was too nice for his own good, but if you tried to fight him, you wouldn't get an easy win.
"Come on, wouldn't do to be late to school on the first day back!" Roxas turned around and started walking again.
"Hey, wait up!" Demyx sprinted after his shorter, more down to earth brother, his shoulder bag slapping against his side annoyingly. Roxas turned a corner, disappearing from the taller blonds' view. Demyx followed shortly after, before stopping in his tracks. He was right outside the school's gates, and he couldn't see Roxas anywhere.
'Crap... Okay, what was Roxas wearing?' Demyx forced himself to remember. Memory wasn't his strong point though, so the picture came slowly, kicking and screaming all the way. 'Okay, his hair was swept to the side like usual... He was wearing black skinny jeans, no tears unlike mine... check jacket with white t-shirt?' Demyx didn't know if that was what the blond had been wearing or if it was just an image conjured out of his head.
Sighing, Demyx shuffled dejectedly through the school gates. He didn't really have any friends here now. His best, and only, friend, Xigbar, had moved at the end of last year and they hadn't seen each other since. They talked online all the time, but it just wasn't the same.
Roxas had his own set of friends, and while everyone guessed Demyx to be the social one, neither brother was really social. Roxas did have more friends than his taller counterpart, though that was more through chance that actually wanting a group of friends.
The shorter blond was a year younger that Demyx, and had a grand total of three friends. Demyx had met them, and they seemed alright. Well, two of them did. The mulleted blond didn't like Hayner, or the way he was so protective of Roxas. That was Demyx's job, to protect his baby brother from anything that could hurt him.
Arriving at his locker, Demyx pulled out the books he would need for the first three periods of the day. English, Biology and Music. Inwardly, Demyx groaned, scowling at the piece of paper as if it could change what classes he had. Music was his favourite subject, but English and Biology were two he could do without.
Making sure he had the right room, Demyx opened the door to English. Checking his watch, he realised he was ten minutes early. Sighing at this new record of being early, he took a seat in the back corner. When Xigbar was here, he and Demyx were always late, always doing something more interesting than coming to class. Still reminiscing, the skinny blond didn't even notice the door opening and a small teenager entering. When said teenager accidently dropped his extremely thick book though, Demyx's head snapped up so fast he thought it would snap.
Demyx stared at the small, slate haired youth who was blushing furiously. The youth had his hair pushed over the right side of his face, and the one cobalt one that Demyx could see had a calculating look in it, almost as if he was trying to analyse the interesting blond hidden away in the corner. Demyx went back to staring off into space and listening to the music blasting at much too loud a volume from his headphones.
Feeling eyes on him, Demyx turned around, noticing that the slate haired individual was still looking at him with that calculating look. Feeling self conscience, Demyx looked away. He hated being the centre of attention, hated having all those eyes judging him. It was one reason he and Xigbar were such great friends, Xigbar never judged him. Xigbar was always there for him, well, at least he used to be.
A wave of sadness washed over him. Pulling his phone out, the blond sent a quick text to his black haired friend.
What ya up to? Demyx typed out on the all too familiar keypad of the phone.
Nm, schools boring as hell! What about you? The reply came, his phone letting off a dull buzz as it vibrated.
Class bout to begin. English first, stab me now! Demyx quickly typed back before letting the phone rest on the desk, bringing his face down to eye level with it. The second it started to vibrate, he snatched it up eagerly.
Im in maths. Got some freak with dreads and sideburns for a teacher. Hates me already. Demyx couldn't help but snicker. Just like Xigbar to make enemies with his teachers on his very first day.
What did you say to him?
Nothing! Just that he should hurry up and get over his mid life crisis... At this, Demyx let his head hit the desk, unable to stop the laughter. Unbeknownst to him, the short, slate haired teen lifted his eyes from his book and gazed questionably at the blond on the other side of the room. Suddenly, an annoying high pitched ringing filled the class room, signifying that class was starting.
Damn, class is starting! Demyx replied, knowing that he would keep talking to Xigbar even though class was going.
And? The short reply had Demyx snickering, earning him several weird looks from students who had just entered. Demyx was about to reply when their teacher walked in. He was tall, extremely tall. He was also bulky, and he looked like he could take down a rhino. His brown hair was gelled back and his piercing blue eyes gazed stonily over the students who had arrived. Most of the class had arrived by now, and Demyx felt sorry for anyone not yet here.
"Hello, I am Mr Lexeaus. I shall be your English teacher." Mr Lexeaus barely spoke above a whisper, but his baritone echoed around the now silent room. Demyx quickly shoved his phone under the desk, hoping against hope that Xigbar wouldn't send him a message now. Holding the power button down, Demyx shut the phone off.
Everyone's attention was now diverted to the door, which had just been flung open by a dishevelled looking brunette. The brunette offered a sheepish smile to the intimidating teacher, the smile withering as Mr Lexeaus' glare didn't soften.
"Just, take your seat." He simply uttered, his voice carrying easily around the silent room, no-one brave enough to break the silence. The brunette glanced around and took the only empty seat, next to Demyx.
Rolling his eyes, Demyx moved his stuff off the desk next to him and onto the floor. 'Great! The kid's probably some kind of teacher's pet who'll rat me out for using my phone...' Demyx glanced over at the now seated brunette, who was looking around the room as if searching for something. When the brunette noticed the dirty blonds' stare, he simply turned around and gave the mulleted boy a smile that was full of happiness.
"Hi, I'm Sora!" The brunette almost yelled it out, getting a little too excited. Demyx raised an eyebrow, sliding his phone back into his pocket, deciding that Xigbar would understand if he explained later.
"Demyx." The dirty blond snapped, feeling uncomfortable with Sora. 'What are you doing? You have no friends now! You should be ecstatic that someone is trying to make friends with you!' But something about Sora through Demyx off, which was strange since the brunette seemed like someone he could connect with. Shaking his head, Demyx pulled out a pen and began to draw all over his new English book. Mr Lexeaus was writing something on the board about the proper structure of an essay, or something. Demyx didn't pay attention, continuing his drawing of shapes. He always started this way, waiting for the lines and squiggles to take shapes. Eventually, it turned out kind of like dancing water droplets.
"Wow, that's really good!" Sora exclaimed loudly next to the taller teen's ear. Demyx winced at Sora's over excited tone and volume.
"Hm." The blond merely hummed, whilst mentally slapping himself. 'Don't push him away!' He couldn't help it. The kid was nice, but Demyx felt an instant dislike for him.
-----------------------------------------------------Roxas entered his first period class, Science. The vertically challenged blond felt guilty for leaving Demyx alone, but he hadn't meant too. He couldn't find his older brother before the bell rang, so he'd just have to apologise at lunch.
"Ah, a late comer!" Roxas heard a calm voice state, wondering how the teacher had heard him. Opening the door, Roxas found every pair of eyes staring at him intently. Feeling very self-conscious, Roxas managed to stutter an excuse.
"S-Sorry Sir!" Roxas didn't let any emotion play across his features, but inside he was stabbing himself for stuttering. The teacher seemed uninterested, waved Roxas in, and continued with what he was saying. The only seat left was at the back of the classroom.
Roxas sat down, glancing at the teen sitting next to him. Said teen had vibrant red hair, and was a good head taller than Roxas. He was currently listening to some music, the headphones over his ears a good indicator. And the fact that the blond could hear the music from where he was sitting. The teen suddenly seemed to notice Roxas, his eyes flying open and glaring at the short blond. Roxas shrunk into his seat at the emerald gaze he was getting. The green eyes were so... Roxas' brain stopped working there, all his thoughts crammed into one another.
"What?" The teen hissed, his gaze never letting up. Roxas' brain started to work again, and he realised that the red head was talking to him.
"N-Nothing!" He squawked, flinching at the scoff the red head gave him. The taller teen went back to his music, leaving Roxas to sit and brood. The intensity of the other's glare had left him stunned. The look of anger, of pure hatred. Roxas didn't understand what had happened that had provoked the red head to believe that the short blond had met him before, let alone hurt him.
Deciding that the work wouldn't get done if he sat in a vegetable like state, Roxas picked up a pencil and began to write out the stuff their teacher had written on the board. With a quick glance, Roxas looked at the teacher's name written out in the top right-hand corner of the black board. 'Mr Saix Villi... That's an interesting name, I guess.' However, one look at Mr Villi and you knew the name suited his... interesting character. He had long blue hair, pulled back from his face. His amber eyes gazed calmly over the students, stopping for a few seconds to study each student. Maybe the strangest thing was the X shaped scar over the bridge of his nose. Some of the more obnoxious teens were staring, obviously at the scar, until Mr Villi glared at them with savage eyes.
"Now, everyone get out your textbooks and turn to Page 274." The room was filled with the sounds of rustling paper as Mr Villi calmly uttered those words. Roxas pulled his textbook out from his bag, flipped to Page 274, and began to work on the questions. Working his way methodically through the many questions, the short blond didn't even notice the angry, green eyes staring at him intently the whole time.
Demyx was about ready to stab something by the time English was over. The short, over enthusiastic brunette who had decided to befriend Demyx would not shut up, no matter how many times Demyx told him to. What was worse, now Demyx had a detention because he was apparently talking in class. The only one talking was Sora. Demyx was innocently bashing his head against the desk.
Walking to Biology, the dirty blond considered what he would do at lunch. 'The music room?' Demyx had always been allowed to go there, he and Xigbar would hang out there sometimes and practice. Demyx played several instruments, well, more like a lot, whilst Xigbar only knew guitar. Pondering these thoughts, Demyx pushed the door to Biology open, and saw that he was the last one there.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A voice emanated from the front of the class room. Demyx smiled sheepishly at the tall, tan man. His silver hair was gelled back, and his golden eyes glared emotionlessly at the late blond.
"Ughh... Sorry Sir!" Demyx squeaked. He couldn't help it. He was a coward by nature.
"I shall be lenient as this is the first day of school, but next time..." The teacher left the threat unspoken. Demyx shuffled into the classroom and tried to find a seat. The only one left was up the back, next to some emo kid. The kid didn't even glance up from his book as Demyx sat down. Thinking back, the dirty blond realised that the kid was in his English class too.
Sighing, Demyx wished he was braver, more social. He wanted to talk to the short emo looking kid. His slate coloured hair hung over his right eye, and the other cobalt eye was reading the book, oblivious to the world around it.
"Yes?" An irritated voice asked, snapping the blond out of his stupor.
"Hm, what?" Mentally slapping himself, Demyx found himself looking into the deep blue eyes of the teen sitting next to him.
"You were staring." He said bluntly, returning to his book.
"I was?" 'Great! Why don't you say something to make more of an idiot of yourself!'
The slate haired kid sighed and tried his hardest to ignore the stare Demyx was still giving him. It looked like the tall blond didn't even know he was doing it. It made him uncomfortable, but in a different way than the way he felt when others were staring.
"You still are." The kid didn't even look at him, just replied in that emotionless voice of his.
"I'm sorry." Demyx was blushing now, extremely embarrassed. He felt like banging his head on the desk, but that wouldn't help him appear saner. "So, umm... what's your name?" 'There was no way you couldn't have sounded stupider when saying that...'
The teen simply looked up from his book and gave Demyx a disbelieving look with his one cobalt eye. Sighing, the teen reluctantly admitted.
"It's Zexion."
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Science. Was. Hell. Roxas had suffered fifty minutes of pure torture, the repetitive questions, the teacher blowing up at the smallest of things and that damn red head that had stared at him the entire lesson! Second period was no better, Health was probably the most boring subject in existence!
Roxas stopped, realising he had been sending the death glare to anyone who so much as looked at him. Taking a deep breath, Roxas calmed himself down, and continued making his way to Art.
"Roxas!" A voice yelled out from down the hall. Said blond turned around, looking for whoever had called his name. Spotting Olette and Pence, Roxas smiled and gave them a small wave. Olette practically bounced up to him, whilst Pence was a little less enthusiastic.
"Hey there Roxas!" Pence remarked, waving slightly.
"Hey Olette, Pence!" Roxas started walking again, Olette and Pence falling into step beside him. "You've got IT now, right Pence?"
"Yep! I can't believe you didn't do it with me, I could've helped you and we could've down all our projects together..." Pence started to ramble. Roxas cut him off before he could continue.
"Pence, even if you tutored me for the next twenty years, I still wouldn't be even average! And if we did our projects together, you would end up doing all the work." Roxas argued. Pence didn't really believe for one second that there was any hope of Roxas doing IT, but he liked to dream.
"You could've done Extensive English with me?" Olette offered, her hands accentuating the question. "I know you like all those formal speeches."
"Maybe, but I just find Art relaxing." Roxas stopped walking, having arrived at his classroom. "Anyways, I'll see you guys at lunch?"
"Sure Roxas!" Pence called out as he walked away. Roxas pulled the door to Art open and waltzed in. Art was his favourite subject. Sure, he wasn't the best, but he could forget his troubles, draw his frustration out.
"Ah, Roxas! How good to see you've taken Art again!" Luxord, his Art teacher strode up to him. He didn't believe in the whole teachers must be addressed by their last name philosophy, so to everyone he was just Luxord. He had short, cropped blond hair and dark blue eyes. His ear had multiple piercings, and the few times he had been seen in a t-shirt revealed his arms to be covered in tattoos.
"Did you really think I wouldn't come back?" Roxas joked, as he took his seat next to Marluxia. Marluxia gave a friendly wave, his pink hair bouncing as he turned his head back to the drawing. "Don't tell me you're drawing him again!" Roxas exclaimed, taking a glance at the detailed lead drawing.
"I can't help it. I tell myself not to, but every time I look at him, I unconsciously start sketching again!" The taller boy sighed. Roxas took another glance, taking in all the detail. It really was an amazing drawing. The boy was standing in the centre of a whirlpool, but not a conventional whirlpool. This one was made of ice. It whipped around him, throwing his long hair in every direction, his eyes were calmly gazing at an object in the distance.
"His hair's out." Roxas stated. He had seen the teen around school, and his hair had always been in a loose ponytail.
"Yeah, I kind of guessed the actual length and how it would look out. I'm still not happy with it."
"You're never happy with drawings of him."
"I know. I can never capture his perfection!" Marluxia wailed, getting frustrated.
"Why don't you just ask him out?" Roxas suggested. 'Maybe he's finally getting it...' Marluxia simply looked at him with a disbelieving gaze, panic flooding through his eyes. 'Maybe not...'
"Are you kidding? He'll just stare at me, like I'm some freak! He wouldn't, no, he couldn't like me! His parents are the biggest bible bashers of all time! They probably raised him to believe all gays are monsters!" By the end of his rant, Marluxia was panting, fear the only emotion in his blue eyes.
"Calm down! He won't stare at you, he could like you, not all Catholics are bible bashers, they probably didn't even think of raising him to hate gays, and maybe if you talked to him, then you wouldn't have to do all this wondering!" Roxas tried to contradict all the things his pink haired friend had said. Marluxia seemingly calmed down, returning to his drawing. Roxas sighed. Marluxia had liked the same person for years now, ever since they met. But he was too scared to say something, knowing he would be unable to bear the hatred in his crushes green eyes. Roxas had been pushing Marluxia to do something, to ask him out. But Marluxia just couldn't. He couldn't even talk to the boy. He just admired him from a distance.
Marluxia has been scared of what people would think if he came out of the closet. The only person at the school who knew was Roxas. This was because Roxas figured it out, not because Marluxia told him. Twilight Town High was the kind of small town school, where everybody's parents knew everyone else's parents, where your business was everyone's business. It was a nice enough town, but Roxas just found it suffocating. It also meant that people could be incredibly close minded, and you never knew how someone would react when they hadn't been exposed to something like it before.
"Students! We have to start sometime today!" Luxord called out, his British accent echoing around the room. "Now, we are going to start this year off with a bang! I have a project for each of you-" Luxord was cut off by the load groans of his thirty odd students. With a smirk, he continued. "Now, now students. It's not that big of a deal. It is using whatever medium you want, and this is a themed project. Each of you will receive a theme, and you must design something to fit the theme. I'll draw the names out of a hat, then the themes out of another. No changing, and I'll record what theme you get as I pull it out, so I'll know if you swapped with someone."
Luxord pulled out two hats, both identical except for one feature: One had 'Names' written on a piece of paper stuck to the hat, whilst the other had 'Themes'.
"Okay, first name out of the hat... Rikku!" A squeal was heard from the over enthusiastic girl as her name was called. "And your theme is... Colour!" Cue another squeal.
This went on for quite some time, reading each name out, telling them their theme, and pulling another name out. Around the middle, Marluxia got called.
"Okay... Marluxia! And your theme is... Seasons!" Marluxia had lifted his pink head at the sound of his name, but let it drop after hearing his theme, his pencil moving fluently over the page, adding lines and shading to his drawing.
"Next, we have... Lawliet! Your theme is... Logic!"
"Matt! And your theme is... Loyalty!"
"Up next... Near! Your theme is... Puzzles!"
And so it continued. Roxas tuned out the many names, knowing he would instinctively start to listen when his name was uttered.
"Roxas! Your theme is... First Love!" Roxas' jaw almost hit the desk. There was so little leeway with a theme like that. Shaking his head, he glanced up at Luxord, his teacher had a smirk plastered on his face. Roxas scowled. Luxord probably gave him the worst theme on purpose.
"Mello! Your theme is... Competition!"
"And lastly... Axel! Your theme is... Talent! That's it, you may start planning this period. You will be presenting to the class, no information necessary, just whatever you hand in. The best ones will be nominated for the annual art show! You have five weeks to complete it. Anything overdue will not be accepted, you will simply receive a zero. Get started!" Luxord commanded, the class snapping into action. In a few seconds, all that could be heard was the sound of pencil on paper as diligent students planned out their artworks.
Roxas gazed at his art book, as if it was at fault. He couldn't think of anything for this theme, it was too narrow. Mindlessly, the short blond grabbed a pencil and began sketching a heart. It wasn't going to be anywhere near standard for what Luxord wanted, but it might help overcome his creative block.
Faintly, the bell could be heard ringing. It wasn't heard in the Art block.
Music was Demyx's all time favourite subject. He had spent the period in the soundproof practice room, playing his sitar and singing along where no one could hear him. Xigbar had always told him he was a great singer, that if he really wanted to he could be famous. Demyx would always laugh at these comments. Singers were confident, singers loved the attention. Demyx couldn't even do his class speech. The second those eyes fell on him, he froze, unable to move, barely breathing.
Shaking his head, Demyx made his way to the cafeteria. He pushed the doors open silently, making his way to the bench at the back of the hall. This was his area, always had been, always will be. When Xigbar was here, it became his area too. But now it was just Demyx's.
Sitting down, Demyx pulled his lunch out from his bag. He never bought anything. Too much effort for too little a reward. Opening the brown bag containing his lunch, Demyx squealed when he saw his brother had packed him a wrap. Wraps were his favourite lunch time meal. Smiling to himself, the mulleted blond didn't even notice the tall, ponytailed youth that was approaching him.
This youth was glancing around nervously, eyes resting on certain people, but never looking them in the eye. The youth's long blond hair was restrained in a ponytail that trailed down his back, and his green eyes held a certain amount of confidence, yet it was overshadowed by the nervousness. The youth usually sat by himself, outside, but that area had been declared out of bounds, and the youth always followed the rules. Always.
"Umm... Can I sit here?" Scolding his pleading tone, the gangly youth forced himself to look into the other blonds' eyes. The other was eating a wrap, yet had paused, half way through a bite.
Demyx slowly nodded. Even though he hated people he didn't know asking if they could sit with them, he always let them. They never came back anyway. The youth sat down, obviously uncomfortable. Demyx decided to make it a little easier for him. Swallowing his food, Demyx said the first thing that popped into his mind.
"What's your name?"
"V-Vexen." The ponytailed blond stuttered, as he pulled a note book from his bag, as well as a pencil. The book was thick, yet it wasn't a school book. Vexen flipped through the pages to around the middle and instantly began scribbling something. Curious, Demyx asked him what he was doing.
"I'm, ah, writing down my scientific results." Demyx's eyes narrowed at this. 'Did he come and sit here just to do a test?' Sighing, he realised it was the most likely answer, and that his thoughts of having some form of friend had been dashed before they even started to take form.
"You see, I performed an experiment on whether iodine was more reactive in hotter or cooler climates, and I'm simply recording my thoughts on it." Vexen continued, unaware that he had just given his dirty blond haired companion reason to relax. Smiling, he took a bite of his wrap, realizing that Vexen had no lunch. Reaching into his shoulder bag, Demyx pulled out a mandarin and rolled it over the bench to Vexen.
"You must be hungry. Take it, I'll only end up giving it to my brother anyway." Demyx shrugged and resumed eating whilst Vexen stared at the fruit, as if it was possessed by a demon. After blinking a few times, he picked it up and raised his dark green eyes to meet Demyx's deep blue ones.
"Thank you." He whispered and started to pull the skin off the fruit. Demyx wasn't even sure if he heard him. But he didn't have time to wonder as the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. Vexen waved goodbye to Demyx and wandered off down a corridor.
'I wonder how Roxas spent his lunch...'
-----------------------------------------------------'Love... love... what can I do for love?' And not just any love, it has to be First Love...' Massaging his temples in frustration, Roxas let his pencil slide from his fingers. Taking a glance at Marluxia, Roxas felt even worse, seeing as how his pink haired friend was drawing franticly, as if the idea would leave him if he stopped drawing. 'Or maybe he's still drawing Vexen... Yeah, that makes a lot more sense.'
"Class... Did you know that the bell rang twenty minutes ago?" Luxord remarked, still fingering through his magazine, ignoring the outraged cries of those who wanted to go to lunch. "If you weren't so concentrated on your work you would have heard the bell. I didn't want to drag my devoted students from their beloved work!" Sarcasm dripped from every word, and he only got more enraged cries of "You could've told us!"
Roxas grabbed his things, waved goodbye to Marluxia, and made his way to the cafeteria. He didn't mind missing half of his lunch, he just hoped his friends understood. 'Of course they would! They're your friends, they know that you didn't mean to miss half of the only lunch we have together.' It sounded weak, even in his head. Something had pushed Roxas and his friends apart.
"Um, hey guys?" Roxas rubbed the back of his neck as he approached the table, three pairs of eyes wandering over to him, one pair glaring at him.
"Where were you?" Hayner demanded, standing up. Olette simply looked down at the table sighing. There was no stopping Hayner when he was like this.
"I got held up in Art." The blond replied simply, ignoring his stomach's outcry for food.
"It's always something! Last week you said you couldn't come because you had to study for a History test, and the week before, your English teacher kept you in! I'm sick of it, don't bother coming anymore." And with that, Hayner grabbed his stuff and stormed off, Olette and Pence in tow.
Sitting down, Roxas mindlessly began to eat, unaware he had even gotten his lunch out.
He always found a way to screw up.
-----------------------------------------------------Okay, I'm gonna stop it there!
How was it? It kinda dragged on but I shall fix that! To anyone that reads, do you want longer chapters, or quicker updates? That and I have never actually written a short chapter before, so keep that in mind! Was everyone IC? I hope so...
One more question! Should I stick to one POV, or switch like I did? I prefer switching, but it's your call.
Until next time...
~Vithian