Sora sat at the back, feeling his eyelids get heavier and heavier.

Damn, why is school such a drag? He thought, begging for the bell to go.

Taking a look at his watch, his heart sank when he realised that there was still an hour of Math to go. But, there was something different about today. The atmosphere was different, and Sora couldn't quite grasp what it was. Perhaps if he had friends, they'd have felt it too, but, being the quiet boy he was, Sora didn't. People thought it bothered him, but in truth, it really didn't. Kids his age were just so...immature. Getting drunk and high every weekend wasn't exactly Sora's idea of having fun. Not that he was invited anyway. It was a silent truce that if Sora stayed away from everyone at school, then they'd stay away from him, which suited Sora fine. Instead, he'd sit alone, writing and reading poetry at lunch, taking walks and seeing foreign films in the cinema alone at the weekends. Okay, if he admitted it, then yes, sometimes he got lonely. But, there was just no one around he could connect with. So, instead of being spoken to, Sora reluctantly heard all of the gossip through overheard whispers.

"Have you seen him!? He's gorgeous, and has this bad boy look about him. And apparently he told Riku to, you know, F-U-C-K himself!"

"Kairi, we're 17, I think it's okay for you to say fuck now, you know..."

So that's what it is, Sora thought, there's some new guy who's got all of the girls creaming themselves. Well, at least he's not joining Riku and his gang of twats...

Okay, so maybe listening to other peoples conversations was a little rude, but Sora was bored. Of school. Of home. Of everything. His life was far too routine for his liking, but, stuck in the little town of Twilight, there wasn't really much he could do about it.

"Oh god, he's here. STOP staring Ollette, he'll think you're a freak!" Kairi said, in whisper that practically echoed the room. Sora looked at the front of class. Sure enough, someone he'd never seen before had walked in, and was talking to the teacher.

WOW.

Okay, yeah, Sora admitted he was hot. And he totally understood what Kairi meant about the bad boy look. Black skinny jeans, a ripped leather jacket, and a tee with a bands name on that Sora didn't recognise. On any other guy, it'd look to emo, but this guy managed to look tough. He looked much different to how Sora thought he would, given Kairi's description. Yeah his clothes gave off this "I'm-too-cool-to care-how-I-dress" look, but actually, Sora would never have expected him to look like this. He had big, cerulean blue eyes and pale, porcelain skin. His blonde hair,which looked as though it had a mind of it's own, formed perfect spikes around his face. And he was small, Sora noticed, around the same height as himself.

"Well Mr. Strife, take a seat. I believe there are two near Sora if you would care to choose which side you sit next to him"

The mysterious new blonde boy looked towards the back, his gaze focusing on Sora. Sora's stomach seemed to be doing back flips, like ten thousand butterflies were floating around his stomach.

Me!? He has to come sit with me!? Oh god, what do I even say? I haven't spoke to someone in school in years!

"Oh, sorry class, this is, erm, I'm sorry, what's your name again?"

"It's Roxas" the boy said, while walking over to where Sora was sitting. Sora shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, more and more of his butterflies turning into bats with every step Roxas took. Roxas took a seat to Sora's left, and sighed slightly. He would have asked Roxas what was wrong, if not for the overpowering scent of...Sora wasn't sure, but it smelled a lot like cigarettes and alcohol.

He's been drinking, when we have school!? I mean...damn, why am I finding that kind of a turn on..no Sora, stop it!

Roxas didn't really seem to do much listening in class, Sora noticed. Actually, all he really seemed to be doing was watch Sora take notes. The class bell rang and Sora darted out as fast as he could. He wasn't sure why, because he'd found boys attractive in the past, and had managed to control himself, but he just couldn't stop staring at Roxas. It seemed strange to him that someone who looked so innocent could give off such a dangerous and tainted vibe. Unsure as to why he was so interested, Sora concluded that it could only because there was something about Roxas that wasn't normal. He'd refused friendship with someone who could guarantee him popularity, and, without really doing much else, had made himself the talk of the school. For Sora, there was something exciting about him, something different.

"Sora!" a voice echoed, causing him to turn around. Roxas came walking up to him, a helmet in his hands,

"Uh, h-hi Roxas, what's up?"

"Do you want to go for a ride?" he asked, handing the helmet to Sora, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack, "I mean, school sucks, and I don't know my way around here..."

Did Roxas, the kid who everyone wants to know, just ask ME to go for a ride!?

"Uh, yeah, sure!" he replied, not really knowing what hell was going on. It was certainly strange. Sora had never just walked out of school early before, but because Roxas had asked him, it seemed like the perfect idea.

Sneaking out, Roxas led Sora to his motorbike. For hours they drove through fields and country roads, Sora loving the feel of the wind hitting his body. Admittedly, he was terrified, but, holding onto to Roxas' hips, he'd never felt so safe. Eventually they stopped for gas, Sora watching Roxas fill up his bike, as he sat down, trying to stop himself from feeling so dizzy.

What am I doing!? I've NEVER skipped school before...mom is going to KILL me. But...why don't I care? This feels so weird, so free!

"What're you thinking about?" Roxas asked, sitting by Sora, and taking a cigarette out.

"You know, I've never skipped school before? All my life I never got why people did it, but now I do. I feel so free. So alive. I know it's only skipping school, but, this is the worst thing I've ever done, and it just feels...great!"

"If you've never skipped school before, then why did you come with me?"

"I really don't know. There's something different about you Roxas, something exciting. Riding on the back of your motorcycle is the most wild thing I've ever done, and it felt amazing. I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself, and doing nothing. I haven't felt truly alive until today. Until I met you. It's like you've finally shown me what it's like to actually live! Why did you ask me to come with you, anyway?"

"Because everyone told me not to. Because I used to be like you. I used to sit at home and read and study, and you know what? It sucked. I know exactly how you feel Sora because I've been there. No friends, no life. I've felt the boredom, and it itches. God it itches like crazy, and then finally, I learnt to scratch it. You just have to go a little wild sometimes. Get on, let me show you."

Sora hung on to every word Roxas spoke. It was like they were the same person, like Roxas could see into the desires of Sora's mind, and see things that even Sora didn't know were there. Getting back onto the bike, Roxas warned Sora that what they were about to do would be pretty scary.

"Close your eyes." he told him, before kicking his bike into gear and speeding off.

Sora couldn't see a thing, but he was sure of one thing. They were going fast. Very fast. The air around them was getting hard to breathe, shooting past them like a tornado. He gripped tightened around Roxas' stomach, and for the first time Sora noticed just how toned he was. He could feel Roxas' six pack underneath his clothes, and longed to touch his skin.

"OPEN YOUR EYES!" Roxas shouted, which Sora did. He gasped as he saw how fast they really were going. The scene around them was a blur of colours and lights, making it unable to make out any shapes around them. Laughing wildly, Sora let go off Roxas' sculptured body and spread his arms wide, knowing that at any minute he could fall. But, for some reason, he wasn't scared. Actually, he'd never felt so safe in his life. He trusted Roxas. He trusted this mysterious blonde boy with his life, and he had no idea why.

Eventually they stopped, Roxas having another cigarette. This time, he offered one to Sora, who hesitantly took it, desperate to experience more of the life Roxas lived.

"We could of crashed then, you know?" Roxas said. He was curious about the brunette he'd just ridden with. Why didn't he have any friends? Why was he so interested in him? How was it possible that someone so beautiful could be so melancholic?

"I know," Sora answered, "but I trust you." Taking in some of the smoke from his lit cigarette, he spluttered, coughing loudly.

Roxas giggled. "It's cute how innocent you are. I'm going to have fun corrupting you."

Facing Roxas, Sora finally felt excited about his life.

Hey guys! Wow, I haven't written in a really long time, and I've got to admit, that was SOOO much fun! Read and review pleeeease! I've got SO many ideas running through my head about this story right now, but I need to know if you all like it or not!