There was something wrong with this. This wasn't how it was suppose to be. Ven was going to curl up in his big sweater and listen to his teacher's first day of school speech. Not avoiding eye contact with the guy in front of him. A guy that had spiky hair that reminded him of knives. Pointy, dark black knives. Maybe if he sunk his head deep enough into his sweater he'd go away...

"-do you?"

Ven blinked. He finally looked at the person in front of him.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said, 'you don't even know what we're doing, do you?'" The guy's voice was smooth. Smooth and deep. Maybe even soothing. "No...well, kind of," Ven shuffled his feet, "We're suppose to interview each other, right?" "Yeah. Anyway, my name is Vanitas." The guy, now known as Vanitas, handed Ven a paper. Ven quickly looked at it before finding a box with 'partner's name' in it. He wrote 'Vanitas' and put his pencil down. It was his turn.

"My name is Ventus. Call me Ven." He immediately felt uncomfortable. Vanitas was now looking him over. Ven pretended like he didn't notice. He looked away and focused on a poster to his left. 'Remember, always try to make new friends!' it read. Yeah, sure. If he could actually talk to someone without feeling awkward and out of place he would. Ven turned his attention back on his partner. Vanitas was writing stuff down. Lots of stuff.

"Sooooo...what are your hobbies?" He asked.

Ven shuffled his feet again. "Ummm...reading. I like taking pictures-"

"Well duh. This is a photography class." Oh. So now he was rude. This is exactly why Ven stayed in his room. "I want the good stuff," Vanitas leaned a little forward, putting his hands underneath his chin for support, "The kind of things you don't tell anyone." It made him want to lean back away from him.

"Well, if I don't tell anyone, what makes you think I'll tell you?" Hadn't he just met this guy? Why did he need to tell him his secrets? It wasn't like he had any; he didn't do anything that needed to be kept secret. "Just tell me something good." Ven pretended not to be bothered by the way he said good. Like he was taunting him or something.

"Ummm. No?" He was starting to feel nervous. Why was Vanitas pushing him to answer this? Ven knew it was only for the paper, but who cared? It was the first day of his senior year and he wanted to get through it as fast as possible.

Then Vanitas smirked. A little sharp canine tooth slipped out the corner of his mouth. It reminded Ven of a vampire. That made him even more nervous. "Good. You're sassy. Sassy...and maybe an introvert." He wrote on the paper. After he was done, he smiled. "What else should I write?" Maybe that I don't like you, Ven thought. Instead, he shook his head. "I need to write stuff about you." Ven picked up his pencil.

"What do you like?"

"I like music." Well wasn't this a great start.

"What kind?" Ven tapped his pencil against the desk. A bad habit of his.

"Anything except country." Vanitas leaned against his chair and pulled out his phone. Ven rolled his eyes. He just wanted to leave already. Be done with Vanitas and his knife hair and his dimples.

The teacher finally realized the time and looked up from her book. "Everyone, finish up whatever you're writing and turn in your papers." Ven softly pushed the paper across the desk. He didn't want to get up. Vanitas picked up the paper and went to the teacher. The bell rang. Ven was the first one out the door. Day one, and many, many more to go.

The next few months blended in together. The thought of seeing his books when he got home kept Ven going. When he wasn't reading, he would stare at himself in the mirror. He was only looking at his flaws. Like how his blond hair went into a cowlick at the top. Or like how his eyes were a dull blue, and permanent bags were underneath those dull eyes. He only hoped Vanitas wouldn't ask him why he didn't get sleep. He'd only laugh at his answer of 'I read all night'. Vanitas sat in the desk right next to him, and Ven was kind of happy that they talked. Vanitas acted like they've known each other for years. Ven wasn't mean enough to tell him he just wanted to read. Every time he would bring a book, Vanitas would grab it and ask what it was about. While he was reading the summary on the back. Like he couldn't get enough from reading it. Ven didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to like Vanitas' smirks. He noticed that he had different ones. The canine tooth was when he was interested. A big one for when he was teasing him. The only one that confused him was a tiny smirk. Maybe half-interest? He didn't know. This day felt different though. Vanitas didn't smirk at all.

"Vanitas," He started, "is something wrong?"

"Kind of. My brother's coming to live with me."

"Oh. Well shouldn't that be good though?"

"I haven't seen him in five years." Five years...Ven couldn't even imagine being without his twin Roxas for a day.

"Well...where has he been?" He asked, and he immediately regret it after. What if his brother had been in the hospital or something?

"He's been living with my mom ever since my dad died." Oh. Ven had no words. A wave of sadness washed over his body, drowning him. He didn't know if he should comfort Vanitas or ask how. Probably shouldn't do either. It turned out he didn't have to do anything.

"Hey. Will you come get him with me?"

"What? Why?" Ven's sadness was quickly covered up by an earthquake splitting him in half. All that was left was nervousness.

"Well, you kind of calm me down. Its hard to explain." Vanitas averted his eyes. Ven only noticed then that his eyes were a golden color, and it reminded him of a cat. Weird that he didn't notice before. His face looked a little red. He rubbed at his neck. It was the first time Ven saw him nervous. At first he wanted to say no. But they were technically friends now, right? Even though he wanted to go home and read, Vanitas wanted his company.

"Umm. Sure. I don't have anything to do today."

"Of course you don't, dumb ass. Its Friday." Vanitas stood up and stretched right when the bell rang. Ven pretended like he didn't hear what he said. He sat up too and picked up his backpack. He stared at the other for a second. The way he was stretching allowed Ven to sneak a peek at his stomach. He wished he didn't, now he was self-conscious.

"Ready to see a disaster, bookworm?" Vanitas asked.

Ven almost giggled. Almost. He could just hear the smirk in his voice without looking at him.

"I'm ready, Vani." Vanitas stopped stretching with his hands still in the air.

"Vani?"

"Yeah. Its kinda cute, don't you think?" Ven was wondering why he was so comfortable around Vanitas all of a sudden. While he was thinking, his friend (it felt okay to call him that now) pushed him toward the door. "Sure, whatever you want. As long as I can keep calling you bookworm."

Ven accidentally let out the giggle. That day wasn't so different after all. Vanitas let out the biggest smirk he's ever seen; and it was amazing.


So this is something new. Just a little thing I've had in my mind for a while. If you guys like this, please tell me. I'll be a little bit more inspired to write more. Bye for now, and stay fabulous.