Mm, this chapter was totally supposed to be posted on Sunday...I had almost all of it done by the time I posted the first one, but...I got lazy towards the end and just refused to type it. But anyways, second chapter is now here! Yayyy.

Roxas stepped onto the plane and sighed, 'I can't believe I'm still doing this.' He dragged his carry-on down the aisle, trying to find his seat, 26F. He was on the plane that would be taking him from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida to Denver, Colorado. Where Camp O. B. Livion[which he now preferred to just call 'OBL'] is. Where he's going for camp. Where he's going to do a musical…without Naminé.

He didn't want to even go through with it after he realized Naminé wasn't going to be a part of it. She was his best friend and she was in every theatrical production he'd been in so far. This had never crossed his mind when he sent in the audition tape. He was sure they'd both get in…You're probably wondering why he's even there? Since he doesn't WANT to be, why is he?

Naminé wouldn't let him miss it. "Roxas, you are GOING to this camp. I don't care what you say. You cannot drop out just because I'm not going." She would say. Roxas sighed once again at the thought. Then, suddenly he recognized a voice and looked up.

Immediately, Roxas spotted the dirty blonde mullet that generally meant one person. Demyx. Roxas smiled, 'Eh, maybe the summer won't suck completely.'

The second Demyx's blue eyes met with Roxas's, he grinned. "ROXAS!" he screamed down the aisle, disrupting a few people who were loading their bags in the storage compartments above the seats. One or two people may have actually dropped the bags on their heads because of the outburst…oh, well.

The dirty blonde darted down the aisle, jumping over a couple small children, to get to Roxas's aisle and tackle-hug the blonde. It wasn't that much of a 'tackle' since Roxas was already sitting down, but still. "Oh, Rox! I've missed you! I'm so glad you're coming! Just wait, you're gonna love it at OBL!"

"Heh, it's nice to see you to, Demyx. Now, can you let me breathe a bit?" Roxas chuckled as Demyx quickly released him and fished a ticket from his pocket.

"Hey, Rox, what aisle is this?" he questioned.

"Uhm, 26, I think."

"OHMYGOD, YAY." Demyx shouted with glee.

"Demyx," a monotonous voice came from the aisle. Roxas looked around Demyx to see a short, slate-haired boy holding two carry-on bags. He dropped the bright blue backpack on Demyx's head, "just because you see an old friend doesn't mean you can throw your bag at my head and run away. And also, be quiet, this is a public place…"

"Aw, sorry, Zexy, I didn't mean to ditch ya for Rox! I'm sorry! But, hey! Are these our seats?" Demyx's grin widened immensely when Zexion nodded. "Yay, Roxas!! We get to sit together!"

"Wow, what a wonderful coincidence! So, Demyx, are you in the musical program at OBL or are you ditching me for something else?" Roxas asked, smiling. 'At least Demyx will be here, soo, the summer won't be completely stupid without Naminé.'

At that time, Axel was climbing on his own plane in San Francisco. He had been thinking about his lack of a love life the entire day and officially decided that he was going to get a girl by the end of the summer! That's his goal and nothing can stop him!

The redhead reached his seat and sat down, placing his black and red checkered carry-on bag on the floor. He looked around and the people he was sharing the aisle with and smirked when he eyed the person on his right. She seemed to be around his age, she had perfectly straight jet black hair that seemed long enough to wrap around Axel's neck…twice. Beautiful visual, isn't it?

She was reading a book; Axel noticed it was Shakespeare's King Lear after reading a couple lines. He'd done that play a couple years ago. It was an interesting experience. He leaned a little more over the bar separating their seats and whispered, "Mm, what is it you have there?" just loud enough for her to hear.

"Nothing you care about, I'm sure." She answered flatly.

"Looks like Shakespeare to me." He smirked. Her slightly widened eyes turned his way, obviously shocked that he could tell.

"How do you-"

"I'm an actor!" he stated, grinning, "I was in a production of King Lear. I played the King of France…Yeah, that show turned me off straight plays, only musicals for now!"

"Well, that's wonderful. Now, can I go back to reading?" she asked flatly. Axel stared at her.

"Uhm, uh, well," he quickly recovered and leaned back toward her, "I was just wondering…since we're both going to be in Denver, why don't we…meet up sometime?"

"No." She pulled a pair of headphones out of her pocket and plugged them into the built-in radio on the seats, obviously ignoring him.

Axel groaned, 'Damn…'

The part with Axel sucks, I know. I kind of rushed it. It was going to be WAY funnier and full of Axel's failure with women but as I said, I got lazy. And this chapter is really short, it makes me sad. D: I'm hoping the rest of the story will be wayyy better.

And luckily I'm flying out to Utah tomorrow,, which means about three hours on a plane with my laptop's amazing battery and Microsoft Word. :] I'll hopefully get at LEAST the next two chapters done.

OH AND THANKS FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS FROM PEOPLE ON THE FIRST CHAPTER. X3 You guys are amazing and make me feel all happy on the inside.

Review, if you like. :D