As my eyes flutter open, I can see sunlight streaming through the window. I feel someone around me, and know immediately that it's Sora. I think of what happened last night and feel a grin spread across my face. I can't describe how happy and content I feel right now. I snuggle in closer to Sora and shut my eyes again. It was amazing just to be here with him, and to have been able to share what we did last night.

All of a sudden, something hits me.

"What day is it?" I say aloud.

"Hmmfff…" Sora mutters as he rouses from his slumber. He stretches and pulls me closer in to his chest. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, sounding content. "Good morning beautiful," he says with happiness in his voice. I blush a little, but repeat my question.

"What day is it?"

The air stills as Sora is thinking about the chronology of the days of the week. The atmosphere of the room seems to drop the happy content tone when we both realize the same thing at the same time.

"It's Monday," he says softly. We both jump out of the bed and start getting dressed frantically. I pick up my clothes off of the floor and brush the wrinkles out of them. It'll have to work for the time being. I guess I should've thought about bringing an extra set of clothes over here, but I didn't think I would need them.

We both get dressed in a matter of minutes and go to fix our hair. We both look into the mirror at the same time and smile at each other. I squirt a little bit of gel in my palm and pause for a second. I blush fiercely, remembering last night again. Sora sees me blushing and says, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I mutter, and continue putting the gel in my hair. We both gather our school stuff in a hurry and attempt to go out the door at the same time. We bump into each other and spill our stuff everywhere. Simultaneously, we bend down to gather everything up again. I glance up and see Sora staring at me. I blush and look back down at the ground. It's weird to have this much attention from another person. It's weird, but… I like it.

We stand up, books in hand, and attempt to leave. We try to get through the door at the same time, which obviously doesn't work. I turn and face him. I'm about to say something witty when I see those eyes. Those deep blue eyes… they just cut deep into me and stayed there.

All of a sudden, Sora grabs hold of the tie that is mandatory for our school uniforms and kisses me, full-fledged, tongue and everything. I'm a little bit surprised, but after a few moments, I lean into him and deepen the kiss. After about a minute, we pull apart, gasping for breath.

I smile and straighten my tie. He giggles and after I get myself adjusted, he grabs hold of my hand and intertwines his fingers in mine. It just couldn't feel more perfect, standing there with Sora holding my hand. I reach for the doorknob and turn it. We walk out together, our first time as an actual couple. The sun kind of hurts my eyes, but by this point, I don't really care. I'm just glad to be able to be with Sora and be next to him.

We walk along, hand in hand, catching some looks from other students walking to class. I am grinning from ear to ear, too happy to notice or care what other people think. The entire time we're walking I am very aware of his fingers intertwined with mine, and a slight blush creeps onto my face and stays there. I just can't believe that I'm this lucky of a guy.

All of a sudden, I catch a flash of bright pink up ahead of us. I roll my eyes, knowing that it's going to be Larxene. Although pink isn't really her color, she wears it every once in a while, just to make people notice her. I saw two bobbing heads on either side of her as well. I could only assume that they were Kairi and Namine. Every popular girl needs a couple of cronies by her side, right?

As they got closer, I look over at Sora and give him the look that says, 'What should we do?' He returns it with, 'Just keep walking. We shouldn't have to do anything different.' I shrug my shoulders and drop it. If Sora doesn't think we need to do anything, why should I be concerned?

As they get closer and closer, my nerves start to get to me. I know I shouldn't be worried, but this is this first time I've actually been open with a relationship. I guess I'm just worried about what people are going to say.

Larxene catches a glimpse of us and does a double-glimpse. A wicked grin spreads across her face and she picks up her pace. I sneak a glimpse at Sora, and see he isn't showing any emotion. It's probably a good idea, so I wipe my face clear of emotion as well.

She walks up to us and looks us over. I clench Sora's hand tighter, afraid of what's going to happen.

"Well well well… look what we have here," she says in that mocking tone that every mean person uses. Sora doesn't say anything in response to her, so I keep my mouth shut as well. Larxene looks at us with a confused look, as we haven't responded to her yet. Despite our silence, she just grins again and says,

"What's the matter? Gay got your tongue?"

I feel Sora's hand tighten around mine. I can tell he's trying really hard not to say anything to her, and a smile plays on my lips. Larxene is so ridiculous with her insults, most of the time, they don't even make sense. We both stay silent nevertheless. She waits for one of us to respond, and when we don't, she just rolls her eyes.

"Whatever. I have to go," Larxene says, an undertone of embarrassment in her voice. My eyes land on Kairi and Namine at her sides. They both give me an apologetic smile. I give them a small smile back and look over at Sora. Anger is creeping into his eyes, but he manages to keep his face emotionless.

Larxene walks away and Kairi and Namine follow her. As they go, I look back at the two girls and can see them whispering excitedly to each other and giggling. I smile a little bit. They really should stop following Larxene around all the time. They seem nice enough…

We continue walking through the campus until we get over to the area where the English building is. Sora talks incessantly about Larxene the entire way over there, obviously still angry about it. When we finally arrive at our destination, he seems to have calmed down a bit. I can't help but smile when I look over at him. He's just so adorable when he's mad!

"What're you grinning for?" he asks me teasingly.

"Oh, nothing," I respond, a smile still playing on my lips. I look into his eyes and see that they're back to the normal jovial and playful shine that's always been there. I pause and take in the sight for a moment, and then lean in to kiss him. It's just a small peck on the lips, but it's still a kiss all the same.

He leans into it for a moment, and then pulls away the same time I do. A small smile plays on his lips and he winks at me. I giggle and he says,

"See you tonight, sexy." I laugh out loud at that and walk into the English building. It's an ancient one, but has been kept in magnificent shape. The inside almost reminds you of a gothic style church, but without any alters or crosses. The ceilings are twenty feet up at least, and there are columns spread along the hallways at even intervals. The main entrance is a room of about forty by forty feet, a giant square. It really is a beautiful sight, although the English department is special for one reason: it doesn't have a set of dormitories, at least not connected to the building. It would have been a danger to student's safety to do so, so the living area is located in a newer building behind the educational area.

I head straight through the middle of the giant square area to the T-shape that branches into three different hallways at the back. I take the left path and head down a flight of crumbling stairs. I got to the bottom and headed to the end of that hallway. I push open the door at the end on the right of the hallway. This is my advanced creative writing class. It just also happens to be led by my favorite teacher in the world, Marluxia. Marluxia used to be on Broadway, in a musical. I can't remember what it was called off of the top of my head, but he was one of the lead rolls. Whenever I would talk to him about it, he would say, "I never would have left it, but then… it happened."

The 'it' he talks about all the time is his accident. Apparently, he was up on a ledge, saying a monologue or something, and fell over the edge, hitting his head on the stage pretty badly. He had to stop his acting career permanently because of it. Marluxia always claims that it was his nemesis, but I highly doubt that. I love Marluxia because he's really easy to talk to, and he gives great advice.

Anyways, I walk into the classroom and the other students are all sitting in small groups, talking to each other. I look over at Marluxia and put on a confused look. He lowers his designer shades and looks at me with a look that says, 'Come here and I'll explain everything.' I oblige and take a seat next to him at his desk.

"What's going on Marly?" I ask him. We've always been close enough to call each other by first name.

"Nothing much darling. Just been looking at People magazine and envying the lives of the actors in it."

I give him a look and say, "You know you shouldn't think like that."

He sighs and rolls his eyes. "I know, but I really miss it Roxy."

I smile at him and lean back in the spinning chair that he keeps next to his desk just for me. I shut my eyes and sigh. I spin around a couple of times, trying to clear my mind. He must be able to tell that I have something on my mind because Marluxia asks, "What's wrong Roxy?"

"I've just been having some problems lately."

"With what, pray tell?"

I pause for a moment, thinking over his offer to talk. I decide that he's been there for me enough before that I should trust him. I explain the whole story of Axel and Sora, but leave the beatings out. I still don't feel comfortable with telling other people that. I also leave out Sora's and my little… escapade last night. I'm sure Marly knows enough about that that I don't have to tell him anything.

"Well, it sounds to me like you know exactly what you're doing," Marly says to me.

"What do you mean?" I ask him, confused.

"Well, you stood up for yourselves from Larxene, not to mention Axel too. You also found the love of your life, Sora. Seems to me like you've got everything under control." I smile and blush a little bit.

"I guess I hadn't thought about it like that." Marly turns to me and looks me in the eyes, suddenly very serious.

"Listen to me, Roxas. I was once in the situation you're in right now. When I was in the theatre, there was a man I was... involved with. We'll leave it at that. He wasn't really the type of person you wanted to find outside of his acting career. For some reason, I fell for him. I think it was because of his body. He had such a nice ass..." Marly trails off, looking dreamily into the distance.

"Uh, Marluxia?" I say quietly, looking up at him with a confused look on my face.

"Wha-? Oh, right, the story!" he snaps back to reality. "It didn't end well. From that moment forward, I realized something. Never date a guy because of his looks. It never turns out well. It may not sound very realistic, but try to stay in a relationship only if you're in love with the person." He grabs my shoulders and turns me so he can look me directly in the eyes.

"Listen to me Roxas. I believe that you're in love with Sora, and I think he's in love with you. Don't ignore that. A lot of people would love to be in the position you're in right now. Take advantage of it." I can tell he is serious about this, and I am appreciative of his advice.

"Thank you," I tell him. Marly lets a small smile spread across his face.

"You're welcome. But don't forget what I've said!" I am about to respond when the bell rings.

"Now go, you're going to be late to class," he says with a smile on his face. I wink at him and he lets a giggle pass his lips. I pick up my books and leave the classroom, heading down the hallway and back up the stairs to exit the building. I am heading towards the gym, unfortunately. I've never really been a physical type of guy, and my gym class is full of the guys who cover up the fact that their penises are small with working out and playing every sport imaginable. I've never really felt that I've needed to compensate for my penis, so the issue never came up. However, taking a "physical education" class is required in our curriculum, thus my schedule. I sigh at our stupid rules and enter the gym/auditorium.

There are already some guys and a couple of (rather manly) girls heading towards the locker rooms to change. I set my stuff down on the bleachers and head over there as well. As long as I could avoid eye contact with any of them, I didn't have to be made fun of. Ever since I first started this class, I had always been made fun of. I have a small frame (unlike the 'jocks'), which I got teased for. When it got old, it toned down a little, but there was always someone making some sort of rude comment. I've never liked the class, and I probably never will.

I walk through the door and head to my gym locker. I grab my clothes and, amidst the "Fagboy" comments, get dressed. I pull on my beaten up Converse, as usual, and get out of there as quickly as possible. I get out into the gym itself and see red rubber balls lining the middle of the floor and roll my eyes. Dodgeball has got to be one of the few sports I literally despise. A lot of things like football and basketball I can just ignore, due to the fact that the players usually stay to themselves. In forced physical activity, it's just that: forced on you. You have to do it, whether you like it or not.

I lean up against the wall and cross my arms, waiting for the disaster to begin. Usually our gym teacher, Xigbar, puts us into two teams and lets us do whatever we want. Now, Xigbar was one of the more... how can I say this?... colorful teachers here. And by colorful I mean creepy. I swear, I can tell he watches us through his office, which is conveniently attached to the boy's locker room. He's got to be the oldest person at this school, which is what makes it so creepy.

I try to push the thought out of my head and pull myself back to reality. I hear a whistle being blown and turn my head to the side. I see Xigbar, weird matching jumpsuit and all, signaling for us to start.

Of course, all the "serious jocks" run for the balls in the middle as quickly as they can. There are some people who mean well, but just can't do much of anything. Those are the people who get called out right away. Then there are people like me, who really don't want to be here. Some of them voluntarily move forward to get hit, while others lean up against the back wall and daze, like I am.

After a while, Sora and Axel pop into my head again. I wonder what Sora's doing right now. Probably something more entertaining than this, that I can guarantee. For some reason, just then, something hits me. I realize that a fight between Sora and Axel is inevitable. I won't be able to stop them. And then my mind switched to Axel. He disgusts me. I can't even remember what it was I saw in him. It's pretty sad when you feel the need to hurt others so you can feel better about yourself. I mean, I understand that he has problems, but that's just going over the top. Plus, I never really did anything to make him mad. After thinking about it, I realize that I never deserved any of what he gave me. I smirk and let a small laugh escape my lips.

All of a sudden, I feel something come in contact with my left cheek. Right afterwards, I feel the sting of rubber spreading through my cheek and into my forehead. I let a groan escape my lips as I fall, stunned, to the floor. There is a shadow towering over me, and I open my clenched eyes to see who has targeted me. I see dreadlocks and immediately know who it was. Xalden chuckles and bends down to my level.

"Did that hurt Roxy-poo?" he says mockingly.

"Shut up, Xaldy-Waldy," I say right back. It's the nickname Larxene gave him, and I know he hates it. Which is, of course, the only reason I use it. I can see a light blush pass across his face. He shakes it off, however, and stands back up.

"Don't mock me. I know all about you. And everything you do with Sora," he says, knowing that that will get to me. It kind of does, but at this point, I can't let anything bother me. He'll just use it against me. I stand up and brush myself free of the dirt that coats our gym floor. After that, I turn and look Xalden straight in the eye. He's a bulky kid, one of those people who work out constantly and do absolutely nothing else. His dreadlocks (a horrible hairstyle on him, I might add) are greasier than a Big Mac, and dirtier than our gym floors. He has a brutish sort of face and blunt features. Altogether, he's a bad looking person with a "bad" attitude.

"How would you of all people know?" I spit at him, disgusted with him almost as much as I am with Axel, who is surprisingly still in my head.

"Larxene told me. You're two disgusting people who don't belong in our school. You should just go kill yourselves now before this gets out of hand." A stupid grin spreads across his face, showing extremely yellow and crooked teeth. I also let a small smile spread over my lips.

"It's amazing how lame your insults are. Like that one hasn't been heard before. I don't care if people know. I love Sora. There, I said it. Happy?"

Xalden has a sort of amazed look on his face before fixing it back into a stupid ugly grin.

"Oh, I'm ecstatic."

I'm sort of confused as to what his intentions are now, but I won't be able to find out, because the bell rings right when I'm about to retort.

"See you later, Roxas," Xalden says with an evil grin.