A/N: Please, please refrain from killing meh. I'm so sorry for not updating…. It's just the second chapter kept coming out wrong and I kept having to redo it. I think this is going to be my final attempt at chapter two. Hopefully it will satisfy you.
Crimson Tears2. Moving in
I always pictured schools with dorms to resemble, well, big old Victorian mansions with cheaply build trailer-like housing for the students. Now that I'm at one, I've found that my suspicions were way off.
Sunset High school looked a lot like any other high school, the only difference was the size of the school grounds. There were actually a few roads that cut in and out of the area. Behind the school was your standard field, used for soccer and track. To the left of the school was a football field and a building for gym events. To the right of the school was a forest, mostly evergreens. A few roads ran through the forest. I found out the student housing buildings were placed there. Odd place for dorms…
"As long as you follow these guidelines I'm sure you'll enjoy your time here," Ms. Gale, the school counselor said, breaking my train of thought.
"Got it. Thanks for showing me around."
"No problem, now if you have any problems during the school year, don't hesitate in talking to me, okay?"
"'Kay," I replied. Yeah right I'll tell you about my problems. "Can I have the key to my dorm now?" I asked, a bit irritated. I'd been lugging my luggage around ever since I got here, and I'd like to put it away now, thank you very much.
"Oh! Of course honey," She searched her pockets for a few moments." Here you are." She handed me the key, I was about to make my way to my second floor room, but she made me wait, mentioning a few more things. "Since school starts tomorrow you'll want to make sure you get to bed early. If you have any trouble finding your classes, just ask another student, I'm sure they'll help you find your way." I started walking up the stairs, towards the hall that would lead to my dorm, not hearing the rest of Ms. Gales' rant.
Once I found the right door I unlocked the door and walked inside. I momentarily froze. Oh don't worry, the room was fine, it was intact and the furniture looked comfy enough. It was the tall durtie-blonde and the petite boy that leaned against him on the couch that made me freeze. Nobody said anything about roommates. I must be in the wrong room. Yeah, that's it, Ms. Gale just gave me the wrong key and number. Too coincidental.
The pair that had been watching TV. Must have noticed me because the dirty blonde turned around from his spot on the couch, looking over the back. "..Who're-," he started a bit sleepily, then, unexpectedly said 'hyper-like," You're the new guy right? So you're gonna be my new roomie! You already look way cooler than my last one, he was a blue haired jerk! All he ever talked about was the moon and eternal what-something-or-other, anyways, need help getting unpacked?!"
…." Huh." … did he say he was my room mate? What was that part about some blue guy? I already knew me and this guy weren't gonna get along, he talked way to much. And he was way to happy about me being here, it was repulsing.
The blonde jumped up and took my bags from me. " I'm Demyx, I'll go put these on the extra bed.. well, it's your bed now." He raced off to put my stuff away before I had a chance to scowl at him for touching my stuff. So much for that.
I looked over to the couch. Dark blue eyes looked back at me. I wondered if he was going to say something. But after about a minute of silence, it was clear he wasn't. Instead of looking at him, I gazed around the room. It was a sandy tan color, with band posters decorating the walls. There was a small coffee table and a few comfy looking chairs near the couch. A large desk was sitting by the window, with randomly assorted junk sitting on it.
Still feeling his stare, I looked back to the couch. "Ya'know staring's impolite."
" Barging into someone's home is rude," he replied. His voice was velvety and soft. And toneless. Quite the contrast to blondie's high pitched ramble.
"Not if it's my home," I defended.
The boy opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when Demyx walked back in. "Whoa, you sure do have a lot of journals, … and matches. You some kinda psychotic pyro?"
I twitched. The blonde bastard touched my journals, and my fire. Grr…
"Just joking, no need to get fired up." He said semi-normal. It was still high pitched, but it was an apology, and his voice only half ruined it.
The cause of my anger turned to the smaller boy. "I think it's time you leaved Zex. Xemnas might get mad at you if he finds out you're not in your dorm." Did he just call the kid… weird. What parent would name their kid Zex?
Zex nodded and pushed himself off the couch. He was wearing pj pants and a big black T-shirt. I found that a bit strange seeing as it was only 6:30. Maybe he liked wearing them.
Pajama boy walked over to the door, pulled a hoodie up from the floor, put it on, and left.
"Sorry if Zexion insulted you or anything. He doesn't like people all that much. Especially strangers." Demyx said once the door closed.
" Why was he wearing pjs?" I wondered out loud.
"Huh? Oh… cause his roommate was mixing chemicals and accidentally blew up their closet this morning. He was eating breakfast when it happened. Pj's were the only thing of his that weren't in the closet at the time."
"That's a pretty far fetched tale," I remarked. I mean come on, explosive chemicals being carelessly mixed in a dorm. Then again, even if the story wasn't true (since it isn't) this Demyx guy is probably dumb enough to think it's true. Or he's just crazy. Yup, definitely loony.
"You don't believe me?" He asked, head tilted to the side.
"Not really."
"Good, Zexy'd be mad if anybody told the dorm supervisor about it."
"Is the supervisor that Xemnas guy you mentioned earlier?" I asked.
"Yup, make sure you don't get on his bad side, or he'll have you sleepin' outside," king of anoyance warned.
"I'll make sure to remember that."
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"Soo… what's you're name?" the blond asked as he made himself a plate of spaghetti. He'd been nice enough (gag) to make us some dinner. And, unfortunately, it was pretty good, so I couldn't insult him about it.
"Axel Wyoni," I stated, impatiently trying to get the noodles hanging from my fork into my mouth without getting sauce all over my face. Harder than it looks… or maybe I just got myself too big a bite.
The annoying blonde laughed at my attempts. Then took a bite of his own spaghetti. "Cool name. Was you're mom obsessed with machines when she named you?"
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A/N: Poor Demyx, Axel hates him. And Xemnas is evil supervisor.
Anyways… it would mean so much to me if you reviewed. And I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated for an extremely long time. You have every right to be mad at me about that.