When Myde showed up to the music room, he was surprised to see the slate-haired boy who he'd accidentally smashed his face into during the last hour. Braig walked over to him, greeting him with a fist-bump that Myde swore was a malicious attempt at breaking his knuckles.

Ienzo glanced up from tuning his bass guitar for mere seconds before dissmissing the blonde. He didn't care.

"Myde, buddy o' pal! A little birdie told me you had a little collision with our basist over there!" Braig said, jerking his thumb at the smaller teen who had since gone back to his tuning.

"Uh...heh... I guess you could say that..." Myde said, scratching his head. "This guy kinda kicked me and-"

"Blah blah blah. Let's just see what you got already, okay?" Braig said, patting the blond on the shoulder.

Myde nodded and set to work hooking up his guitar and tuning it. "So...what do you want me to do?"

"Ehhh just...whatever you want, I guess."

Myde nodded and started playing some chords until they eventually formed into a song.

Once the blond seemed to slide into a song, Ienzo started to play as well, Braig eventually catching on as well. Before they knew it they'd been at it for a good two hours-slipping from one song to another, with Demyx occasionally singing the lyrics to some of the covers.

"Well, Myde, me an' Ienzo here gotta talk this over. We'll tell ya when we make our decision. There's a lot of competition, you know."

Myde frowned, heart sinking.

Braig chuckled, clapping him roughly on the back. "As if! You're in, buddy!"

"Really?" Myde asked, as he jumped it the air, clapping with his feet in triumph. "Ienzo, did you hear that? We're bandmates!" The blond squealed as he ran over to the slate haired bouy, grabbing his hands and intertwining their hands.

"That's...great," Ienzo said, prying his hands out of the blond's grip. "I am capable of hearing five feet away, though."

Myde's face fell. "Why don't you like meeeee?" he whined, flailing his arms.

Ienzo flinched as Braig's hand found it'sself fastened to his shoulder in a bone-crushing grip.

"Don't worry about this kill joy, Myde."

Myde frowned, but nodded in understanding.

WaterSitar: So how are you?

TheIllusionist: What's it matter to you?

WaterSitar: Ouch!

I just asked a simple question! ;-;

TheIllusionist: Whatever. Do you still expect an answer?

WaterSitar: Yeah

TheIllusionist: Do you want the truth or no?

WaterSitar: I'd prefer the truth, please.

TheIllusionist: Well, let's see. Today I got shoved and locked into my locker by my personal tormentor.

Then I came home and mother dearest smacked me around a bit, as per norm, and I went to my room and got on the computer.

So today was relatively normal for a Monday. Generally Mondays are more...extravagant.

WaterSitar: Oh. I'm sorry. Thank you for telling me, though. Have you told an adult what's been going on? That's really not okay.

TheIllusionist: Considering my father is the headmaster of my school, to tell an adult would be futile.

WaterSitar: So he knows? And he just lets it happen?

TheIllusionist: Affirmative.

WaterSitar: Damn.

Zexion sighed. He didn't really like to share his personal business-he was glad that he only was in his mother's care on Mondays, so this was only a weekly occurance between his mother and him, but it was starting to really get to him. He'd go 'home' to his father's care-meaning he went back to his boarding school dorm with Larxene and made no contact with his paternal figure.

WaterSitar: Hey, do you have a facebook?

Zexion rolled his eyes. Who didn't have a facebook now-a-days? Yeah. I'm under Zexion Alvarado.

WaterSitar: Whoa, I totes know a guy with the same name! XD

Hey, you don't have blue hair, do you? ._.

TheIllusionist: And if I do?

WaterSitar: You're totes already on my friendlist, bro! What a co-winkie-dink!

TheIllusionist: What a coincidence indeed.

Zexion quickly deduced that, as he only added people from school, that he went to school with the fellow writer. Which was...strange, to say the least.

TheIllusionist: I gave you my name, now what is yours?

WaterSitar: Oh! I'm Demyx Neptune! Hehheh.

Zexion felt his eye twitch. He'd been writing and chatting with that obnoxious imbecile? The boy was in his advanced english class-fourth hour, right before lunch-and Zexion wasn't completely sure how the mull-hawked boy even managed to get into the class. Not that he was a bad writer, but... all he did during class was attempt futiley to balance a pencil on his nose. Not once had Zexion seen the blond do an assignment during class.

Worse yet, the blond now knew of his living condition.

WaterSitar: Hey, you still there?

TheIllusionist: Yeah. Whatever. Let's just get back to the story.

WaterSitar: Okay!

Ienzo wasn't entirely shocked to find out that the blond was his new roommate-he'd been expecting one any day now, so it only made sense to him that Myde would wind up being that one.

"Ienzooooooo. I'm borrredddd. Wanna play a game?"

Ienzo glanced at the boy sprawled across his bed warily. "What game, praytell, did you have in mind?"

Myde's brow furrowed slightly at the indifference in the smaller boys' voice. "Well, I was gonna say twenty questions..."

"And why on earth would I want to engage in such shenanigans with you, Myde?"

Myde frowned at the boy's sudden mood shift. "Do I...annoy you, Ienzo?"

Ienzo glanced up at the blond briefly. "Yes."

Myde winced. "Ouch..." he said, frowning and rubbing his chest. "What'd I ever do to you?"

Ienzo hid a smirk behind his hair. "Shall I make a list?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. "One, you harrassed me during Aquatics," he said, putting up a finger. "Two, you fell onto me, Three, you're quite possibly the worst kisser I've ever had the displeasure of being kissed by, Four, you got me a bruise on my shoulder via Braig, Five, you're now invading my privacy and living quarters."

Myde stared blankly. "Not including the first, none of that is my fault!" he said, waving his arms. "And I'm so sorry that the accidental kiss caused by that weird spikey guy kicking me into you was so horrible, next time I'll try to bite you instead!"

Ienzo raised an eyebrow at the now flustered blond. "Kinky," was the only possible response he could think of.

"I mean, uh, not that it'll happen again, or anything, uh..."

Ienzo smirked, shaking his head. "Lea only ever strikes once. Don't worry about it, Myde."

"So-you-you're telling me that he does this often?"

Ienzo nodded.

"W-what? Why?"

Ienzo shrugged. "He's convinced that eventually he'll find one that I'll like," he said. "He's sadly mistaken though."

"How do you know that?"

Ienzo looked over at the boy, this time allowing his smirk to show. "Because I'm not stupid enough to fall for someone who can never love me."

Myde's brow furrowed. "What do you mean by that? Of course someone can love you, Ienzo."

Ienzo smiled softly, and Myde wasn't actually sure that it was ever really there to begin with, as he shook his head. "No, I don't think that's true, Myde. If you never let anyone see what's inside, how can they love you? You can't love what you never knew."

Myde frowned. "Well then why don't you show the real you?"

Ienzo glanced at the blond. "Why would I want to do that? That's how you get hurt. It's pointless self-destructive behaviour."

"Like your mom."

"What?"

"Like. Your. Mom."

"That doesn't even make sense, Myde."

"Yeah... I know. I just like seeing you smile."

Ienzo blinked. "What?"

"You're cute when you smile. I like it."

Ienzo hid his face behind his hair as he felt a blush spreading. "Flattery will get you no where."

Myde grinned. "That's what they want you to think."

"You're a gormless waste of flesh."

"You're so sweet to me," Myde said, clutching his heart and sighing dramatically.

Ienzo snorted.

Myde grinned at the bluenette, making the boy look away quickly. "You know what?" he said, walking over. "You're really pretty. Oh-uh, I don't mean like, girly pretty or anything, but uh, I guess for guys I'm supposed to use handsome, but no-you're beautiful, not handsome."

"Hey Myde?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

With a sigh, the lanky blond complied. He decided, however, that he was entitled to sprawl out on the slate-haired boy's bed next to him and lazily drape an arm around his waist, much to Ienzo's chagrin. The blunette did not, however, make a move to adjust the blond or make him go to his own bed, settling instead upon simply rolling over onto his side so that the blond only saw his back and continued to read his book.

WaterSitar: Hey, do you think that was okay?

TheIllusionist: I suppose. A bit fast, perhaps, but it was tolerable.

WaterSitar: Awesomesauce. Welp, I'mma get some sleep in tonight. Night, Zexy3

TheIllusionist: Don't call me Zexy. Goodnight.

Zexion stared at the screen a few seconds after Demyx had signed out. He didn't know what was going through the blond's head, calling him that hideous nickname and a lesser-than-three heart.

He'd never admit it, but it made something deep in his chest flutter.