Oh Jesus... Its been way too long since i've updated OTZ
MY LOVELIES I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU! Thanks so much to any and all that reviewed in the ENOURMOUS dry period... School started, and drama started, and unrequited love fucking SUCKS. I was home sick today, reading a fic, and realized that I wanted to write all of a sudden... Haha. I should do that more often ;D
Raven: Wow... to be honest I never really thought about that o_O But here are my theories: 1. Either he's like Kurt from glee, and just has a naturally fabulously feminine voice, or 2. He's Voiced by Jesse McCartney for Christs sake! If that guy can't pull off girl NO ONE CAN.
(to those of you who don't get it, Raven asked me how Roxas, as a teenage boy, can pull off a girl's voice. Brilliant question. Good thing we don't have to worry about Practicality in fanfiction X3 Like how Hollow Bastion and Twilight Town exist in the same world as Paris, France in this fic XD YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY FIIIICCCTIIOOOONNN!)
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The magical thing about bells is that when they ring, and you aren't paying attention, everyone else seems to disappear in the blink of an eye. Roxas was having a similar notion as he waited, afraid to move and attract more attention to himself. Neither he, or the thin girl in front of him seemed all too worried about getting to class on time; but as a few stragglers exited the building, Rikku being half-dragged by Kairi included in the spectacle, Larxene's gaze followed the last girl out of earshot before training its focus onto the 'girl' before her.
Larxene's pale green eyes seemed to grow paler and colder as her brow narrowed in suspicion. The boy had to fight his instinct to keep from wincing. Slowly, he glanced at his shoulder, where the taller girl's hand had remained for the duration of the stampede after lunch. The grip on his shoulder loosened in response, but Roxas' roommate refused to give him the benefit of removing her hand completely.
Roxas seriously felt like he was in an Alfred Hitchcock movie, minus the knives and shower curtains, thanks to all the melodramatic stress. Larxene was still waiting, ever-patient, and he swallowed harshly.
Carefully, he broke the ice and asked her, "How much of that did you hear?"
It took a moment before Roxas could gauge a response. Groaning, the taller blonde dropped her hand from his shoulder and narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you think I'm stupid? I mean, god damn, you're a boy and you thought your FEMALE ROOMMATE would never find out? Ugh. Men!" She waved her arms in an exaggerated manner that had her lanky body looking almost comical, but the situation was hardly laughable, and Roxas could only wince.
"So now what, are you going to turn me in?" asked the boy, dejectedly.
Larxene scoffed and punched him square in the shoulder, eliciting a yelp of pain from her underclassman. Frowning she answered, "Hell no!" Roxas blinked, eyes widening in shock. Larxene continued without pausing to acknowledge the reaction. Bending over so her spring-green eyes could bore into his summer blues, she spoke plainly, "When I say I look out for my friends, I mean I fucking look out for my friends. Girl, boy, cat, dog, witch, whatever! So long as you're strait with me, I'll have your back."
Roxas shook his head, as if the motion would send all of his confusion flying. Deciding it was probably best to make his thoughts audible at this point, he continued, "I'm so sorry for lying about being a guy and all, but," he stepped closer to her unintentionally, and she allowed her face to soften at the look of dread in his eyes. Waving his hand as if directed to both at infinity and himself, he continued, "This, all of this, is for my sister. If I get kicked out of here, not only will she brutally end me, but she'll lose her one shot at the chance of a lifetime. So, if you can forgive me," Roxas raised a hand slowly and slid the wig off his head, using his free palm to attempt to fix his boyishly messy, golden mop of hair before looking back up at Larxene and grinning stupidly, "My name is Roxas, and I'm a million times in your debt for not turning me in. I'm a boy, dressing up as my twin sister."
Larxene chuckled, which lead Roxas to scrunch his face in confusion. Had what he said been funny? The girl mussed his hair playfully as her eyes sparkled with laughter, "Man, you look stupid. Put that wig back on before someone sees you, ya damn Tranny!"
A light bulb went on over the boy's head when he realized that he was currently sporting fake breasts, and a skirt. His cheeks bloomed with color as he fitted the wig back into place, only remotely disappointed to be wearing fake hair again.
Larxene quirked an eyebrow as she spoke to him, the laughter faded from her voice, "I'm glad that we're both on the same page now, but that doesn't change the fact that the school, let alone my parents, would be most unhappy to find me rooming with a dude. To be honest, I think if a scandal rears its head at us, we're both looking at expulsion."
The smaller blonde couldn't think of anything to say that would help, so he simply nodded, his eyes reveling a curiously interesting pebble on the sidewalk.
Larxene pursed her lips before parting them to continue. "I told you that I like you, right? And I could see you're obviously scared enough to eat shit when it comes to getting caught. Hell, in your situation, I would be too." Roxas simply gave her a vacant look, as if silently pressing her to get to the point. In response the taller blonde leaned in, leering into the 'girl' before her with eyes like green fire, "I expect you to spend the rest of this period explaining to me exactly who you are and why you are here. In detail. After that, we'll go where this road may take us. Together. No more secrets. "
Roxas smiled weakly, a bit upset that he hadn't thought of the possibility of his roommate getting in trouble for his actions. Larxene gave him a condescending smirk, slinging an arm around his shoulder and guiding him away from the cafeteria. "Stupid, we're friends! I've already made that amply clear, so when are you going stop sulking and appreciate the awesomeness of this situation?"
Roxas laughed in response, content with letting Larxene guide him down the path that lead out the gates of the dorms. Walking in step, side by side, and without looking up, the boy spoke quietly, "Thank you. I don't know what I would do here without you."
Larxene snorted, letting her head fly back before abruptly composing herself; only a glimmer of the dark intentions lighting up her eyes remained. "Oh no, thank you for the tremendously entertaining year you've just promised me."
The smaller blonde frowned, perplexed, but decided to shrug it off and accept it. He didn't need to understand her reasoning. Her acceptance was enough.
And thus, was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
XXX
On their way to a small off-campus café, Roxas had asked Larxene, "What about fifth period?"
She'd simply raised a questioning eyebrow and replied, "What about it?"
He shrugged and felt safe making the assumption that after four years at their academy, his companion knew how to get around unexcused absences.
They had an hour to blow and she had wanted to go somewhere with coffee, or liquor. Since they were underage and her stash, as she had explained, was dry they hit up the first of the two.
"So, your name is actually Roxas, and you're here in place of your sister Namine," Larxene repeated, gingerly fingering the white cup of her capa-frappa-whateverthefuck-coffee drink.
Roxas grunted his confirming agreement as he cautiously sipped his hot chocolate. They were seated at a two-person table in one of the darker corners of the small establishment. As far as Roxas could tell, they were actually the only customers in the shop besides a business man on his laptop at the counter, and the girl who'd taken their orders and made their drinks.
When he looked up, Larxene was eying him curiously. It was like she was meeting Roxas all over again. The girl gave him a couple of once-overs as if she was committing it to memory, which the boy had to admit would have been extremely weird and creepy under different circumstances.
"My sister is an amazing artist," Roxas began slowly, startling Larxene out of her mental processing. Trying very hard not to roll his eyes at her, he continued, "Towards the end of school last year, she was offered a full ride to this top-notched art academy in Paris, based on some piece she'd entered in a contest that had something to do with a French poem. Knowing that an over-protective mother like ours would never in a million years let her go to a school by herself so far away, she sank into this ridiculous depression, throwing away any hope of attending altogether."
Roxas paused long enough to get an encouraging look from Larxene to go on before continuing, "When I asked her about why it was such a big deal, she told me that that becoming a successful artist is extremely difficult, and going to that school would have paved the road for her not just in college, but to a spectacular career doing what she loved. So, I told her she should break some rules to get what she wanted if the rules were holding her back that much." Larxene sipped her coffee silently. The boy across the table from her gestured to himself, "And that's how my appearance and attendance at your school came to be. Her idea, of course, but I couldn't really say no to my twin sister in a situation like that. It would've violated some brother-sister code or whatever."
Larxene was quiet for a moment. She didn't look at Roxas, but she wasn't really looking at anything. Roxas sipped nervously at the rest of his hot chocolate until he had sucked the cup dry. He got up to dispose of it, and then came back to find Larxene's eyes upon him again once again.
She smirked teasingly, "So basically, because you love your sister, of course, you let her conjur a plan to get you to cross dress and attend an all-girls academy… as your sister? Ah what people will do for family!" she giggled.
"Shhhh! Larxene!" Roxas motioned for her to shut up. Her chin-length platinum hair swayed as she turned to glance at the lady running the counter, who proceeded to look back down at her magazine as soon as she'd been caught eavesdropping.
Larxene glared and clicked her tongue rudely, "What? Can't a girl and her friend have a conversation about cross-dressing in private? Jesus!"
The lady's face turned red in embarrassment, but she ignored the reaction and simply turned the page of her magazine. The business man was talking on his Bluetooth moronically, and had heard or seen none of the exchanges. Roxas sort of felt bad for the Lady who'd made him such delicious hot chocolate. Larxene, seemingly unperturbed, stood to throw her cup away and gestured for Roxas to follow. "Come on, we'll talk on the way back to school."
Roxas followed Larxene out the door into the sun. Cicadas buzzed noisily from their shady resting places, creating a sort of ambiance. Now that she knew, Roxas was glad. He could be completely open with Larxene and wouldn't have to worry about her turning him in.
"Why are you grinning?" she asked suspiciously, drawing his attention back to his companion.
He glanced at her, before giggling happily and answering, "Just thinking that it's great that you are my roommate. I mean, it kind of helps that you found out of all people. It will make living together a lot easier."
Larxene smiled approvingly, "Glad I could help. Now I expect you won't be lying to me about anything else. We're friends. Friends can tell each other everything."
Roxas squinted, thinking, "Then what about everyone else? Do you think I should tell them?"
Larxene put her hand on Roxas' shoulder, stopping him. He looked up at her suddenly serious composure in mild alarm.
She must have been 5'11", but at that moment, it felt like she was 20 feet tall. Her eyes grew cold and distant, as if she was remembering something she didn't like as she replied crisply, "Listen Rox, you don't mind if I call you that right? Just because I'm cool with you being a dude doesn't mean everyone else would be." Roxas opened his mouth but Larxene put up a finger to silence him. "I don't mean our gang. They could probably cope with it, hell they may even try to date you, but can you honestly think, after meeting Kairi and Rikku, that they would be able to keep a secret this big?"
Roxas stared at her. She was right. They wouldn't do it on purpose, but they would let it slip eventually. He hung his head, tired at the thought of lying to his new friends for the rest of the year. This kind of sucked.
As they began walking again, Larxene gave him a hug from the side, squeezing his shoulders. The coldness melted away as she chirped, "Cheer up Roxas. You've got me, right? But I'm serious. Don't go telling everyone that becomes your best friend about this secret. Heads would fly if staff caught whiff of this."
Roxas nodded. Wait, did she say best fiends? He looked up at his slim friend as they continued to walk.
"Larxene, did you just imply that we're best friends?" She glanced down at him, not missing a beat, "Well, yeah. You don't seem like the type who's had a whole lot of friends, which puts me pretty damn near the top of the list, and you've already told me your deepest and darkest. Why not?"
Roxas wasn't whether or not to be offended by her seeing him as a type who hasn't had a lot of friends, even if it was pretty true. Instead of worrying about it, he said aloud, "Well, I guess so, but it's only been a day since we met."
Larxene pouted, "I like you, kid, is that so bad?"
Roxas smiled at her pout. It seemed every girl had their own version of it, from puppy dog eyes to seductive model face that looks like they used clothespins to keep their skin pinned so tightly. Larxene had a cute pout, he decided. If he was going to be a girl, he'd probably have to learn how to pout effectively. For now though a best friend was good enough.
'Namine's going to have a riot over all this', he mused to himself.
Larxene nudged him, "Besides, who do you think is going to be you're inside girl for the rest of this year? I'm going to be doing you so many favors you'll be in debt to me for life before you know it! Yeah, we're really going to get to know each other this year. Starting with next period!"
Next period? What did he have next period again? Roxas reached into his bag and pulled out his now-crumpled and pathetic looking schedule. Does dilapidation ring a bell? He stopped walking mid-step. Larxene only noticed a few steps later before turning around and asking, "What's up?"
P.E., that's what was up. "Larxene, do we have to take group showers for P.E.?"
Larxene put her hands on her hips, "Well yeah, who doesn't? I mean..." her eyes grew wide, "Oh."
Yeah. Oh. Not to mention changing in the locker rooms.
"Larxene what class do you have next?" Roxas pushed, urgently.
The looked up suddenly, startled out of her thoughts, "Umm, I have PE too, but it's a different class. They divide us by grade, since its mandatory for everyone."
Good. At least He'd have Larxene with him. They could work something out.
"Well for changing, you can just use a bathroom stall. No one will notice. But the showers…" Larxene began walking again, prompting Roxas to run and catch up. He couldn't just not take a shower, could he? Not only would he smell, but would the teachers even let him?
"I've got it!" Larxene snapped her fingers and moved toward him so fast that Roxas, still walking, almost ran into her. She opened up her bag and pulled out a notebook and pen and began scribbling furiously onto the paper.
Circling around, he tried to look over her shoulder and peak, to no avail. After what seemed like hours she ripped out the paper from her notebook and handed it to him.
He looked at her dumbly; she beamed at him and encouraged him to read it. He sighed and looked at the piece of paper.
Dear Ms. Kisaragi,
Due to a condition involving a chronic state
Of extended menstruation, I ask that you permit
Namine to use one of the private showers for
Reasons involving public hygiene and your student's
Medical confidentiality.
Thank you,
School Nurse: Aerith Gainsborough
Roxas blinked. Was this supposed to be a medical note? He had to shake his head a bit as he looked up at Larxene, who was now displaying a full force, shit-eating grin, to get the wig hairs out from his eyes. "Umm, do I even want to know what this condition is?" asked Roxas, tapping the paper with his hand. Larxene laughed. No, he definitely didn't want to know. But if it worked, did it really matter?
Once they'd commenced their walk once again, Roxas wondered aloud, "How did you know who my teacher was?"
Larxene answered simply, "Oh all the juniors and freshmen get Kisaragi. That's how they can get the entire student body into P.E. with only two teachers. Freshman and sophomores have it fourth period, juniors and seniors fifth. That way each teacher only gets one grade per class. Now thank my genius later, we need to run or we'll be late!"
"Wait, but who's your teacher?" he pushed.
Larxene grimaced. "I have Barret Wallace. Damn him. Sometimes I can still feel the aches from his torture two years ago! Someone should sue that man for child abuse! You are so lucky to have Yuffie." She hung her head for dramatic emphasis, which Roxas found silly and had no problem showing her with a giggle.
Once finished moping, Larxene grabbed his arm and was dragging him off towards the campus. Fourth period had just gotten out as they arrived back at the school; Kari managed to find them as they headed for the locker-room and pitched a fit about them ditching her without at least giving her a warning. She ended up having to sit by her lonesome with no one to talk to for a whole hour of math. The other two girls earnestly felt for her suffering.
Not long after, Rikku appeared from wherever it was Rikku had been, so the four went to face P.E. together. Its funny how heading towards physical activity made Roxas realize it was only about a thousand degrees out. Great, after surviving Larxene's discovery of his secret, he was going to die of heatstroke. At least he had a best friend to come to his funeral. Even if they had only met yesterday. Riiiight…
XXX
Upon stepping into the locker room, several things happened at once. Roxas may have been gay, but he was still male. The moment he stepped in, still chatting with his companions, a smell of perfume-drenched sweat hit him like a wall. He staggered a bit, drawing Rikku's attention.
"Namine, are you alright?" No, Rikku, he wasn't all right, but he could guess that this smell was about as normal for girl locker-rooms as sweaty socks and mold with an underlying hint of axe body spray was for guy locker-rooms. After assuring Rikku he was fine, and taking a moment to look around, he could see why there was so much 'citrus breeze' and 'pomegranate passion' in the air. Every other girl was standing around half naked, delaying getting dressed any further, in order to spray perfume or some sort of scent into the air, most likely to cover up the stench of fourth period. It wasn't working.
Roxas sat down on one of the benches, putting his head between his knees. The fumes were making him dizzy.
"Hey guys, lighten up on that fruity crap, will ya? We're not trying to hot box in here!" Roxas peeked up and caught Larxene winking at him. He would thank her later.
Two lines, several broken pad locks, three fungus filled lockers and a trip to the bathroom later, Roxas had acquired a semi-clean locker next to Larxene, Kairi, and Rikku, and had managed to take long enough changing that he didn't see more naked girls than he could help avoiding.
He walked outside to find the class chatting together at the top of the bleachers, which led down to the field. Almost everyone was wearing a sports bra and athletic shorts that looked too short for comfort. He was the only one wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. Not a smart choice for ninety-four degrees out, but a sports bra would be inconvenient and there's no way those shorts were in his comfort zone.
"All right ladies, you know the drill. Seniors with me, juniors with Yuffie. Let's move! You're wasting class time!" Roxas saw the fearsomely muscled man in a too-small tee shirt and basketball shorts. He was fucking intimidating as ever. Roxas couldn't help but feel bad for Larxene, and relieved that he wasn't in her class.
"Hi everyone! I'll be you're PE teacher for the year, in case you don't already know that." Roxas looked to the bubbly girl standing next to Barret. He had to do a double take because he had mistaken her for a student. Not only did she look as young and energetic as anyone else present, but also she was the only one shorter than Roxas.
"Come on, guys! Our first day should be fun! Let's get going!" Roxas gave Larxene a sympathetic look. She sighed heavily and waved as her class headed down for the field.
When he turned back, he realized that his class was going down the stairs too. Roxas moved to catch up, but his teacher jumped in front of him, blocking his path.
"You're new here!" she gave him a warm smile. Yuffie seemed nice and all, but honestly the individual attention thing sort of bothered him.
Roxas scuffed his shoe on the ground nervously, "Erm, yeah. First year here."
"Well then," she put out her hand, "I'm Yuffie Kisaragi. You probably know this by now, but call me Yuffie."
After thoroughly splintering his wrist via handshake, Yuffie lead the way down to the field, skipping. She was like a fairy, aside from the beastly handshake. Always perky, and constantly energetic. Even when everyone, Roxas included, was dying of heat exhaustion just from walking down the long row of stairs, Yuffie hadn't even broken a sweat. Go figure.
Larxene, whose class had begun running laps around the track, looked like she wanted to murder something. Roxas would have waved at her, but she'd probably just plow him over to make him miserable, so he opted to sit by Kairi and Rikku who were attempting to fan themselves in the bleachers.
PE with Mr. Wallace was brutal, or Roxas imagined it was. Larxene's class had spent the entire class running laps without stopping while Roxas' class played kickball on the field the track bordered. Yuffie, much to Barret's disapproval, even turned on the sprinklers on the field towards the end of the period.
Roxas was beginning to think that he would enjoy P.E.. Going to shower proved him wrong.
"Where's my bra?"
"I think that's my thong, here's yours."
"God it smells. Someone spray something!"
"No spraying or we'll all die of chemical poisoning!"
"Ahh! I turned the water on too hot…"
"Here Namine," Roxas jumped amidst the commotion of partially dressed and nude girls bee-lining from the showers to the lockers and vise versa. Larxene shoved a towel in his face, "You have to use the private showers, right? I'll show you the way." Roxas blindly walked as Larxene steered. He didn't even mind the towel in his face. Larxene guided him into a small rectangular stall before she let the towel drop. He turned to look at her, but she slammed the door in his face, and the latch fell shut.
"Roxas," she whispered through the crack. He pressed his ear up to hear her, "gay or not, it's inappropriate for you to look at all these girls naked without them knowing any better. Stay in here after you shower until I come get you." Having turned the note in at the beginning of class, Roxas didn't have to think about whether he could use the shower or not. Once he had asked, he didn't think that Yuffie had even glanced at the note before telling him he could use it. How nice. On the other hand, how had Larxene known he was gay? Was it obvious? He would have to ask her later.
Roxas took off his school uniform, down to his underwear and the padded bra Namine had made him. He stripped those off last, laying them on his neatly folded pile in the corner so as they wouldn't get wet. He had tried not to look at too many people, but naked was naked. It's hard not to look at no matter what you're preference is.
Shaking his head, and trying to get the image of topless Kairi out of his mind, Roxas turned the water on as hot as he could without burning himself. He walked under the water until he could press his forehead against the cool tile on the wall, and closed his eyes. His first remotely relaxing moment all day, and it was well worth all the trouble.
Regretfully, he didn't have enough time to stand in the shower relaxing. Roxas grudgingly grabbed his soap and began washing down when he heard someone yelling.
"Namine! Why are you showering in the private stall? We're all girls, right?" Oh shit. Roxas turned in time to hear Rikku bang against the stall door, causing the latch to fall out of its catch. Shit!
"Rikku!" Larxene yelled, but it was too late. Roxas dove under the wall to the next stall over and stood up in time so that Rikku hadn't seen him. He heard Larxene cuss her out and shut the door again, letting the latch fall back in place. Roxas sighed, that had been too close. Maybe he could buy a better lock for that stall.
Too busy being relieved for not being caught; he hadn't noticed the hand until it was over his mouth and holding him back against the stall. His eyes widened with panic as the definitely naked Paine stood over him, glaring like he had never seen her do before.
"Who the hell are you?" whispered Paine, low enough so that no one would overhear but not enough to hide her anger. Roxas started to shake. It wasn't just her appearance that made her intimidating, but she was terrifying when mad. Even if they were both naked; clothes could wait.
Roxas tried to say something, and Paine moved her hand away from his mouth. Roxas gasped for a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Paine simply stood there, seemingly comfortable with her nudity.
When he could breathe comfortably again, he looked back to Paine. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here and then Rikku came and…" the look on her face stopped him. She didn't care about that stuff.
He sighed. It was still his first day, right? Somehow it felt like it had been more than that. Already he was on his second potential incident to get him thrown out of this school.
"My name is Roxas. I'm covering for my sister while she studies art in France. Larxene already knows, but she just found out today. Right after lunch, actually," he sighed again, staring at his feet, "I would understand if you turn me in, but I really want to stay here. Not just for my sister, though only lasting one day does sound pathetic, but also for my new friends." He looked up hopefully at Paine, who had crossed her arms over her chest.
Noticing this, Roxas blushed and turned, embarrassed by the fact that they were both naked in the shower.
"Okay."
Roxas looked up. That one word had been the best thing he'd heard out of Paine's mouth since he arrived. He gave her his widest, most thankful smile possible and threw himself into hugging her. He couldn't help it.
"Um, Namine? Or Roxas?" He looked up. Paine wasn't meeting his eyes and her face was red. Oh right. They weren't wearing clothes.
He flung himself off of her and back into the corner so fast he almost slipped on a bar of soap. "I'm so sorry, really!" he looked around, planning his escape, and decided to go back under the wall.
"I'll go now," said Roxas nervously, sending himself back to his stall. He made one last habitual glance before he passed under the divider, and almost gasped. She had turned to face away from him, and he had a clear view of her back. From her lower neck down to just above her butt were scars. He lay on the floor in his stall for a few seconds, taking it in. He had recognized a couple of the biggest as burn scars, but the others had been jagged, more violent but probably less painful. Now he knew why she took private showers.
After finishing his shower, getting dressed, and righting his wig, Roxas stood under the now waterless shower and waited until Larxene finally knocked. He opened the door to see that everyone, including Paine, had left except for them. So she didn't want him seeing more naked girls? Ha, that plan had failed. But she could hear about that after school.
"Ready, darling?" Larxene teased, offering her arm to him. He grinned back, taking the offer "Yeah."
Music class had been mostly uneventful. Where Yuffie had simply looked young for whatever her age must have been, his teacher, Demyx, couldn't possibly have been much older than he was, but he didn't push on the subject. The guy was fun, so Roxas didn't mind letting it lie and without griping. Strangely enough, he played the sitar. Roxas hadn't known there were sitars in school bands, but they didn't really have a school band anyway. It was more like a "come and play an instrument for an hour. Or not. We don't care" class than anything else. This, Roxas could live with.
That night he told Larxene about his run in with Paine, and she agreed that if anyone wouldn't talk besides her, it would be Paine. His luck to run into the right people had saved him again. After asking, Larxene reminded Roxas about their first night. "You'd make a terrible liar," she said, " and you got really nervous when I'd asked how you swing, so I made an assumption that you meant it when you said you liked guys."
Namine hadn't been too happy to hear about someone finding out on the first day, let alone two people, but after a brief conversation with Larxene she changed her mind and described the situation as, "for the best!"
Roxas, exhausted from his first day, fell asleep before dinner. Larxene had tried waking him up, to no avail, and had eventually settled for leaving him some rolls on his desk. He could eat them if he woke up and was hungry.
Overall, his first day had been a success. Two people knew he was a boy, but he had gained a best friend and managed to not get thrown out anyway. If he could survive all that had happened in the past 24 hours or so, he would without a doubt be able to finish the year. Maybe.
I think this is the longest chapter I've written. Ever. In that sense, I'm soooooo proud of myself XD. 14 pages on MS Word and over 5000 words! Whooooo! *WRITERGASM*
Thanks for reading! R&R plz 3