11/6/10: Redid the chapter again. Jeez, I gotta work on my writing. Was this really only around 3,500 words? Jeez. Hope you guys still enjoy it, either way!

Disclaimer: Pretty much obvious, since I wouldn't be calling it fanfiction if it wasn't. Either way, the characters (along with my soul) belong to Tetsuya Nomura and Disney, not me.

"Aw! So cute!" Naminé squealed. I held back a wince at the high-pitched gleeful mockery in it and tried to ignore her as she bounced on the bed, ecstatic. "Kairi, you are totally awesome at this!"

That enthusiasm? Yeah, every single ounce of that was there to mock me. Even her words had that little barb caught in them. Namine never squealed like that unless she was trying to bother someone. Hell, most of the time she was quiet as a mouse- if only she hadn't gotten the same devious streak that her sister had. Then maybe she would have refrained and enjoyed this less.

Mock. Mock. Mock.

Kairi grinned, pleased with the praise as she bounded back over to the vacant spot on the bed next to Naminé. She gently laced her fingers with her blonde-haired twin, and I marveled for what seemed like the millionth time how eerie it was, seeing how alike they looked. It didn't matter that they didn't have the same color hair like most twins. Namine's blond locks were only sightly longer than Kairi's shoulder length auburn hair, but their cerulean eyes were mirror images, so long as you didn't know them as well. Kairi's had more of a mischievous gleam to them, and Namine's lighter eyes had that quiet intelligence that always made you wary of her. Or, at least, made me wary of her.

"Aren't I?" I flinched at Kairi's words, the reminder of what I was putting myself through. It didn't seem like she noticed, or particularly cared, as she examined me once, then twice, head to toe, then trotted over to pull out a crease in my shirt.

As if her creations could be anything but perfect. I rolled my eyes just thinking of it. Kairi was what one could call a perfectionist. If there was even a slight problem with something that she did- like the crease in my shirt- it had to be fixed, right away. If you tried to stop her…well, it's easy to say that it would never turn out well.

She checked my clothes for the last time, scrutinizing every last article of clothing. I couldn't say I truly understood her need to do that. She picked out the clothes, after all- shouldn't she know whether they're good or not just by that? Finally, she nodded, satisfied. "Impeccably picked and placed," she said, almost to herself. Watching her race back to the bed, another wave of foreboding crept through my veins as a triumphant grin slid onto her lips.

"Roxy better be careful!" she announced, her eyes glittering with mischief. "'Cause he's one hot mama!" I groaned at the corniness as Kairi high-fived Naminé. Both girls collapsed into helpless giggles- or, at least, Kairi did. Namine's laughter was much more quiet, as if afraid to make too much noise.

For the first time in the past hour, I glanced into the mirror, feeling my face burn in defeat and humiliation. Sapphire eyes laden with mascara, eyeliner, and matching blue eyeshadow stared back at me, framed by the short, straightened blonde hair being held back by a checkered headband. The girl in the mirror had the perfect body, and the clothes to compliment it: A black and white pleated skirt that fell a little above her perfectly shaven knees, a white shirt with blue trim, and a matching checkered bracelet.

In all, a smoking hot chick.

The problem? I'm a guy.

"Why?" I moaned, "Why me?"

Friday.

That's when it all began. My friends, or rather, friendly acquaintances, and I were hanging out. I say friendly acquaintances because no one at my school had real friends, or at least inside the school system. We all had our separate friends at home, but when we were off campus, just doing nothing, we would randomly get together. It was almost like a promise, that we weren't total losers in society.

There was nothing special about what we did. Just hanging at our local bar, just like every Friday, up to the black X's on our hands. None of us drank, especially considering how underage we were. We could get away with it if we tried, but none of us really wanted to. We were the 'straight edge' group, you could say. None of us cared for drinking. The only reason I came was for the euphoric atmosphere surrounding everyone. Even the calm, quiet people were enjoying themselves, some even becoming as daring as to jump onto the tables, laughing and screaming.

I glanced over in amusement at a boy who fit the description perfectly. A normally stoic Senior from the local college at the table in front of me was, well, standing on it. His hair flailed around wildly as he tried to maintain his balance and was losing the fight. A chuckle escaped me as I realized the guy was very, very drunk. He was laughing as hard as anyone else, even when he tried to step off the table onto a chair. He ended up missing entirely and landed sprawled on the floor, but didn't miss a beat before standing up and stumbling, singing something that sounded vaguely like the Oscar Meyer song, although I couldn't be too certain.

The mood was infectious, and even sober I found myself just as cheery as any drunk person could be. I kept my eyes on the table the senior was at, seeing if there was anything else going on, and my eyes caught with those of another, a slate haired boy with only one stormy blue eye visible. The other was covered by a curtain of hair, but it surprisingly only made him look intelligent, not emo like the stereotype decreed the style to be.

He had been looking straight at me, and when I returned the cool gaze, he gave me a nod. I waved back in response, finally recognizing him from our neighboring school, Hallow High.

When he tapped the chair next to him and grinned wryly, I didn't pass up the offer and slid into the indicated seat. An amused smile lit up his face and he shook his head in mock despair. "Must be amazingly bored," He drawled, his voice quiet but controlled. "Sitting by a complete stranger. I could have been calling you over for a booty call. You really should be careful."

I chuckled, ducking under an arm flung in my general direction. "Must be just as bored, to invite someone you don't know to sit next to you. I could have been waiting for that and was about to jump you. What would Mommy say?" I mocked him slightly, a cheeky grin on my face. He snickered.

"Touché." By then I had realized that he was every bit as sober as I was. His eyes were completely clear, and every word leaving his mouth was carefully articulated, completely thought out. This guy most likely has never had a single drop of alcohol in his life. "My name is Zexion."

"I know." Slight surprise flitted across his pale features. When he opened his mouth to respond, I added, "Your school is close to mine." His face cleared, and he nodded in understanding. "My name is Roxas. Not Roxy, not Roxanne, Roxas."

We hit it off from there. Zexion was a 17-year-old Junior, but was smart enough to skip school entirely and go straight to college. His I.Q. was incredibly high, and he didn't even have to study for any of the tests. The only reason he went to school was 'to have a sense of normality', a hope I sympathized with.

And I was right about him: He'd never drank anything before in his life. He only came along for the rest of the group, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy himself. ("I like having a bit of blackmail on my friends." He only had one eye showing, but I'm positive he just winked at me. "The ability to persuade someone to help you in exchange for keeping quiet tends to come in handy, from time to time.") In all, Zexion was a pretty good guy.

"D'ya have any siblings?" We had taken to asking each other questions. This time, it was my turn. Zexion shrugged, deadpan.

"I have a brother," He said, glancing away. "He isn't here right now, but I know you wouldn't like him. He's cocky, arrogant, and a bit of an ass." He chortled. "I guess it comes with his football status. He's not that bad when you get to know him."

My interest twinged. "What's his name?"

He sighed, suddenly less joyful. "His name's Riku. He goes to the same school as me. Same grade too."

My head spun. Suddenly, I found it hard to focus on anything as his words sunk in. I was talking to Riku's brother. Riku, who was the stud of the town, and currently my first infatuation.

Okay, so you know my comment of 'bi guy'? Well, Riku is the only reason I considered myself so. Pretty damn amazing feat, and and he stands up to par. Perfect voice, perfect personality, perfect everything in general.

I focused back on reality when I found a slender hand waving in front of me. The hand was attached to none other than Zexion, and I looked up into his concerned expression. "Are you okay?" His voice was completely normal, despite his slightly worried demeanor. "You suddenly got all flushed…"

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as understanding lit up his eyes and he started chuckling, all traces of concern gone. Suddenly, it was like talking to Namine all over again; it didn't matter that he wasn't laughing at me outright. The quiet chuckles had the same exact effect.

"Riku." I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye as embarrassment flowed through me. "You like Riku." He shook his head, the action seemingly half in disbelief, half in amusement. "It never fails, you know. Not once." He didn't elaborate, and I shot him a questioning look.

"What never fails?"

Zexion gave me a somber gaze, quiet mirth still there. "Every year," He began slowly, "Some boy always falls for Riku. Ever since he was seven, one boy every year approaches him, or has hopes of it. His pretty boy looks and strange attitude may give off a gay vibe, but he's as straight as an arrow."

All of my hopes crumbled with those last four words. Straight as an arrow. "Oh…" I mumbled, my head down. Nothing else came out of my mouth. It wasn't needed, after all.

From underneath my curtain of hair I saw Zexion's stare turned thoughtful, then calculating. "Maybe," He mused, his fingertips resting on his chin. "It doesn't have to be that way. This arrow has a slight fracture." My head shot up hopefully, and throbbed at the quick movement.

An almost hidden smirk drifted across his face at my reaction. "One boy succeeded at seducing our favorite jock at a party. A real cutie, devious too. Got him incredibly intoxicated, then jumped him. Riku enjoyed every second of it, despite not remembering the whole night the day after."

"Who was the boy?" I asked curiously. He shook his head and shrugged in denial.

"I don't know. I never saw him again after that party. But that's not the point. The point is, he has the possibility of being bisexual, if you can convince him. And, let's be honest, you just want to date him. You don't want to marry the guy, right?"

I thought about it. "Well, since gay marriage isn't legal…"

"Oh shut up."

I laughed. "Sorry, continue."

He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. At least, I could only guess he rolled both- it'd take a ton of talent to only roll one. I had to stop myself from wondering if that was even possible as he continued, "Anyways, since you're not looking for long term, my plan will work perfectly. Riku, as I stated before, won't notice a guy. Or, for that matter, someone who doesn't go to our school. So, your only hope is to-"

"Transfer to your school and pose as a female," I finished, catching on quickly. He nodded, and I could feel the blood that had rushed to my cheeks leaving just as quickly at the thought. "How degrading…" I murmured, eliciting a snicker from the other male.

"But worth it. Right?" His gaze was mocking me, daring me to say no.

"Let's go for it." His face eased into amusement and slight shock at my complete lack of hesitation. I let a smirk glide over my face in triumph, leaning back in the chair relaxedly. "What's there to lose? Beside," I added, "I always wondered what it would be like to be a member of the female population."

Zexion laughed, placing his elbows on the table. "Well, I guess that this would be your chance… Roxanne."

With that, my life was changed. I talked to my entire family about it over dinner, and, to put it lightly, they were impressed.

"Whoa! Roxy's gonna get himself laid!"

"Shut up, Sora."

"What? I'm just sayin'!"

"Roxas, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Which part? The catching the guy part or the cross-dressing part?"

"Both."

"Honestly, Dad, I'm still wondering if I was high when I agreed-"

"Roxy got high?"

"Shut up, Sora! No, I did not get high. Dad, the answer is yes."

"…Well, I can't stop you from doing anything you want to, but your mother has to agree."

"What? Roxy's allowed to transfer schools to chase his straight boyfriend and all that but I can't even get an after-school job? That is so wrong! I'm older than him too! Sexist! Sexist!"

"Sora. Shut up. For one, you're barely two minutes older than me. Two, as you should know, I'm a guy."

"No you're not! You're a freakin' girl! It's okay though, you don't have to lie to impress us. We all know you suck at life."

"Shut up Sora!"

"I think it's beautiful."

All heads turned to face the lone female of the house, stunned. Sora was the first to speak up.

"You think Roxy being a girl is beautiful?"

"You know what Sora? I am so close to grabbing this chicken's spine and shoving it up your-"

"Roxas!"

Either way, I was granted permission, to Sora's eternal annoyance, and was promptly transferred to Hallow High. I was just lucky that summer break was just about to end there, so I wouldn't have to catch up with anything. Just another new student. Simple enough.

Looking back, I realized that I probably should have gone to the school, check out the campus, at least call Zexion to find out where he would be in order not to get lost. This school was psychotic, and dwarfed my old school three times over. Over 3,000 students? Check. Huge scheme in order to get Riku to fall in love with me? Check. Prepared? Oh hell no.

My eyes drifted across the school, trying to find someone I knew, or, at least, the office. So far, nothing. Nobody had even tried to approach me as of yet, and I was happy to keep it that way. I was a lona'.

Er. Loner.

Since it always worked in movies, I closed my eyes, spun in a circle with my finger out, then stopped abruptly. I opened my eyes, saw that I was facing the same direction as I was in the first place, and shrugged, trotting forward. Well, maybe it was the right way all along. I thought hopefully. It didn't occur to me at the time that it was a silly thing to do- after all, it worked in movies, so therefore it should work in real life.

After about ten steps (not that I was counting), I stopped again. Screw movies, that totally didn't help me at all. All it did was make the school look even more intimidating, and I was still unable to find the stupid office. Damn it, Zexion…

"Hey!" I raised an eyebrow at the suddenly booming voice behind me and felt sorry for the person that he was attempting to get the attention of. Don't people have something better to do, other than bugging others?

"Hey! You! Blondie!" It only took me a few more seconds to realize that he was, in fact, talking to me. Suddenly, that pity changed into mild irritation.

Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away…

"Don't you dare ignore me! Little brat!"

Spinning on my heel, I began glaring at nothing in particular, scanning the crowd for the likely offender. "I am not a brat!" I snarled angrily. I think I heard some people laugh softly at me, but disregarded most of them. Instead, I focused on the blond a few feet behind me, walking in my direction.

He was several inches taller than me, and his hair… Oh man, his hair. It kinda looked like it had an accidental run-in with a lawn mower- but only on the sides of his head. On the top, it was spiked up in small little strands, with a few hanging down into his face. Matched with his sea foam green eyes, his ripped jeans, and his black short sleeved shirt on top of a white long sleeved shirt, it gave him an almost skater look.

"Chillax, girlie! Just wanted to welcome you to the school!" He laughed, then held out his hand for me to take. I glared at it, then at him, completely disregarding the outstretched limb. I couldn't help myself from still being slightly angry about the 'brat' comment. This seemed to amuse him even more as he grabbed my hand, forcing me to shake it.

"Weeeeeell," He started, drawing out the E, "Since someone didn't take their nice girl pills today-" Unwillingly, I blushed at the mere thought. They have pills for that? "I'll do the talky-talky. What's your name, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? I regained possession of my hand, not certain whether to be glad someone came to help me, or crept out by the only person to approach me. "It's Roxanne," I finally said, careful to keep my voice sounding at least a bit feminine.

He looked delighted. "Roxy," He purred, trying it out on his tongue. He grinned. "Then chill out Foxy Roxy!" A laugh broke out of him, and I inched back slightly, uncertain of how to deal with him. Even with my experience with Sora, I was unprepared for this. Once again I found myself cursing Zexion and his lack of helpfulness.

"But yeah." The blond seemed to get a little more serious as he adapted an all-knowing smirk, a change that I was uncertain whether or not it bothered me more. "My name is Demyx. I have a feeling we'll be hanging out quite a bit."

Most annoying word in the world? Crept. I swear, it doesn't look like it should be the past tense version of 'creep'. Seriously.