gIRlfRIendS

Author's Note: Wow, I'm actually going through all the chapters of this and editing them/getting rid of all the really annoying mistakes/improving it. Oh yes. It's basically just an excuse to read it and lol and all the mistakes... and the actual story. Which I will be told off for because you should never laugh at your own jokes. Gah.

x-o-Chapter One-o-x

Millbrook High took great pride on its appearance and its qualities. It offered a world of opportunities for its students and staff alike. People would always come back after graduating just to say something along the lines of, "Oh, I just came in to say... thank you. Thank you so much for all the years I spent here. I'll never forget them, and I'll make sure that this place has a special something in return." And then they hang a pretty wreathe up in appreciation, and then they trundle off back to their work… in McDonalds.

Roxas was new to this school. And, being a sophomore didn't really make it any better. To be quite honest, it kind of made it worse. He didn't have any friends here, except for his two cousins. He didn't even know if he could call them friends – he had just known them for a long time, and now happened to be half-cousin/half-brother. Which was odd.

Hell, his parents dying two weeks ago was odd.

He suddenly realised that Demyx and Sora were laughing. A little voice in the back of his head urged him to do the same. Forced laughter split from his usually closed mouth. Sora grinned like a dufus at him.

Demyx ruffled his younger brother's hair, and then proceeded to do the same to Roxas, despite the fact that Roxas was not keen on this sensation. Then the older boy ran off with some other senior guys. Roxas scowled, while Sora looked at the blonde's timetable.

"So, whatcha got first?" he asked, grinning like one of those scary clowns they have at fairs that make all the little kids cry. He pondered over the sheet, "Hmn… wait. You've got German? Rox, that sucks! I told you to go for French, then we'd be in the same class!"

"Well, I really don't like French. Sorry, So."

Sora let out a massively long sigh. Before scratching his cheek and shrugging, "Ah well, whatever you want, but I warn you – your teacher has a great big mole right on the end of her nose, and hair is like, sprouting off the top of it and I was so grossed out when I saw it, and I was al-"

"Sora, I don't care. As long as it's not French."

Sora shrugged, and walked off. "Well… What ever floats your boat…" he muttered as he left.

Roxas raised an eyebrow. Whatever floats your boat, indeed.

He reached out towards his locker, and twisted the dial, making a pleasing click-click-click sound. That was one good think, his locker worked. Demyx had warned him previously that they had a tendency to spring open and smack you in the face if you weren't careful.

Before Roxas could actually put his lunchbox in his locker, the warning bell rang, causing him to drop the box. He winced, and gingerly picked his lunch up, brushing off any bits of dust it had picked up.

He ran a hand through his hair, deciding that Millbrook High was the worst school he had ever been to.

He grabbed his satchel, and ran to his first lesson. Before realising he had no idea where the hell his first lesson actually was.

-x-X-x-

"Hey, Sora!"

The brunette turned around to see Tidus waving at him like an idiot. Riku stood next to Sora and was watching Tidus, a perfect smile on his face. Perfect in Sora's opinion anyway.

He ran over to them excitedly.

"Oh my god! I haven't seen you for ages!"

This was true. He'd been hanging around with Roxas for the last few days because, being the genius he was, Sora could tell he needed someone around.

He pulled them both into a tight hug. Tidus threw his arms around them both and Riku gagged. Maybe they were hugging a little too tightly.

Eventually Tidus released him and Riku.

Tidus bounced around happily and Riku stood in his usual cool way. And yes. As always, he did look cool.

Sora had always admired Riku. He was the coolest person he knew. They'd been friends for as long as he could remember, ever since kindergarten. Sora had found him kicking sand at one of the smaller kids, and had told him to stop, and they just… became friends, as you do.

But, It's okay to admire your best friend… right?

Of course you could admire your best friend! Of course you could... but there was a little voice in the back of Sora's head telling him that maybe it was more than admiration. Maybe Sora had finally found his first real crush! But, wait - he shouldn't get so excited. He wasn't GAY? Gay? Pfft. Sora? No.

Or was he? He'd always wondered why Kairi made sure he knew how to put on make-up. Not that he ever wore it.

It didn't matter anyway, because he knew that Riku could never like him in that way.

Ah, Riku. Quite possibly the hottest guy in school - always has a band of fan girls (and boys, much to Sora's disgust) following him around. Riku always told Sora that really they were after the brunette, not the silvery haired boy. But, Riku was always trying to make Sora feel better, considering that nowadays all Sora did was talk to Roxas, shout at Demyx (which was very odd) and play video games.

So, what would Riku want with Sora?

Especially when he had Kairi.

As if on cue, Kairi walked up to the group.

"Hey guys! Did you have a good summer?" She asked warmly, as she slipped her hand into Riku's. Sora could have sworn he saw a flicker of annoyance flash across Riku's face, but it vanished so quickly Sora decided he must have imagined it.

"Um… Yeah! Just great, you?" Sora replied, flashing her a brief smile before pretending to be trying to pick a bit of gum off the floor with the toe of his shoe.

"Yeah! I had a great time! I only got back from holiday so I spent all my time with my Riku!" she laughed. "I tried to get hold of you Sora but you said you were busy."

Sora had to restrain himself from throttling her. He knew she was just messing around. Kairi was his other best friend, equal to Riku. Well, she had been, before he had taken to ignoring her calls. She didn't know how he felt about Riku. If she did, he doubted there would be any question in her actions.

"Your Riku! Jeez! You're such a couple now!" Sora snapped angrily, without realising what he had said, Kairi had that sort of look like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, and Riku was blinking. A couple of seconds later the brunette shook his head, realising what he had just said and scratched his cheek, "Joking! Like I'd ever say something like that, huh!" He proceeded to walk over and in between them, draping his arms round both their shoulders.

Kairi seemed to have accepted Sora's joke and was busy twittering on about how they never get to see each other any more. Sora was nodding to her to show that he was listening, but he could notice in the background, Riku was watching him suspiciously. Maybe he'd seen through Sora's finishing note.

Well, At least he was getting the boy's attention.

-x-X-x-

Axel leant against his locker, checking his crisp timetable. It told him that he had German next. And, as before, he had it with Old Mrs. Mole-head. He shuddered. Just the sight of her made him cringe. She was an old mole. Who could see. That was it; Axel had finally found out the secret she'd been hiding for years and years. She was actually a mole in disguise, but she could see so she had to run away from her clan, as they'd kick her out if they knew she could see.

Or something like that.

As he walked through school (or CrapHole as he affectionately nicknamed it) people waved to him, and girls swooned at the sight of him. He hoped this year would be as entertaining as last year, but having German without Demyx didn't sounded like a very uninteresting start.

As soon as he reached the classroom he took his usual spot, right at the very back, where Ol' Missus Mole-Head wouldn't notice him, if he did something... inappropriate. Like throw gum at someone's head, or listened to his I-Pod.

He slumped down in his chair, resting his muddy boots on top of the table. He surveyed his surroundings. They had repainted the room. It was a horrid sick colour, tainted with orange. It felt the same, on how you feel when you step in a really stuffy car and decide that this time, this car is the one that will make you barf.

His eyes wandered the seemingly full up room, looking out for any interesting faces, any people he recognised. He found a grand total of none.

And suddenly the bell went off, and Ol' Mole-Head came in with that expression on her face that just reads 'Get-in-any-later-than-this-and-you're-fucked-my-friend'.

She swept her way through the desks to the front of the room.

"Guten Morgan, Klasse!" She barked, making several girls squeal in fright.

"Nein!" She yelled, slamming a hand down on one of the desks. The unfortunate occupants of that desk nearly fell out of their chairs. "When I say 'Guten Morgan, Klasse!' you reply: 'Guten Morgan, Frau Molesworth!' let's try again!

GUTEN MORGAN, KLASSE!"

"Guten Morgan, Frau Molesworth." Came the weak reply.

The teacher sighed in defeat.

"Fine. Workbooks. Page one, GET ON WITH IT!"

From the safety of the back row, Axel let out a snort and proceeded to take out his workbook from his satchel and flipped to the front page.