A/N: Teehee, I had this idea while at an Ultimate Frisbee tourney, and jotted down the notes to write later. So here we go. It's going to be nice, short, concise chapters, but hopefully that means I'll update pretty quick. Reviews are better than Zexion in a Speedo.

p.s. Jai Alai is freaking terrifying. People die. Like, all the time. You're in this little enclosed room like in racquetball, and you fling a really heavy ball at the other team's heads using a big scoop shaped thing. Yeah.

Water Polo

Zexion shrugged his book bag further up onto his shoulder, cursing himself inwardly for being too stubborn to carry a backpack. They were just so…hideous. But this damned shoulder bag was giving him a bruise on his hip where it hit as he walked, and his shoulder was sore from the weight.

The wind gusted faster, sending even more water droplets careening into Zexion's face, stinging his eyes. Zexion hated rain, loathed it with a passion even. Water was certainly not his favorite element ever; it was almost always cold, and it made him damp. The worst part, though, was the smell. After a hard rain, everything ended up smelling musty. His clothes, his hair, other people, the thick and almost rotting scent clung to everything after a good rain storm.

Finally, Zexion reached the side door of his dorm building, eagerly pushing past into the relatively dry stairwell. Nearly slipping about 10 times on his way up the stairs, he concluded that water was DEFINITELY his least favorite element ever. Never mind that water is necessary to life, and that Zexion himself, just like all humans, was made of about 70% water. He still hated the stuff.

Delicately stepping around the puddles that had accumulated in the hallway, Zexion made it to the safety of his room, locked the door behind him, and immediately plugged in his blow drier. He did his best to dry out his clothes and hair, but ended up having to change anyway. The smell just wouldn't leave. Sighing, Zexion slipped into a dark blue bathrobe and settled in for a night of…well, homework. And boredom. He hadn't made very many friends at college, mostly because he didn't care. Or at least that's what he told himself. In reality, he was shy. Not that he would ever admit to it. Not in a million years.

But the boredom was starting to get oppressing; even his books were failing to keep him sufficiently entertained. Maybe he should join some sort of club. Yeah, that's it. A nice, quiet book club. Where he could lose himself in some novels, and not have to interact with anyone. Wait. Wait wait wait. The point here was to make friends. Or at least acquaintances. With a shudder, Zexion realized that he was going to have to step outside of his comfort zone and join a more interactive club. Perhaps the chess club…

A knock on the door interrupted Zexion's musings, and he laid down his Chemistry book, somewhat peeved by the disturbance. It certainly wasn't anyone he wanted to talk to; having zero friends meant the only visitors he got were trying to get him to go throw pies at professors for a charity event, or the like. So he was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door to the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. Sure the guy had a mohawk…no, wait…a mullet? Whatever. It didn't matter. He was blond and lean and muscular and had probably the deepest blue eyes Zex had ever had the good fortune to encounter.

"Ummm…did I come at a bad time?" Ahh, what a voice. So smooth, but with an underlying strength…huh? Oh, the gorgeous creature had asked him something. "What?" Zexion's words sounded odd to his own ears, like they were stuffed with cotton. "I said, should I come back another time?" Oh. Right. He was still in his bathrobe. That had to look strange. And, now that he thought about it, he still had a glare left on his face, although it was slowly morphing into a slack-jawed gape. That certainly couldn't look too welcoming."No, not at all" Zexion attempted to sound friendly, but it came out kind of flat and stunned.

"Oh, well, great!" the other boy chimed, cheerfully pushing past the awkward moment. " I'm Demyx, and I'm here recruiting for the club water polo team. We're just starting up this year, and we really need members, so it doesn't matter if you haven't played before. Heck, you barely even have to be able to swim! We just really need people, and we can teach you as we go. Practice is Mondays and Thursdays from 9 to 11 at the pool. Whadaya say?" As Demyx fixed him with a hopeful smile, Zexion contemplated saying something along the lines of how he wanted to makeout with this boy, this Demyx kid, to hold him and touch him and run his fingers though his hair, for, oh, the rest of eternity. But some small part of his mind reminded him that that was probably coming on too strong. So he just managed a jerky nod, and wrote his name and e-mail address down on the sheet where Demyx pointed. "Awesome! This is gonna be great. I'll see you at practice Monday!" And with that, the blond boy was gone, and Zexion realized he'd barely even said two words together.

That, and he was now on the water polo team. A sports team. That involved, of all things, water. Zexion could swim, fairly well actually, because he'd wanted to make sure he would never drown. Therefore he'd made certain he learned how to swim at an early age, so that water would not be the end of him. He was convinced that dying any other way would be far superior. And now here he was, joining probably the most ill-suited club for him on campus, all because some cute boy came around recruiting. Some very, extraordinarily cute boy.

Zexion smacked himself on the forehead, sliding his back down the closed door until he was slumped at the bottom. He already knew that he was going to go to practice on Monday. He'd almost definitely make a fool of himself, but he was nearly beyond caring. He didn't want to be crushing on someone…but his hormones were saying differently. So he got up, went over to his computer, and looked up how the heck you play water polo.