I'm a big star{open}

[Xigbar]

I like a big car cause I'm a big star
I make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours

XîgßåΓ

The Freeshooter

"Have you been a good boy? Oh, it sounds like you haven't!"

As if mornings were his time of day. Hell, he was a night person. With the parties. With the lights. with the fun. Mornings, it was always school. Mornings, it was always nagging from teachers. Mornings, it was always 'Do This' or 'Do That'. Mornings, it was always Hell. Mornings, it was always 'Hey! No smoking in here!' Unless it was weekends. Then, people didn't give a shit about what he did. Xigbar, this morning, managed to get out of bed. Two hours late for school. But hey, at least he was going and not ditching.

He had lazyly dressed, as always and hadn't eaten breakfast. Hell, he wasn't even running to school. He had called Axel, his usual skipping buddy, last night, telling him that they should skip, but he had gotten the excuse 'My mom will ground me and then I won't be able to see Roxas'. Roxas this. Roxas that. Man, no one was any fun. So, he was going to school. In no hurry. But man, he had a headache. And no, he had not partied last night. It was these dreams. They were so confusing. Guns shooting out purple glowing bullets. And again, no, he had not partied.

He reached the front doors of the school, finding that he was in third period right now as he looked at the clock. He chuckled and he started walking to the bathroom to have a smoke. Man, he needed one right now. Anything to keep his mind off of these things.

I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar
Call it fake, I call it as good as it gets
Nothing in this world is for real
Except you are for me, and I am so yours

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[Axel]

∂αиcιиɢ ғℓαмєs⇒ʛσț ιț мємσяιzє∂

Bleh. he hated the weekdays. Why? School. Every damn day, waking up at 6 in the morning to get ready to go to hell for 6 and a half hours every day. Really, Axel didn't see the point of dragging his ass out of his warm, comfy bed every day. He'd much rather sleep. Plus, it took him so damn long to do his hair that it usually wasn't even worth it. Sometimes, if he was feeling lazy, he would pull it back. But usually, he did bother. Usually, Axel took the time because, like a lot of his friends knew, he was somewhat vain and arrogant. Axel thought he was sex walking, and for a lot of people he was. After all, he usually had girls falling at his feet. he didn't really give a damn, to be honest. The only reason he ever went to school was because he wanted to see Roxas, and if he didn't go, his mom would ground his ass. That's why, one could currently find Axel, groomed and ready for school, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth. Extra dark, just like he liked it. He knew he'd meet Roxas at school, so he wasn't too worried. After all, since he'd met Roxas, school hadn't been such hell. He actually like it, half of the time...Maybe. The days he didn't know Roxas wasn't going to be there were still awful.

Who's idea was it to shove a bunch of teens into a room where they couldn't have a smoke for six hours anyways? And whoever invented homework should be stabbed in the face with something very pointy. or burned to death. Yeah, that sounded appropriate. Axel brushed off his shirt, grabbed his bag, phone and I-pod, and headed out the door, picking his skateboard up off the porch as he went. Xigbar always made fun of him for picking up this hobby but he could go to hell. Axel didn't care; It was faster and Roxas liked it. And the two didn't get to do to much together. While they always played video games and went to the beach and arcade, sometimes, there was just nothing for the two to do. So skateboarding was something that took his mind off of classes and other shit.

He wasn't paying attention, and before he knew it, he was at the school. Dazed, he flipped his fire red skateboard up, catching it and walking towards the school. There school looked more like some weird combination between a church and a jail. It had a bell tower, but there were bars on the windows. The ones on the bathroom windows were reinforced. It was a nice school, really, just a hell hole. He hated coming here, and if he could avoid it, he would. Shaking his head, realizing that wishing school was over wouldn't do him any good, he went to take his first step up the stairs.

And then it happened.

A flash of black and red behind his eyes. Voices inside of his head.

"You can't turn your back on....!

"It's our prize..."

They'll kill you!"

"Roxas!"

Bright, sharp, spinning wheels. Fire. hot. Everything going black.

"...Was the only one I liked..."

And then, just like that, it was all over. Blinking, he noted he was standing with his foot hovering over the bottom step. His head hurt and he felt dizzy and sick. What was that? He never had flashed like that before. What was going on? Was it some kind of dream? Who was the brown haired kid? And why was Roxas there? Why did it seem so familiar? he felt sick. he needed to sit down. Dragging his way into school he found his way to first class, without even stopping to find Roxas, pressing his face into his hands.

What was going on here?

[Xigbar]

I like a big car cause I'm a big star
I make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours

XîgßåΓ

The Freeshooter

"Have you been a good boy? Oh, it sounds like you haven't!"

Xigbar spotted Axel soon enough as soon as he walked out of the "smoking" bathroom, smelling of cigarette smoke. He was calmer now and felt better, but the dreams were still on his mind. He grinned, walking towards the red head with a giant smirk on his face. So he decided to show up? Of course. To see that Roxas of his. He chuckled and rolled his eyes as he noticed Axel was probably going to class. Wow? Really? Class? He sighed and began to follow him, not wanting to go to his own class. He'll see Demyx later in English.

He didn't care if he smelt of smoke. That was normal for him. He glanced at that skateboard of his and tried not to laugh. He hated skaters. They were annoying. He was a surfer type anyways. He moved quicker, sticking to the shadows. The shadows calmed him even more and he felt almost at home. He didn't know why. He was always like that. He walked into Axel's first class and sat down in a seat next to his, knowing someone else sat there. He put his feet on the desk and a girl walked in. She was pretty with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but she wasn't his type. She scowled when she saw him and she stormed up to him, tossing her books on top of his legs, "Xigbar. Leave. Now."

Now she was mad at him? Wow, what a bitch. He just grinned, refusing to move. "How bout no. Go find another seat. I'm sitting here and there's no way you are making me move.[/color]" She glared at him and walked away, grumbling some words about him being a dirty surfer. He just laughed and waited for Axel to take his seat. After all, he needed to talk with him. Especially about these dreams.

I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar
Call it fake, I call it as good as it gets
Nothing in this world is for real
Except you are for me, and I am so yours

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