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So what if I’m impatient?

I don't care. Why should anyone else? It's not my fault that Larxene seriously spends way too much time in the godforsaken bathroom. Or that I had to spend ten minutes trying to get Roxas up. Ten minutes of which I could have been using to get into the shower first. And ten minutes of which that I could have been ready to go and not running late; therefore resulting in my non-impatience this very Thursday morning.

Yeah. I'm not a very good morning person, eh?

"Larxene, come on!" I yelled to her through the door. I expected to get a very angry, snappy comeback screeched back at me, however, the apocalyps must be coming. For my little sister came out of the bathroom. Wow. I man wow. She listened...? Maybe she could be turning over a new leaf. Maybe she has seen the light that is happiness and forgiveness.

Maybe.

But... then would she still be looking at me like five thousand knives are going to shoot from her eyes and stab me in the face?

Maybe.

"Shut up, Demyx!" The words spat into my face, like, literally. "I just had to finish putting on my eyeliner, okay?! Jeez!"

And wih that, the blond bitch walked down the hall toward her room. Fuck... That was kind of scary. Ah well. Not my fault that she took up my bathroom time.

I shrugged it off and resumed to take my shower and get ready for school.

This morning wasn't as bad as yesterday, though. I was actually awake and ready for everything -- well, at least for the bus to come. However, I did feel a bit sorry for poor Roxas, he looked about as dead as our old cat five years ago. That's pretty bad, by the way. Poor Fluffy-kins.

"Hey, Rox," I said, nudging my younger brother on the shoulder lightly. "Come on, look alive, the bus is coming."

And, as if on cue, the bus stopped in front of us, opening the door expectantly. And, as per usual, we all stacked on, sitting in our normal seats. I went back to sit with Zexion. Axel and Roxas sat in front of us. And for now, everything seemed okay. But, I had that same feeling again. Difference...? Whatever.

Shrugging it off, I plucked a head phone out of Zexion's ear and placed it into mine, listening to music on the way to school. Axel was engaged in conversation with Roxas, not even greeting me. He seemed to be pretty excited about tomorrow night, although I now had the feel ing that I would have to keep a close eye on my baby brother and his red headed boyfriend. Don't want anything to happen...

"Dem, come on, we're almost there," Zexion said, his voice still the usual almost monotone; that's not different. "Relinquish the head phone."

"Huh, oh yeah, sure," I laughed as I took out his headphone and gave it back to him. He put it up in his bag and then placed his hand on Axel's seat as we hit the speed bump. I waited for the bus to pull up to the curb before I stood up and waited in the asile for Axel and Roxas to get out before me. Zexion was behind me and we all made out way inside.

Yay school. Just what I want to do today.

Everyone always seemed to move slower on Thursdays. I'm not sure why. But we waited for a while to sign in. How boring.

Hm... Thursdays just have no point to them.

Yeah. See: Monday is the beginning of the week. Tuesday is the day to recover from the grogginess of Monday. Wednesday is the middle of the week; or so it is nicknamed "HumpDay" by Axel and me. Friday is the end of the week. And Saturday and Sunday is the weekend. Get it? Thursday has no point whatsoever.

Ever think about it?

Maybe that's why it took forever to get signed in. We didn't even have time to sit and meet up before first block started. Zexion and I went to Technology in silence. We did the same thing as always; sit around and "work on our projects." Not different.

Second block went smoothly as well. I doodled as Fulcon lectured about something. I even got called on to answer a question. Granted, I didn't know nor do I remember what the question was or was about, but apparently I gave a good enough answer for her: "Uh, I'm not sure." Totally. It at least got me through. Maybe it was that 'Thursday Disease' that didn't land me in detention. She was so phased by it being... today, that she didn't even have time to think about giving me detention; she decided giving a brutal glare was good enough for me. Sure. I'll go with that.

Nothing else happened in Lit. Everything was the usual monotone, bland, boring way it always was. Disappointing, I know.

Something... is still different.

Lunch followed, of course. Yay for spaghetti. Who doesn't love noodles splattered with pasta sauce? Yummy.

The only conversation during lunch was about upcoming exams and - what else? - Axel's party. It was mostly him talking about it. How his parents were going to be gone until Sunday. How the party started at eight thirty. How there would be all kinds of nice junk food. And even how we were all going to be forced to swear on our very souls never to let it get out to any of the parents; so as Axel would stay alive for a bit longer. At least until graduation.

"Hey, Dem, I've got a favor to ask ya," Axel said as he and I parted from the others and made our way to third block. I muttered a small what, which may have been a mistake. "Could I, uh, maybe borrow about... twenty five dollars or so...?"

"Gosh, why did I know I would regret it?"

"Because you've been friends with my since fifth grade-"

"And that's a bit too long... Yeah, sure. I'll get my allowance tomorrow anyways. Just pick me up early at my house and we'll go pick up some things you need."

"Yeah sure."

I shook my head at him as we entered the classroom. Leave it to Axel to ask for money at just about the last minute. Of course.

I guess history wasn't too bad today, though. The teacher let us have a free day, probably because he was just too lazy to teach anything. But, hey, I'm not complaining one bit. At least I got to catch up on Twelfth Lit a bit... by about three pages.

"Come on, Dem." I looked up from the text book to Axel. He had swung his bag over his shoulder and was waiting for me to get up, I presume. "Come on, Demyx; let's go. He doesn't care if we stick around or not."

"I think it'd be better just to stay here, Ax-"

"Demyx! Let's go! Zexion has corrupted your mind. You never do anything fun anymore!" he exclaimed quite loudly. I forced myself not to look at the others around, I could feel their stares as is. Hesitantly, I nodded and got up. Peer pressure is the worst thing in the word, ya know?

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So what if I’m impatient?

I don't care. Why should anyone else? It's not my fault that Larxene seriously spends way too much time in the godforsaken bathroom. Or that I had to spend ten minutes trying to get Roxas up. Ten minutes of which I could have been using to get into the shower first. And ten minutes of which that I could have been ready to go and not running late; therefore resulting in my non-impatience this very Thursday morning.

Yeah. I'm not a very good morning person, eh?

"Larxene, come on!" I yelled to her through the door. I expected to get a very angry, snappy comeback screeched back at me, however, the apocalyps must be coming. For my little sister came out of the bathroom. Wow. I man wow. She listened...? Maybe she could be turning over a new leaf. Maybe she has seen the light that is happiness and forgiveness.

Maybe.

But... then would she still be looking at me like five thousand knives are going to shoot from her eyes and stab me in the face?

Maybe.

"Shut up, Demyx!" The words spat into my face, like, literally. "I just had to finish putting on my eyeliner, okay?! Jeez!"

And wih that, the blond bitch walked down the hall toward her room. Fuck... That was kind of scary. Ah well. Not my fault that she took up my bathroom time.

I shrugged it off and resumed to take my shower and get ready for school.

This morning wasn't as bad as yesterday, though. I was actually awake and ready for everything -- well, at least for the bus to come. However, I did feel a bit sorry for poor Roxas, he looked about as dead as our old cat five years ago. That's pretty bad, by the way. Poor Fluffy-kins.

"Hey, Rox," I said, nudging my younger brother on the shoulder lightly. "Come on, look alive, the bus is coming."

And, as if on cue, the bus stopped in front of us, opening the door expectantly. And, as per usual, we all stacked on, sitting in our normal seats. I went back to sit with Zexion. Axel and Roxas sat in front of us. And for now, everything seemed okay. But, I had that same feeling again. Difference...? Whatever.

Shrugging it off, I plucked a head phone out of Zexion's ear and placed it into mine, listening to music on the way to school. Axel was engaged in conversation with Roxas, not even greeting me. He seemed to be pretty excited about tomorrow night, although I now had the feel ing that I would have to keep a close eye on my baby brother and his red headed boyfriend. Don't want anything to happen...

"Dem, come on, we're almost there," Zexion said, his voice still the usual almost monotone; that's not different. "Relinquish the head phone."

"Huh, oh yeah, sure," I laughed as I took out his headphone and gave it back to him. He put it up in his bag and then placed his hand on Axel's seat as we hit the speed bump. I waited for the bus to pull up to the curb before I stood up and waited in the asile for Axel and Roxas to get out before me. Zexion was behind me and we all made out way inside.

Yay school. Just what I want to do today.

Everyone always seemed to move slower on Thursdays. I'm not sure why. But we waited for a while to sign in. How boring.

Hm... Thursdays just have no point to them.

Yeah. See: Monday is the beginning of the week. Tuesday is the day to recover from the grogginess of Monday. Wednesday is the middle of the week; or so it is nicknamed "HumpDay" by Axel and me. Friday is the end of the week. And Saturday and Sunday is the weekend. Get it? Thursday has no point whatsoever.

Ever think about it?

Maybe that's why it took forever to get signed in. We didn't even have time to sit and meet up before first block started. Zexion and I went to Technology in silence. We did the same thing as always; sit around and "work on our projects." Not different.

Second block went smoothly as well. I doodled as Fulcon lectured about something. I even got called on to answer a question. Granted, I didn't know nor do I remember what the question was or was about, but apparently I gave a good enough answer for her: "Uh, I'm not sure." Totally. It at least got me through. Maybe it was that 'Thursday Disease' that didn't land me in detention. She was so phased by it being... today, that she didn't even have time to think about giving me detention; she decided giving a brutal glare was good enough for me. Sure. I'll go with that.

Nothing else happened in Lit. Everything was the usual monotone, bland, boring way it always was. Disappointing, I know.

Something... is still different.

Lunch followed, of course. Yay for spaghetti. Who doesn't love noodles splattered with pasta sauce? Yummy.

The only conversation during lunch was about upcoming exams and - what else? - Axel's party. It was mostly him talking about it. How his parents were going to be gone until Sunday. How the party started at eight thirty. How there would be all kinds of nice junk food. And even how we were all going to be forced to swear on our very souls never to let it get out to any of the parents; so as Axel would stay alive for a bit longer. At least until graduation.

"Hey, Dem, I've got a favor to ask ya," Axel said as he and I parted from the others and made our way to third block. I muttered a small what, which may have been a mistake. "Could I, uh, maybe borrow about... twenty five dollars or so...?"

"Gosh, why did I know I would regret it?"

"Because you've been friends with my since fifth grade-"

"And that's a bit too long... Yeah, sure. I'll get my allowance tomorrow anyways. Just pick me up early at my house and we'll go pick up some things you need."

"Yeah sure."

I shook my head at him as we entered the classroom. Leave it to Axel to ask for money at just about the last minute. Of course.

I guess history wasn't too bad today, though. The teacher let us have a free day, probably because he was just too lazy to teach anything. But, hey, I'm not complaining one bit. At least I got to catch up on Twelfth Lit a bit... by about three pages.

"Come on, Dem." I looked up from the text book to Axel. He had swung his bag over his shoulder and was waiting for me to get up, I presume. "Come on, Demyx; let's go. He doesn't care if we stick around or not."

"I think it'd be better just to stay here, Ax-"

"Demyx! Let's go! Zexion has corrupted your mind. You never do anything fun anymore!" he exclaimed quite loudly. I forced myself not to look at the others around, I could feel their stares as is. Hesitantly, I nodded and got up. Peer pressure is the worst thing in the word, ya know?