A/N: Yes, the title is "Away", not "A Way". It was done intentionally, trust me. Anyways, people tell me I have good writing skills, so I wanted to try it on something that doesn't have to do with school. Chapter names will either be song names or lyrics from a song. I give cookies to the person who mentions the song. O.o

Oh, I made Roxas's name French, so pronounce it that way. It is pronounced "Leh-TWAH"

Okay, so first questions. The title of this story is the name of a song. Can you give me who made the song without looking it up? Also, from what band's song is the line "Sixteen's Unsafe" from? Hint is punk rock…mwahaha :)

Thanks, and please review.

Summary: Suicidal. Emo. Dumbass. Maybe even a "queer" every once in a while. I needed someplace new, or at least to get out of this god-forsaken place. This is the story of my new life. --- Roxas Le Toux is finally moving to a high school on the East Coast in New York after having a horrible experience on the West in LA. Will it be the same? AkuRoku

Rating: M for Language, Smex (later-on), and Violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, jeez.

I Found Away

Chapter 1: Sixteen's Unsafe

I can't say that I haven't cried since I was 7, or something. I mean, it's not like I'm a freakin' pansy, but it's just that, you know, it's come to that. It's come to being eager to get home, and to pass the time in my room alone. It's come to keeping your head down, doing what they all say, and walking around just like it's all okay.

But it's not all okay. It's nowhere near fucking okay.

I silently beg for someone to come down and stop this pain tonight, the pain residing in this body; but of course, no one is waiting for me, watching my move, or cries when I do. I am alone. No parents to give a shit for me, no friends to lean on, nothin'.

So as this awkward silence ensues, I will let these tearful eyes continue being cold and sad, and I will wait, and I will scream inside. I will wait for someone to hear these silent cries of bloody murder. Is somebody out there, will somebody listen?

I need someplace new, or at least to get out of this god-forsaken place.

This…this, my friends, is the story of my new life.

My head is made up of memories, most of them useless from my better years. I keep thinking, "Should I go back?" I hope I won't forget these memories, as they are the only thing I can hold onto for something to enjoy in my sleep. But maybe things have changed and everything is the same as it is in LA; I sure as hell hope it isn't. I might be horribly wrong, but I can't help believing. And then I woke up; light itself became vividly clear, and I winced as the light itself hurt my oh-so-sensitive eyes.

"-rriving in New York in about 5 minutes, so we ask you to get in your seats and buckle up. Thank you for a great ride and thank you for flying Delta Airlines."

Shit!

I looked around and I found myself in the plane's bathroom with both my jeans and underpants down. Did I just sleep in the bathroom?

I quickly pull up my boxers and jeans and then wash my hands and face, and got out of the pee-ridden stall. As I got out, some of the staff stared at me, and I squirmed under my clothes as they did. What? Is it that wrong to sleep in a bathroom nowadays?

I pulled up to my seat, 12A, and sat next to a middle-aged woman who seemed that of Latino descent. Good thing she was sleeping, or else she would have stared at me as well, maybe ask me some questions; I just wasn't up to it for now.

I felt my stomach being displaced somewhere above me, as my stomach churned while the plane went up and down. Then the wheels' vibrations could be felt as the plane landed at who-knows MPH. I had to now think about what to do when I got out rather than every single one of the planes' aspects.

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Surprise, surprise. No one came to pick me up. I sighed as I had to use my own money to pay for a taxi in New York. I could probably go only 5 blocks though, 'cause I didn't have much money. As I motioned for a taxi to come over, I grabbed my iPod Nano, and turned on some Cobra Starship; yeah I know, they're freakin' awesome. Well, anyways, I got in the taxi and started talking to the taxi driver about my situation.

"Sir, um, I don't think I have enough money to get to where I want to go."

He turned around backwards, and I saw his purple, randomly-spiked hair bounce. He had narrow, black-colored eyes, yet not too narrow to be considered Asian, and had a normal sized nose. His eyebrows were tilted somewhat upwards, he had a "NYU" hoodie on, and some loose jeans. He also decided to answer back.

"Hmm…you seem a little young and naïve. You new around here?"

"Um, yeah, I just moved; it's my first time visiting the place in general."

"Ahh", he said. He thought for a little bit, and then continued, "Well, I've had a slow day today. Tell me where you need to go and maybe we'll work something out."

I looked down at the paper I had in my hand, and read slowly, "24 Brooks Drive, Ma-"

"Oh crap, are you serious? Really?"

He stared at me with a questioning smile. That smile, it….it reminded me of school in LA, and it worried me for a second, but I answered back sarcastically.

"No, I'm just saying some random address. Sorry."

He laughed out loud and that made me feel, like, as if things were looking up, ya know? That was the first time in New York that really made me smile, and I thought to myself, "You know what? Fuck it. Fuck whatever was there before in my head. This is a time to not be afraid to be me, to stand up for myself." And that really made me happy.

"Kid, you'll do fine around here if you're new! Look, you are about 2 houses down from me; I guess you're the new neighbor." After saying this, he did something I've rarely seen in my life; he extended his hand and said, "The name's Brian, nice to meet ya."

I started to cry.

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By now it is midnight, maybe a couple minutes after, and I had unpacked. For some reason, my mom was being nicer to me. God knows why, but I still treated her like crap for putting me through the shit she did back at ho-…I mean LA. Downstairs already stenched of booze; couldn't dad wait just one day?

Well, there were some nice things about the house; for one it was pretty damn spacious for New York. We had our separate lot in New York, which I guess takes money, which we had. I guessed that there are very few neighborhoods like this in New York near the city. Oh? Did I not mention we were rich? Well; now you know. The only thing is that my parents don't give me money or allowance or anything like that; yet, with my mom's change in attitude, how was I to know? The only reason I have an iPod is because Andrew bought it for my birthday, and I only have a laptop because I kept whining that I couldn't do well in school without one (what a great lie, I know). But other than that, I didn't have anything else for myself; I had a bed, a desk, some clothes, a closet, and some books. Oh, and I have a xBox 360 and a Wii because my dad got consistently tired of my "whining" because I didn't "appreciate the things we had in the house", so he bought both of them on the same day; I can still remember the jealous look on the cashier's face.

Second, we had a garden and pool out back. My mom was into gardening when she was on pills, booze, or mad after a fight with dad, but the flowers looked like shit after fights. She keeps on slamming the damn flowers from Home Depot into the ground after those fights. But when she wasn't in a fight or did it on her own, she was rather good at it. She once made this really huge garden after this depression of hers because her psychiatrist told her to. It healed her and made her much more happy, and even the whole family seemed okay for a while…if you consider 9 days a while. Of course, the booze kills everything. Here's a simple questionnaire that can be done to figure out the situation of our house.

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Did _________ have alcohol, marijuana, or any other narcotics?

Did _________'s stocks go down?

Does _________ not have beer in his/her house?

Does _________ not like anything on TV at the moment?

Did _________ have a "long day at work"?

If you said yes to any of these questions, __________ is FUCKING PISSED.

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I like pools; I like how it drains the energy out of you and makes you sleep so easily from the chlorine in your eyes. Just sit in the pool for 5 minutes and then go to sleep; this means no more sleepless nights, which is great for me. It has a bridge over it, so I could jump off that if I wanted as well.

Third, there is this really cool room that I doubt my parents knew about. In my bathroom shower that is in my bedroom, there are two removable tiles that have a pathway that lead to a decently sized room that is probably behind my bedroom (I always wondered where all that space went towards). I probably could store some stuff there, maybe some books and a TV, and if I could afford to, a gaming system. But for now, that would have to wait.

Lastly, and this one wasn't on the house itself, but there was an indoor ice rink that was nearby that also held hockey leagues. I was in love with hockey at the time, and always wanted to be a goaltender. I would have to see if my parents would let me. Oh, and I almost forgot.

Apparently I'm going to a good high school, by the name of Richardson High. I looked up on the website that they had many athletic teams, including hockey, which ran from fall to winter; you could bet I was so up to it. I was reading their website when the phone rang and, since my mom and dad were out at a restaurant with some of the new neighbors putting a fake "we're so friendly" act on, I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Um…is this Roxas Le…TOOX?"

I laughed, a little too hardly onto the phone. "Le-TWAH. Sort of French heritage over here." I completely forgot I was speaking with a stranger whose voice was somewhat in the teens, maybe 20's. "Who is this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, heh-heh. My name is Axel, and I'm one of the students who introduce new students over to the school. I'm supposed to, like, tell you about some basic things before you head off to school in two days and answer any of your questions and rubbish like that."

"Rubish?"

"….Sorry."

"Ha!" Hey, look at me. I was actually enjoying myself with another student at my high school. 1 point for Roxas, biatch. "Okay, talk to me."

"Oh, right…my bad." What? Was something wrong? "Anyways…do you have a pen and paper? Might wanna write this down."

"Okay, hold on a sec." I looked around my room and got my Playboy pen with some random piece of paper from my plane ticket that day on my desk next to my laptop. "Speak the shit."

"Watch the language, buddy." I was quietly embarrassed until he said, "Jay-kay."

"Okay, homeroom starts at 8:15. If you don't make it by then, you get lunch-cleaning duty. If you don't make that, you get detention; although you shouldn't worry about detention, as it's only you in a classroom silent with about 20 other students doing homework. If you can't even do that, you get 3 demerits. If you get 45 demerits throughout the course of your life at this high-school, you get kicked out; but of course, good kids like us wouldn't get 45 demerits, now would we, frenchie?"

"How would you know?", I said, with an imaginary raised eyebrow.

"Hah-hah! Looks like we got a good one here. Anyways, have you gotten your schedule?"

I was confused; was I supposed to have gotten a schedule? "………….."

"I guess that means no. Okay, go to the following website on a computer…h-t-t-p-s-colon-slash-slash-webmail-dot-richardson-dot-com. Then, and I have your login info here, login with a username of letouxr-at-richarsonhigh-dot-com and a password of 2011473; you can change the password later. Got it memorized?"

"No, I'm writing like freakin' crazy, wait a sec." I heard him laugh on the other side and then I finally got on my computer, logged in, and then said, "Now what?"

"Okay. There should be an email from the school with a copy of your schedule attached to it and some message; don't bother reading it, just download the attachment and print it."

"Got it."

"Okay. Now let me continue with what I was saying; after 8:15, you have announcements, and then about 10 minutes of last minute cramming for tests or homework. Then you follow your schedule. At 3, school ends and you can go home, or do your sport. Sport sign-ups should be next week; what sports are you interested in?"

I faltered for a second, but casually said, "Um, I play soccer, and I play a little street hockey as a goalie…I can skate okay normally, I just need to try ou-"

"Are you serious? Sweet God, YES!"

"…..What?"

"Okay, first off, I play hockey and soccer as well. We have an ice hockey JV and Varsity Team, and the same for soccer. Our last goalie, Demyx, had to move and he was only decent. We were hoping on a prayer a new goalie would come in. Oh, what position do you play in soccer?"

"Uh…I play center-attacking midfield. You?"

"Center-defender. This is awesome man…Oh! On your schedule, does it say your locker number and combo?"

I flipped the paper I put on my desk and replied with a yes. "Where is it?"

"….You know what, let's just meet up tomorrow, early. Let's say, 7:30, at the main office; it shouldn't be too hard to find. You good with that?"

"Yeah. Hey, what do you look like?"

I felt a pause for a second, and then some weird laugh. "Well, I have red hair," he said. Oh, great; a fucking ginger. He continued on with, "green eyes, probably some black jeans and a orange shirt, and a smoking hot body." I could hear him laughing a little at his homojoke.

"You're so damn funny. I'm laughing so much. Ha. HAAAAAAaaaa…"

"You know, you are really good at killing jokes." That's where I laughed. "Okay, how do you look like?"

"You'll find out."

"What?! Com-", he said.

"Sorry buddy, got to go!" And with that, I hung up the phone. I silently grinned and then looked at the clocked; it was about 9:45. Hey, why shouldn't I have gone to sleep? I had a day to waste the next day, and waste it I was going to do.

Things were looking up for me. I already at least had an acquaintance to hang around with, and I had a new rap sheet to only fill-in in two days. It's days like these where you can think sweet salvation on probably what will be the most difficult year in school; junior year. But for then, I wrapped myself under the covers, turned the iPod up to amplify my life, and drifted off into one of the best damn sleeps I had had in such a long time.

Okay, gotta go to sleep. I'm in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico right now for vacation and I'm getting too tired for it to be a vacation. Peace outz.

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