River(side) Academy

Hmm. It's been a while since I posted a story.

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"Tell me again," Pancho said, rubbing his forehead, "why you had the hallway made into a river and the stairs turned into a waterfall."

Larry stepped forward. "I'm sorry, Mayor! I only want you to get you alone to sign my 'Heros and Special Consultants' notebook."

"Again?" Pancho groaned. "Didn't I say 'no' a thousands times last year, during that field trip in Europe?"

"I keep forgetting. I only wanted to get your attention."

"You didn't have to flood the school, trap us in this room, or hire the first years to put the plan together! Now how are we supposed to go home?"

Larry smiled, which never failed to give him chills down his spine. "We could use my keyblade."

Like a paper "keyblade" will help us. Pancho turned his attention back to the fast-flowing river behind the door. The classroom was empty, save for himself and Larry, and they were practically on the top floor. It was possibly his worst nightmare come true to date. He didn't know if he could stand Larry's constant stares and giggles much longer. "Great. While we're at it, why don't we use Sabrina's dragon?"

"We could jump out the window," Larry suggested.

"And die?" Pancho snorted. "Nice plan."

"We could do it, Mayor! You could do anything!" Larry grabbed Pancho's shoulders, a wide grin on his face. "Migs would agree."

The sound of a window opening came from the side, followed by a loud thump. "Am I interrupting something?" Miguel said, his eyes coolly surveying the scene.

Pancho stepped away from Larry's grasp. "It took you long enough to get here."

"The First Lady!" Larry said.

Miguel ignored him. The title stuck ever since the field trip, more so when Pancho was re-elected as head of the Student Council, and their relationship grew ever steady. Although Migs liked playing as a girl sometimes--and people often remarked how good he was at doing it--he was definitely not a lady.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," said Miguel, earning a stare from Pancho.

A blush touched Pancho's cheeks. His pale skin made it too easy to notice, even in the dim light. "What?"

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Seryoso ka! It's to get you out of here."

 "Oh." His eyes drifted down. Finally, he noticed the belt wrapped around Miguel's waist and the long rope hooked to it. He tossed a glance at Larry. "What about him?"

"Sir Raymond will be here any second. Tara na!"

Pancho closed the distance between them, and wound his arms around Miguel's back. The belt circled his waist, tying them together. Both boys shivered with every touch. If they were a different situation, something else might have happened.

There was no time for any moments between them though. It was getting dark, and the door could barely held out against the current. Fortunately, Sir Raymond had arrived to pick up Larry. But just before Pancho and Miguel could escape, Pancho whispered, "Migs, if we don't make it... I want you to know that I love you."

Miguel froze.

"I needed to say it at least once," Pancho continued, his voice much quieter. "Sorry for being sappy at a time like this."

Then, without a word or warning, Miguel launched himself into the air. The wind roared in their ears, brushing past them in a fury. A scream ripped from their throats as the ground was fast approaching. Yet, beyond the surprise and terror they felt, was the strange feeling of happiness.

To them, the world became a blur of sunset and the first stars to touch the sky. To them, the world was a dream that couldn't possibly be real. To them, the world was made of magic.

Their feet hit the dirt, at last. It was a cold splash of reality. Literally.

The first years had been waiting for them, pails of water armed and ready. "We did it again!"

The End.