D.I.V.E. University.

D.I.V.E. University: The Detention Room Show and All The Love Between Us

Xabi was the producer of the university TV shows, and he was good at his job. His partners? Not so much. Like the presenter...

"Xabi!!!" Thomas voice was shattering his ear as soon as he picked up the phone.

He was still on his way to the class. Not in the class yet, so he picked up the phone. "What is it?"

As soon as he answered Thomas started chattering, "You remember my idea for a break show, right? Recess show, passing time show, whatever. We haven't decided yet. Anyway, you should come to the detention room, okay? We got an exclusive interview there."

Xabi cut him off, "I haven't given you a permission! And it's ten minutes before the class starts!"

"That's why it's the break show! Look, I have managed to skip our class. Basti and Lukas couldn't skip their class. So they managed to be sent off to the detention room—"

"What?!" Xabi didn't want to go to the detention room, but he felt like he had some responsibility to whatever his stupid crew was doing, so he ran to the detention room as fast as he could with three heavy books under his arm, and phone on the other hand.

Thomas continued, "Well, we need our camera men, right? They wanted to glue Mr. Low's chair, but it's getting old and the last time they did that, they ended up cleaning the chair instead of being sent off the class. Then they remember they haven't do their homework, so they glued the homework pages from Mr. Low's book together, hoping if he can't find the page, the homework would be called off. But it didn't work, and he didn't seem to send them out the class. So they go with the old trick, they called each other with the ringtone so loud, and they talked on their phone with speaker—"

The detention room was in another building, so he had to cross the field for a shortcut. But the field was filled with a lot of birds, even more people, lying on the ground, on their feet, on bikes—and he crashed with one of them, and he landed on the ground, rather ungracefully.

The sound of the crash and his whine in pain might have gone through the phone, because when he put his phone back to his ear Thomas had stopped his babbling. "What is that?"

"Nothing," Xabi winced in pain, started picking up his book and tried to get up. The person on bike he crashed with, lend a hand, and helped him stand up.

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, no. I'm sorry," Xabi looked up. It's Steven. Great, embarrassing himself in front of his boyfriend. He thought.

"Why are you sorry?" Thomas asked.

"No, not you!" he responded to the phone.

Steven, however, looked worried. "Hey, you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Thomas commented, "Didn't ask. But okay."

Xabi ignored Thomas' remark and started running again, but Steven grabbed his arm.

"What's the rush? Let me take you, okay? Get on the bike."

Xabi gave him a look. "I'm going to the detention room."

"Yeah, we're waiting..." Thomas sounded rather impatient.

Steven laughed, "For getting on the bike?"

This time, Xabi put his phone down on his side. "No, I'm going to the detention room!"

"Oh," Steven said. "Well, get on the bike."

They ride the bike inside the building, through the crowded hallways, the stairs, all the way to the detention room. They left a lot of mess. A lot of people screamed as they passed. Steven seemed like a very good biker, maybe acrobatic. It's a miracle they didn't crash anyone or anything. Xabi held on him for dear life. "Oh, no. I'm going to the detention room!"