Can't Break the Attraction

So I decided to start writing again, and it turned into this! (What the fuck happened to my Sora!? XD) lol well this isn't going to be a happy story. In the middle it gets happy but towards the end, it is going to get fucking depressing o.o ENJOY!

Also, yes. I understand that I don't write like this much, but hey, this turned into a great idea in my head! 3

When you're try to ask that one person out, your heart starts pumping at that point. Until that point, you feel at least a little bit calm around them. However, something happens when you walk up to them to talk about how you feel, and you can feel your blood boiling, your heart racing so fast, and your cheeks burn a bright red.

It happens for everyone, even the tough guys who ask girls out. Sora, however, nobody knew the secret, but he was able to keep his cool when he asked the cutest girl out. Kairi Strife, the girl with burgundy red hair, soft tan skin, and bright sapphire eyes. Sora's heart never raced when he asked a girl out. His face was always pale, and his expression with them, even if they answered yes, it would be straight. A thing about Sora though was that he wasn't into sports, wasn't all that outgoing, and every single time he would ask a girl out, they would get excited and say yes.

Not Kairi though.

"I'm sorry, but I like someone else." She said. Sora stared at the ground slightly, sighing softly and walked off. He didn't want to hear anything else from the pretty voice that escaped from those glossy pink lips. It didn't get him down that much. It was just one girl, not like high school love lasted.

They never lasted.

English project was flipped out and spread all over Sora's bed that night. He continued to think about him being rejected that day as he kept looking over his notes over Romeo and Juliet. It all confused him as he tried to just ignore the events that happened that day. He tried to focus on the assignment that he was stuck alone doing. Everyone else got a partner, but with they're being an odd number, Sora volunteered to work alone. It was alright though, since nobody in his English class was really worth the time of day to him.

He was strange; everyone else came across even weirder since they weren't like him, so it was best that he wasn't with anyone.

Sora continued to work, until his cell phone buzzed with a text message. Must've been from Tidus or Roxas. It also could possibly be his mom or just some random ad appearing. It surely enough was Roxas, telling him to be downstairs ready to go at seven. What? So Sora closed the laptop and grabbed skinny jeans, a blue belt, his favourite red band t-shirt, and his black fingerless gloves. Six forty-five. Damn it Roxas, not even enough time to shower.

All that was left was to just spray the shit out of himself. He was most likely being taken away to another club. It was like this every Friday night. Club, try to meet a girl to bang the next night and do the same next Friday night. Sora sighed, growing tired of the routine, though he never did find a girl, he just left usually, texting Roxas that he was heading to her place, when in reality he was going to Wakka's to kill the Nintendo.

"Sora!" came the same tone when Sora was running late. Sora let out a soft sigh before he ran down the stairs, grabbed his trench coat, and opened the front door, the light filling in the darkness of the front porch. Strong snow began to fall, the crisp air making it hard to grow warm.

"Hey there! We're late again!" Roxas smirked softly.

"Sorry, you kind of caught me on short notice… again." Sora replied.

"C'mon, we do this every Friday!" Roxas shouted.

"Yeah, but whenever I get ready to go out on a Friday night, something happens to you and it was all a waste." Sora said.

"Oh relax buddy. C'mon let's just get going!" Roxas said, grabbing Sora's wrist, pulling him off the porch and into the back seat of the black 1995 Escort.

"Where are we going this time?" Sora asked softly, staring out the window watching the snowfall softly.

"We're going to this place that Terra told me about, it's called The Rose. On Friday nights, it is a club for teenagers, but on Saturday and Sunday, it is a strip club. The girls are still going to be there, and many more high school chicks." Roxas chuckled softly.

"Why exactly do you care?" Sora asked.

"I'm worried about you man, and I heard about getting turned down by Kairi; man that sucks." Roxas said going into a deep story about a girl he met in seventh grade that he really liked named Olette. Sora stared out towards the foggy window and suddenly everything Roxas said was muffled with his own thoughts.

It didn't matter. No matter what he said, Sora just couldn't get out of these Friday night hang outs. Well, not really hang outs since more than half the night Roxas was at the bar with his friend Axel, buying shots off him. Sora was a wallflower, leaned back against the wall most of the time. He would be offered to dance by a few girls, but he respectfully declined them, certainly not interested in any of them.

The car finally came to a stop, and when Sora turned his head, he saw bright pink and green neon lights flashing against the building, the letters spelling out "The Rose" in soft lettering.

"Ready? Lots of older chicks are in there too." Roxas smirked, opening the door and grabbing Sora's wrist again. He hated it when Roxas called girls chicks. It was crude and very unnerving. He didn't answer Roxas, just followed behind him while Roxas pulled on his arm.

They shuffled through the crowd, getting passed the door before they locked from how packed it was. "So lucky!" Roxas smirked. Damn it…

"Oh, Axel's here! See you in a little bit!" Roxas said. More like three hours man… Sora sighed softly, shuffling through the crowd and searching for a small corner to stand in. There were too many girls, older men and women here. Everyone looked to be maybe in their twenties or so, occasionally a few teenage girls that we no younger than 16 passed by.

Strange songs started playing with an erotic beat, moans could be heard from those songs while the kids and young adults started "dancing" on the dance floor. Sora stood, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his coat pockets. He furrowed his eyebrows, feeling something crumbled up like a piece of paper. He pulled it out, opening it and staring at the words written across:

Pathetic. Worthless.

Oh yeah. That note.

Took forever to get over the guy that passed this note to Sora in History class. It's rather strange though, he got this note last year. What's it still doing there?

Whatever the reason was, he shoved the note back into his pocket, this time into his jeans pocket.

"Alone?"

"Hmm?" Sora asked, looking up to a pair of large blue eyes and soft blonde hair that parted to the right shoulder. It was a girl that looked 15, but was probably older than that.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Sort of. My friend is at the bar right now." Sora said.

"Oh… well my name is Naminé." She said.

"Sora."

"Suits your eyes." Naminé said, smiling softly at him. Sora tried to keep his expression straight, looking back into the girls eyes.

"Thanks." He replied softly.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked, staring down at her flipflops, nails painted deep blue.

"Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer." Sora chuckled softly.

"That's alright, me neither." She smiled, offering a hand.

"I really would just rather not." Sora said, this time slightly stern.

"C'mon, it's just one dance." Naminé said, rolling her hip slightly to the side and placing her free hand on that hip.

"Naminé, I'm just here for my friend. I don't want to dance with you." He had only one more alternative to say if she didn't accept his answer.

"So? Your friend isn't here now is he? Please, just one dance?" Naminé asked, widening her eyes in a pouty way. Her eyes, facial expression, and overall looks just reminded Sora of Kairi.

"Naminé. I'm gay." Sora sighed, looking into her eyes and keeping his usual straight face. Her eyes lost contrast and she just stared at him, hurt and confused. Her mouth was open slightly but no words came out.

"I think you should just go." Sora said. She nodded softly, turning away and walking to some other teenage girls. He smirked and turned his eyes away from her forever. She wasn't going to last anyway.

Thirst began to quench Sora a few moments after the blonde girl left. He walked towards the bar, trying to find Roxas or some kind of bartender. And boy did he walk in on the wrong time.

He was unable to say anything when he caught sight of Roxas. He certainly had a "friend" named Axel, but it was no "friend" that Sora thought he was. No, Roxas was sucking face with this guy, something Sora never knew that his best friend was capable of. No words came out. Just the thought made him speechless.

Sora turned away, walking back to his corner, thinking at this point he'd rather die of thirst.

The crowd was so large; it was hard to get through now. Sora wasn't even sure if he could find the corner again.

"Hey, have you seen a redhead?" a voice whispered in his ear, startling Sora. He turned, facing where the voice came from. When he turned his head, he was staring up into bright blue eyes, much lighter than Sora's sea blue ones. They looked icy. Seductive.

"I've seen lots of redheads. Which one are you looking for?" Sora asked.

"I bet you've seen this one. Spiky red hair. Black tears on his cheeks for tattoos." It was a male Sora was speaking to, those bright eyes pulling him in, silver hair complimenting the colour as well.

"Y-Yeah I've seen him around. Recently actually. Umm… you wouldn't happen to know who he's with… do you?" Sora asked, stuttering a little.

"Probably that same blonde haired kid he's been dragging out at different clubs for the past three months." Roxas. You. Are. Dead.

"Oh then yes, I know where he is. He is in the back of the bar."

"Thanks… wait. How do you know that he'd be with someone?" the male asked.

"That blonde haired kid is my friend sadly." Sora grumbled a little.

"I knew you looked familiar." He said, smirking softly at him.

"Eh?" Sora asked, furrowing his brows a little.

"You're Sora. Roxas talked about you a lot and showed Axel and me pictures of you." He said, giving off that small devilish smirk.

"He does that, not like I care." Sora crossed his arms as he said it.

"Seems like you don't care for him all that much."

"Well, I mean he's my best friend but he never told me about what he was really doing with Axel. It pisses me off sometimes." It earned a chuckle from the older male.

"Believe me, seeing those two on his bed is not exactly comforting."

"…what in the world is he doing in Axel's bed?" Sora asked.

"You wouldn't want to know. I feel sad that I know myself." Blood started rushing to his head; Sora was getting a little sickened at the conversation.

"I bet I wouldn't want to know." Sora whispered a little.

"Well that's okay. Thanks for telling me where that moron is. Maybe we'll meet again." He said, turning away and walking off.

"Yeah, see ya." Sora whispered, turning away himself, but he looked back to take in the physical aspect of him. He looked fit, muscular but not buff. He was probably a soccer player, the way his legs carried him from point A to point B. Once out of sight, Sora turned to walk back to the corner.

Then the one thing struck his mind, it completely slipped his mind until he was standing alone with the lights reflecting off him.

"What the fuck is his name?"