Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or its wonderful characters. I don't own the songs that inspire the chapters either. I do, however, own the MP3 Player who is helping me with this. It's glued to my ear.
Notes: My MP3 Player has 814 songs on it. By placing it on shuffle, it will pick a song for me. I will then write a chapter based on the song, either by the lyrics or my interpretation. There isn't any set plot, as I'll be writing it as I go depending on what inspires me as I listen to the songs. Though if you know me than you know Sora belongs only with Riku and Axel with Roxas, if the latter pair decides to pop up.
Song: Next Contestant by Nickleback. LOVE IT! About a guy whose girlfriend works at a bar, or someplace similar I assume. She dresses like a slut and gets hit on by a lot of men and even a few women and the guy wants to beat everyone up.
The Playlist - Next Contestant (Sora's POV)
I don't know why he drags me here, especially when he's working, I think as I lean back in my chair. Seriously! I hate the bar slash dance club thing. I hate the music and the lights and all the people. It is way too loud and headache inducing and practically claustrophobic. I hate dancing. I'm not very good at it. I tent to trip over myself. Some people call me uncoordinated. I hate drinking. I'm way too young for it anyways. Which brings up another point. How the hell did he get a job here anyways? I mean… he's only a year older than me. He just turned 18 last month. So how the hell is he working at an adult bar slash dance club thing? Why?
That right there is probably the reason why. An overly zealous woman leans over the counter, no doubt trying to show off her ample breasts. She shoves a wad of money at him and grabs for him drunkenly. I feel my mouth twist in disgust as she shoves her tongue in his mouth. And he lets her. And I want to rip her cheap hair extensions out. I'll bet anything her boobs are fake too.
I don't exactly mean the drunken slut is why he works here. It's the tips. Maybe a little bit of the attention, since girls and guys are always fawning over him and he doesn't seem to mind in the least bit. But mostly it's the tips, he says. At least I hope so. Because I could never compete with all his fans.
I look up and he's walking over and he's smiling. God. Why does he have to look at me like that? He smiles and I want to melt. Seriously! There should be a law against him smiling. Because it turns me to goo every time he does. No one else in the world can have the sort of effect on people like he does. He's just…
"Hey Sora! Having fun?"
I shrug slightly, trying to feign boredom as I lean back in my seat. "Loads." I try not to look into his eyes because that is death. Because looking in his eyes really will immobilize me. It makes me agree to anything he asks. Like coming here when he's working. All he has to do is look at me with those eyes and ask and yes, I drop to all fours and follow him around like a puppy.
He laughs and it's like the best sound in the world and makes my heart flutter. "Loosen up Sora. Want a beer or something? My treat."
I have no tolerance for alcohol. I really don't. He knows it and enjoys teasing me about it. He knows the answer and yet he asks every chance he can get. He just thinks he's so damned funny. "Uh… no." I shake my head and again don't look him in the eye. Don't look up! Don't look up! Don't look up! Because I'm likely to change my mind if I look up. "I don't drink."
He shrugs. "Well… I'll be off in an hour if you still want to come over later."
Shit… I wish there were more to what he was saying than a simple, friendly sleepover like we've done a million times. Because that is something I could so get into. He wouldn't even have to use his eyes on me. I'd drop down on all fours for another reason. Yes, I'm a pervert. But of course, there is nothing behind the sleepover than hanging out and sleeping. So I nod and lean my elbows on the table. "Sure."
He tilts his head to the side and smiles at me. Damn him. "You should come dance with me."
Well… at least that's a request I can refuse. He's working. And I REALLY hate dancing. More than drinking. Well… maybe not more than drinking. Actually… don't tell Riku this but I actually like dancing. In my room, alone. I live for DDR. That's Dance Dance Revolution. But again, don't tell him that because he'll use those eyes on me and make me dance with him in public. Again. "Dance? You're working."
"I get paid to dance on the bar too." He says, looking back and pointing. "Better tips if I drag some cute guy up with me."
Oh yeah. Dancing on the bar. Me dancing on the bar. That sounds like a really good idea. "I can't dance." Wait… did he just call me cute? "I'd fall off." I mutter.
He leans over the table, getting dangerously close. "I'll keep you from falling."
His close proximity makes me look at him and I attempt to casually lean back. Don't blush, don't blush. Stay cool. Shit. I swallow nervously and my heart feels like it's beating a million miles a minute and it's suddenly hotter and more crowded in here.
"Hey Riku! I'm not paying for you to flirt."
He stands up with a smile and turns around and I breathe out a sigh of relief for being temporarily forgotten. "That's exactly what you pay me for."
"Not when it's with your friend who does nothing but sit in the corner all night." That's one of his bosses, Kashi. He and his twin sister run the club. They're old, like really old. Like 24 or something. They go to college or something. I don't really pay attention when they talk to me. Why? Because they do it when Riku's around.
And they are both gay, the twins that is. I know that for a fact. But Riku I'm not so sure about. He dances, flirts, and kisses on guys but he does the same to girls. Better tips, he says. Is he gay? Is he straight? Bisexual? Does he only do it for the money? Or is he just a slut? Seriously. He's made out with every person in here, I swear. Except for me. And maybe the lesbian half of his twin bosses. I think she'd kick his ass if he tried, though I wouldn't put it past him.
But why should it bother me anyways? I'm just his best friend. But on the other hand, I am just his best friend. I'm not his boyfriend or even one of his drunken, desperate customers. But, fuck me; I don't want to just be his best friend. I want to be so much more.
"Sora!" My eyes find him quickly and he's up on the counter, grinding against some blonde twink. He motions for me and the twink turns and glares at me. Obliviously that means he's staken a claim on my best friend and I just want to run up there and hit the guy or kick him or injure him in some horrible, bloody way. I'd love to watch him leave limping.
I smile at the thought and quickly shake my head.
Riku shrugs and turns his attention back to the twink and god I hate what he's wearing. Riku, not the twink, though I hate his sparkly shirt as well and those orange pants? Seriously! How gayer can you get? But Riku… the sleeveless shirt is way too tight and the black jeans are way too low. And shit… even from across the room I can make out every muscle through the skin-tight fabric. And I know everyone else can too. That's why he dresses like a prostitute when he works. Some of those outfits… man! I don't know where he even finds them. Attention whore.
I don't want to watch anymore but I can't look away. He mesmerizes me. And suddenly I'm more pissed than I was a moment ago. The twink's got his hands under Riku's shirt and his lips are pressed against his pale neck. And I really want to fly across the room and rip the guy's head off now.
Riku is mine, damnit! Mine! He just doesn't know it yet. But he will. As soon as I tell him. Yep. Then all these fuckers will be sorry. Because then I will kick their asses. I can do it, too. Don't underestimate me when I get pissed enough.
So I sit here, watching him dancing and flirting with person after person, until his shift is over. I'm not sure how long it's been but I'm certain it's more than an hour. He comes strutting back over to where I've been sitting all night, a wide smile on his face. My eyes flit from him to the barely dressed girl glued to his arm. I actually know this leech. Which makes it so much worse. Because I had nothing against her before tonight.
"Come on, sweetie." She coos, rubbing her breasts against his arm. "Let's go back to my place. My parents are out of town tonight." Shit… can she be more obvious and easy? Have a little more respect for yourself. Not that I wouldn't throw myself at him as well if he'd look at me. But it's so not the same. It isn't.
"Sorry. But I've got plans." He says, looking over at me and winking.
She turns and glares at me as she attempts to pull him away. "Oh come on! Him over me? I know you like to flirt with guys but… seriously! What do you want with him?" She sneers as she says it, like I'm the most revolting person in the world. It doesn't surprise me. It's not the first he's passed up one of his fans for me. And it won't be the last.
Riku turns sharply and pries her hands off. I can tell instantly from his posture and I smile. He always jumps to defend me. "He's my best friend." He snaps protectively.
"Oh… I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything!" She smiles at me as she grabs for his arm again. "Hello. I'm Cyndi."
"I know." I say, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms. Yeah, she lost several points in my book. Not that I really liked her before or anything. Just really knew her in passing. Thought she was nice enough and sort of pretty. But now? "We have a class together."
"Oh!" She looks surprised. Clearly, she doesn't recognize me. I can't blame her though. I tend to blend in in that class. "Well I…"
"We have to get going." Riku says, interrupting her and prying her off again. He steps around her and I stand up to follow him, really wanting to be as far from the place as I can get.
"But… I thought that… you and I…" She's stammering and I think she looks pathetic and desperate, just like all the others.
"Plans, baby." He says with his trademark smile. Sometimes I want to slap him just as much as the fans. He really can be full of himself. I'm surprised that ego of his can fit through the doorway. "Can't cancel them for anything. Not even you."
She pouts and her bottom lip sticks out and damnit. "When can I see you again?"
He shrugs slightly and looks away from her. I can tell he's bored of her and he wants to flee as much as me. "I'll be here tomorrow night."
"Away from here." Her eyes twinkle when she says it. I know exactly what she's getting at and it turns my stomach.
"Too busy. Sorry." He grabs my arm and pulls me towards the door.
I feel vaguely bad for the girl as I turn back to look at her. She looks hopelessly lost. I can't blame her. He has the same effect on me. But I'm happy he's leaving with me and not her.
Some might call him a player. But he's not really. He never promises them anything or leads them on. He never leaves with them or sees them outside of work. Just harmless flirting. It's all about tips. I guess that makes him sound like a cold bastard or something. But I can't complain. Because like I said. He's leaving with me. And just like all of them, I'm hooked on him. Always have been.
"Sorry about that." He says as we climb into his jeep. "Cyndi can get pretty clingy."
"And jealous." I say with without thinking and I can feel my heart thumping faster. Because saying she's jealous is implying she has someone to be jealous about. Me. Which, of course, suggests something going on between him and me. Which there isn't. Though yes, I admit I wish that weren't true. Damn. Why can't I keep my big mouth shut?
But he just laughs and nods and I guess doesn't make the same connection or he just doesn't comment on it. "Yeah. Very jealous."
I bite my tongue to keep from saying anything more. It's not only Cyndi who can get clingy. And jealous. Because despite my complaining of being drug around when he's working, I really don't mind. Because I want to sit there and watch him. I want to keep an eye on him. Or, more importantly, an eye on all the desperate fawners. I have to make sure they don't get too close.
"Come on. Back to my place."
He means nothing by that and I know it. Because whatever he is… gay or bisexual or whatever… he sees me as nothing more than a friend.
But that thought doesn't stop me from wanting to kill everyone who touches him.
Notes: Again, no plot and no set update schedule. Just whenever I get the urge to sit down and hit shuffle.
