It didn't.
It kind of sucked to be at a party and have somebody you're interested in there. Like Roxas.
With his girlfriend. Namine.
Yeah, I know. Ain't that a bitch?
They don't even look right together. She's like the female version of him.
Except she's ugly. Dumb whore.
Now I'm stuck watching everybody else dancing and having fun.
Your typical party, four people in the corner smoking weed: Cloud, Leon, Zexion, and Riku; four preppy girls in a line dry-humping each other: Yuffie, Kairi, Selphie, and Aerith.
Music too loud to really hear any part of it but the beat, and the lights are almost out so you can barely see, with a strobe light on the table making the room like pretty trippy.
And between flashes I saw them, and it pisses me off like hell.
That whore just grinding against him.
And Roxas doesn't mind that at all, grasping her hips and laughing into her ear.
And what really ticked me was knowing I only hated her because I wanted to be that whore.
What did she have that I didn't?
A vagina, dipshit. I would mentally tell myself, a rack, but she really didn't have one.
I'm was just the typical outcast of the party at this point, because I really don't feel like dancing, smoking weed, or laughing at the stupid girls in the line.
I feel like beating the shit out of somebody. A bleach-blonde somebody.
Then Larxene sits next to me and grins, and we just start talking, because we're both completely bored.
"Shitty party."
"Probably not. We're probably the shits here." She had a point.
"Whatev'." I crushed the cigarette in the ash tray and shrugged. She was dressed pretty rad, red skirt with a black, studded chain belt; a white half-shirt and black fishnets over her torso. She had on a spiked choker, and a red streak through that crazy hairstyle of hers. The colors reminded me of cotton candy, the blonde and the red.
I was suprised nobody was hitting on her.
"So, this kinda sucks. But only for us." I laughed at that one, and nodded in the smoker's direction;
"Wanna get high?" She cackled and got up, which was, 'yes', in her language, so I followed her and we sat by the guys in the corner.
Wierd how friends can just cheer you up.
The guys were all pitifully high. It was hella funny, though. "Woahhh, Cloud, you look. You look seriously. Are you listening? Cloud? Hey, hey Cloud. You look. You look hot. Did I ever tell you? That you looked hot?" Zexion laughed, taking a long drag as he listened to Leon babble.
Cloud looked dazed. "No-ho-hooooo, Leon, you haven't. Did I ever tell you? That YOU looked hot?" The brunette let out an uncharacteristically high laugh, and shook his head no.
Four minutes later they were making out.
Me and Larxene were laughing between drags of the blunt Cloud and Leon'd dropped in their actions. Maybe the party didn't suck too badly. I turned to look at Riku, who seemed awfully tired. "Riku? Hey. RIKU," I snapped in front of the dazed boy's face. Riku didn't blink. "What it do, Axel?"
"Dude," I took another drag, his eyes flicking back, "You look fucking dead." Riku stirred slightly.
"Did you just say you want to fuck my head?" Larxene snorted at that, which set Zexion off laughing. Snorts will never stop being funny.
"No, dumbass. I said you look fucking DEAD." Riku shrugged, "If you say so, Axel." He fell forewards and started fumbling on the my belt. I just stared, stunned for a moment before shoving him off.
"Are you fucking retarded?"
"You want to fuck me harder? But... we haven't started yet." I slapped myself in the face. "Forget it." Riku didn't reply, but rolled his eyes as if exasperated.
Larxene was laughing now, for no reason. Which let Axel know she was high. Zexion caught that as well. "Hey. Larx. LARX." She smiled up at him. "Chahhh, Sexion?" She always called him that, with her retarded obsession with 'Emo' boys. "Larx, wanna make out?"
"Why?" He shrugged. "Because like, its a party." So they did.
I stared at them for a few seconds and wondered why they had to be high to go that far with each other. They looked like a couple to me.
Now, thinking of couples, my head snapped over to Roxas and Namine again.
Roxas was by himself now, Namine had joined all the preppy girls.
I must've been high as shit, because I ended up heading over to him and sitting by him. He'd laughed and said; "You look a mess, Axel."
"And you look gorgeous." Then his face'd gone red for a second, gone by a few flashes of the strobe light.
"Are you high or something?"
"Probably." This must've been funny, because he laughed at that, too. I guess I'm a funny guy.
"Whats it like?"
"Just go get high yourself. Think I can describe it an' shit? Nigga please." He laughed again. Yuffie shot me the, 'thats not cool, Axel, thats RACIST' look, but I waved it off.
With my middle finger.
The blonde next to me squirmed in his seat. "Namine wouldn't want me to do that, y'know?"
"Actually, I don't give a fuck about Namine." And he got quiet, because he did.
That sort of pissed me off.
"I figured, most people don't." That took me a little off-guard. But I liked that statement. A lot.
Because it meant other people fucking hated her too.
Oh, glory. I bathed in it for those breif seconds.
Before I got punched in the back of the head.