A/N: This Story I'm writing is coming from actual experiences from my actual life. If you don't like drugs, sex, alcohol and foul language, then click away. THIS STUFF REALLY HAPPENED. So if you want to know what kind of real shit goes on in my real life, just go on and keep reading. It may just be interesting enough for you.

Chapter One: Lay off, man.

I had been waiting for a text-message from him for what, 3 hours now? When I checked my phone and realized that I had 0 everything, I groaned. Sora looked at me from his spot next to me on my bed and tilted his head in confusion. "What is it?"

When I brought up this subject to Sora, he always made a stupid joke out of it, but I decided to tell him anyways. "Fucking Marluxia." I seethed and glared at my phone. All Sora did was chuckle and bob his head in a nod-type fashion.

"Told ya he's a loser, Rox. But do you ever listen to Sora? Noooo."

Sora was obviously right. Marluxia was a loser of sorts, but I couldn't just admit that. No, I refused to admit that, because he made me at least just the tiniest bit of happy. He had his good days and his bad days, though the bad days were more than the good, at least he made me happy sometimes.

"You should just dump him, Roxas." Sora's normally happy face turned into a serious scowl as he spoke. "He does nothing but make you cry. And you know what? You deserve more than that."

All he was trying to do was be a good friend, but I didn't want to listen to him, because my brain said that Sora was wrong. Wrong and jealous. Why? Because his crush didn't want him.

That was it. Sora had no idea what he was talking about, obviously. I knew exactly what I wanted and I had it; even if Marluxia did have the tendency to make me shed a few tears here and there, he was my boyfriend. He loved me, right?

"Sor, I'm fine." I reassured him and smiled when a messaged appeared on my phone screen.

Yup.

Yup? What the fuck? I send him a paragraph long message about how great it is that I get to see him tomorrow and in response I get a simple little 'yup.'?

I want to scream and throw my phone at the wall but I don't want to send Sora into another one of his 'I told you so' stages, so I smile, and reply with a smiley face.

Stupid Sora for being right about me, and stupider me for not believing him, but damn, Marluxia had my heart in his hands, and I didn't want him to drop it because of silly little doubts that interweaved into my brain.

"So, waddya wanna do?" Sora asked as he sat up-right on my bed, instead of the upside down position he had been in earlier. "We do have some weed left, correct?" he asked and cocked an eyebrow. I nodded and pulled the baggy out of my pant-pocket and waved it in-front of Sora's face like it was some type of reward he would get if he would be good.

"Can we smoke it then make a fire Roxas? Puh-lease." He almost begged and I gave him the best smile I could manage, even though I was still bummed out about Marluxia's total non-interest in me. "Yeah sure, but we better get going now."

See, my mom didn't know Sora and I did drugs, and I wanted it to stay that way. Whenever he came over, I told my mom we were walking to Yuffie's house to chill, then we'd go into the woods and smoke around two bowls of lovely Mary Jane.

Sora and I got ready. I put the weed back in my pocket and grabbed a thumb tack from my desk-drawer. We didn't exactly have a pipe or a bong, so we just used whatever we could find; which was usually a coke can.

Sora wondered his way into my kitchen and grabbed a coke out of the fridge while I went to go ask my mom for permission to take a walk down to Yuffie's house. She never questions me, she just says okay, and Sora and I head out.

We walk down the street, chatting up, making jokes, you know, the usual, and I'm really hoping that Marluxia will text me back; but I almost know he won't. Well, he won't anytime soon that is.

We check up and down the street before scampering into the opening into the woods, and walking quickly down the leaf and twig covered path to the shallow ditch, to which we would make our seats, and hide us from any people or cars that would pass by; not that any would. I live in the sticks for Christ's sake.

Sora's hands went to work quick on our make-shift bong of sorts, and it was fashioned perfectly to smoke weed out of in mere seconds. I poked holes in the top with the thumb tack, then tore a slightly bigger hole in the side for a carb.

Sora's a lot better at shredding up the weed with his speedy digits, and quickly we had a smoke-able bowl at our fingertips.

"You can have the first hit, Rox." He said with a smile, and I nodded, and then put the can up to my lips. Sora had to light it for me, and inhaled as much as my lungs could hold. I tore the can away from my mouth and handed the still smoking can to Sora.

Sora doesn't believe in wasting weed, so he greedily sucked the access smoke out and it looked just about like he was going to explode.

I didn't exhale until he passed the can back, and I could already feel the light-hearted nature of the drug affect me with feeling like a feather.

We passed the damn thing back and forth until we had smoked two whole bowls, and we were ready to head back home.

First, we hid everything, of course, well everything except the can; Sora tossed that into a deeper section of the wilderness that surrounded us.

We teetered through the sticks and leaves, and I made sure the coast was clear before we got back onto the street.

"I feel so damn good." Sora said and began swerving into me. I pushed him lightly and laughed. "Dude, watch where you're going."

"You're the one crashing into me!"

"No man, you're totally walking into me."

"Am not."

When he pouted I lost it, and laughed. Not a normal laugh thought, one of those slow laughs you have when you're high. Hell, everything is slow when you're high as hell, as well as that, everything is just so damn funny.

Sora was no longer pouting, but was watching me walk. I glanced at him and twisted my face into a 'what the hell' expression. "What are you doing, creeper!" I said and it took him a moment, but he burst into a laughter that caught onto me, and caused me to laugh along.

And although all that was currently happening was great, fucking Marluxia was still on the frontal lobe of my brain. I checked my phone and still saw no new messages.

I felt a nudge to my side and looked over to see Sora with a worried expression etched onto his face. "Hey, don't let that asshole get you down. We have s'mores to make. Let's make that damn fire, make those damn mores, and have a damn good time." He said, and I automatically felt a whole lot better. Sora was right. He always seemed to be right.

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, okay. I love you man."

"Theres that smile! Love you too! You know I'm always here!"

We made it into my house shortly after our semi-heart-to-heart conversation. My mom was in the kitchen, and she just hardly glanced at us before returning to the stove and asking, "Hey honey, what do you want for supper?"

I thought about it for a second. I was hungry, and I was in the mood for one thing. "Chicken strips."

My mom nodded and walked over to the refrigerator. Sora had already retreated to the safety of my bedroom, but I was fucking stuck here. Hopefully she won't notice my high state.

"Was Yuffie home?"

"Yeah."

"What did you three do?"

"Nothing too fun, ma. Just walked through the woods and junk."

"That's all?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Dinner will be done in around 45 minutes. Are you and Sora still making the fire outback?"

Shit. The fire, I forgot.

Sora bounded in with a smile. "Yes ma'am! Just had to get some jeans on!"

I noticed that he was no longer wearing his navy-blue gym shorts, and was now wearing a pair of blue-jeans that were faded at the knees. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the back door. He just saved my ass, and he was well aware of that.

"I totally just saved your ass, Roxas." He grinned and I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do you even know how to make a fire?" I asked.

He shrugged. "How hard can it be?"

We found out early that it can infact be very hard to make a fire while high.

I kept sending Sora back and forth to grab any paper he could find, and use to help create the fire. I'd splash gasoline all over the fucking thing to just get things going but the wood just didn't want to burn.

Sora and I eventually decided to give up when my mom came outside yelling at us for using up so much gasoline. Our highs had pretty much melted away for the most part and we felt safe to be inside at this point.

Once in my room, I checked my phone to see that I had one new message from Marluxia, but it was the most simple text message ever, and I think it hurt me more than if he just hadn't replied at all.

(:

A smiley face, a fucking smiley face. I didn't want a goddamn smiley face! I wanted a goddamn sentence! A fucking word for Christ's sake! And I know, all I sent was a smiley face to him, so I shouldn't be over-reacting like this, but still! All he wrote before this was yup! Yup then a smiley face! That's what I get for dating him. Yups and smiley faces: The story of my love life.

I guess Sora could see all the raw emotions on my face because he spoke up.

"Marluxia's a dick. Dump. Him."

"Lay off, man!" I almost growled, and he plopped on my bed.

"Whatever."

I'd prove to Sora that we were happy together. I love Marluxia and he loves me. Right? Right? Right. I'd shove our love right in Sora's face and he'd regret all of the negativity he's ever had in our relationship. Yeah. It'll work. I know it will.

My mom poked her head in the door. "Boys, suppers finished."

Sora groaned and got up before heading out the door. I texted an 'I love you' to Marluxia before leaving the room to go eat dinner with Sora and my mom. French fries and fried chicken strips were waiting for us, and I happily dug in, while Sora more picked at his food. He's on some type of diet-kick, so while my mom wasn't looking, he gave some food to my dogs; Abigail and Woody.

When Sora felt the need, he excused himself and hid away in my room. I scarfed down the remains of my food, then went into my room. Sora was messing around on my phone and he looked at me with a stupid goofy grin.

"I love you too, baby." He replied, as if he were Marluxia. I rolled my eyes and snatched my phone out of his hands. "Knock it out Sora. At least he's trying." I studied my phone for a few seconds and heard Sora reply, "Oh yeah, so am I!"

I looked up and he was smiling like an idiot. I couldn't help but laugh. I so had that coming, and if anyone else would have done it, I probably would have gone into a fit of anger, but it was Sora, and he was being fucking hilarious.

I sat on the edge of my bed and just let out a long sigh. I'd get to see Marluxia tomorrow, and that was going to be great. I'd get to show Sora that we do have a successful relationship, and he'd cut out the bullshit. At least I hope.

A/N: Chapter One Finished! Now I will finish chapter four o t, add some more to Sprinklers and Drugs, and Twilight town. I hope this little tid-bit keeps you all entertained for now! Reviews are my oxygen! The more I have, the more I work! Thank you all!

Kodi~