A/N: This ish a 'nother challenge fic given to me by my friend. We were bored. :frowns: Anyway…I am not allowed to say this will suck. But I can think it. :grins evilly n' thinks story sucks: wh00t! I will always win! YAY:coughs: Anyway, review please?
Disclaimer: Nothin' ish mine, not even the plot. :eyebrows furrow:
He had watched people on TV, he had gone to contests, and he had even bought a guide that told him how to handle them. Now, he could never put one down. He practiced, and practiced, making sure he could do ever trick right. He did them all, Walk the Dog, Around the World, Cradle…You name it he could do it.
He had every kind of yoyo imaginable too, Duncan, Butterfly, Yomega, and many more. He had them in all kinds of colors, from red and orange to black and gray. There were some with sparkles and patterns and others that glowed in the dark. There were some he never used more than once and others he took with him everywhere. He always carried an extra one with him, in case the first one he brought with him tangled or broke. He never left the house without one, but if he ever did he would turn back around and grab one from his shelf or somewhere, or he would just buy a new one. In simpler words, yoyos were what he loved.
His friends constantly teased him and told him that he needed a new hobby, but he never listened he just kept doing what he was doing. Yo-yoing was something that he could do and none of his friends could. Not even his best Riku could compare. And Riku was good at everything. His friends would laugh and sneer at him whenever he lost a card game or race against them, but he would ignore it. He had his yoyos and he was determined to be the best ever, he made sure of that.
But there's also a difference between liking something and being obsessed.
And let's face it, Sora was obsessed.
A/N: Lalala:still thinkin' it sucks This IS NOT how I wanted it to turn out. It REALLY wasn't. But oh well, I suppose I 'ave to deal right:looks down:mumbles: review please…