Hello all. This is my very first fan fiction on this website, so I hope it's up to par. Please give me reviews on it and tell me what I can do better, or anything really. I'd really appreciate it. Anyways, without further ado, may the adventure of Redheads Make Good Boyfriends begin.


Finally. After all this time, I'm finally home. I couldn't believe I was finally going to be home, after all this time. Staring out into the Missouri River was so nostalgic. I hadn't been back to Omaha in three years. Still the same old city. Thank goodness. I was worried it changed, that it wouldn't be like it used to be. Walking out of the airport after having a slight issue with chasing my bag down, I was greeted by a loud voice.

"Oh my God! Roxas! Riku. It's Roxas!"

I knew that voice anywhere. As I turned around, I was met with a mess of brown hair suffocating me as it's owner squeezed me to hard I thought my lungs would burst.

"S-sora…Too…much…"

I coughed when he let go of me and rubbed the back of my head.

" I missed you too, bro."

Sora's face glowed with joy as he hugged me a little softer.

"Dude, I missed you. You've grown. And you have your lip pierced."

Sora looked like I had just slapped his grandmother as he looked at my lip. To avoid that landmine, I looked over to Riku.

"Silver now? Really?"

Riku was Sora's boyfriend, and the last time I saw him, he had normal black hair.

"Yeah. Problem, Miss Hart?"

I twitched, remembering the nickname from when the three of us had watched Chicago for the first time. They automatically started calling me Roxy Hart, or just Roxy, because the main character's name was similar to mine. I rolled my eyes as I pulled my luggage over to Riku's piece of crap car. Seriously, the thing was slightly rusted, the windshield wipers stuck, his breaks sounded like someone was torturing a baby pig, and the doors shut only after you used three teenage boys to get it to stay there.

"Dude, you haven't replaced this heap of metal yet?"

I looked at him as he looked at me, his eyes widened a little.

"Leave Janet alone. She's my baby."

At that comment, Sora pouted and turned his head. Riku gave him a little kiss and Sora felt fine. I wish I had someone like that, but whatever.

Oh….Wow. Just…wow. Sitting in the car listening to Sora scream the lyrics to Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae was the most…interesting thing I've experienced in a long time. I'm sorry, but the kid was tone deaf. It was kind of sad, really, because Riku didn't have the guts to tell him his singing was less than satisfactory. I didn't either, which is why I was relieved to see Riku pulling into his driveway just as You & I started playing. Personally, I love the song. Just…not when the lyrics are coming out of Sora's mouth instead of Mother Monster.

"Here we are, the old homestead. Just like the old days."

Riku parked his car and got out, Sora following after Riku had to help him open his door. I pushed on the door hard, and it creaked open as I used all my body weight to shut the door, which wasn't much, so Sora helped.

"Dude, I have so much to tell you! Come on, we gotta get inside and get you to your room!"

I couldn't help but comply, most likely because Sora has a tendency to grab my thumb and not let go until I complied, but I didn't mind. He dragged me all the way into his house, two floors of pure glory, as Riku just gave little huff and went to go watch television.

I had to admit, my room was just like how I left it. My posters were still up; even my bed was messed up still.

"Soooo…How was California? Fun? Hot?"

Sora asked as he helped me get some of my luggage into the room.

"It was fine. School there was pretty difficult, but I finally graduated and got to come back."

I had gone to California for college. Usually I couldn't afford it, but they offered me a full scholarship because of my acting skills. Yep, I'm a theatre nerd. I love acting and being on stage. Sora may be energetic, but he couldn't act his way out of a paper bag. He was just obnoxious, but he had a knack for breaking tension and making people laugh. Which is what he was doing now as he turned on the radio and pelvic thrusted to some Kesha song I didn't know.

" Dude, come on. Help me unpack."

I grinned at him as he came over after he finished doing the sprinkler and helped me get my clothes out. After the unpacking, which took ten times longer than it should when Sora was lecturing me about my lip piercing and taste in shirts. On our way downstairs, all I heard was a thump and a voice yell,

"DAMMIT!"

Sora hurried down and I followed, turning into the living room as we saw Riku on the ground, tangled in a blanket and the car sitting on him.

"Oh geez. What happened?"

Sora went to help him up as I stood there, waiting for an answer to my question.

"Shoo, Ginger."

Sora lightly nudged Ginger, his orange tabby off of Riku's chest as he untangled him. "The damn cat surprised me when she jumped onto my shoulder and I grabbed the blanket on my way down."

I couldn't help but snicker at that, and I snickered even more when Riku gave me a dirty look. Sora went over to Ginger and lightly tapped her nose, making her sneeze.

"Bad girl. Don't scare Riku like that, you know he's jumpy."

Riku frowned, sighed, and sat back down as the cat walked up to him and nudged his hand. I had a feeling things were going to be really interesting here.

That feeling was right because the rest of the day was just as interesting as Sora's singing. They drove me around, Sora giving me a tour as if I hadn't lived here most of my life. They took me to Petro's for dinner, which was fantastic; I had missed their food. They tried to take me to Cold Stone afterwards, but I refused to go because the bastards make you do weird shit like sing and dance at the job interview in front of a lot of people, and I still didn't get the job. So not I had a personal grudge against them and refused to eat there. So instead we went to Jones Brothers cupcakes, where I got an Oreo cupcake, a.k.a the best cupcake in the history of super delicious, sugary pastries. Now, we were currently downtown at the Old Market. I really missed this place, the horse crap in the streets and all. The Old Market had all kinds of interesting things, like Imaginarium, where they sell all kinds of random stuff. Plus, there's a nice tattoo parlor downstairs. Thank whatever-is-up-there for locally owned shops.

That night, Sora, Riku and I stayed up until four a.m watching horror movies, which don't bother me, but when Sora screams every time something little happens in Paranormal Activity 2, it gets to you. Riku just kind of sat there like a rock. He wasn't fun to watch scary movies with. After going through Silence of the Lambs, The Amityville Horror, Children of the Corn, and A Haunting in Connecticut, Sora was petrified, clinging to Riku, who was falling asleep. Oddly enough, even I was a little jumpy when I went to bed, which usually didn't happen unless something really freaky happened that day.

"Damn kid, getting to me like that…"

Walking up the stairs, I was all jumpy. Man, now I know how Riku feels. Getting into my bed, turning on my 'Songs I Won't Skip' playlist, I laid there silently, reminiscing about the good ol' days where Sora, Riku, Kairi, Namine, and I would always pretend we were living on an island in Riku's backyard and find stuff to survive and make a raft off the island. I don't remember when I fell asleep, but all I remember is that the dream I had involved the color red.


Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it was so short, but I wanted to get this out there to see if I should go on with it. Thank you for taking the time to read my work, and I hope you enjoyed it!^^Please stay turned for the next chapter, which I'm sure will come soon. Review this chapter with criticism or any other comments you would prefer! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo