Author's Note: You know, I never thought I'd write this. But then again, I never thought I'd meet someone like Atomic Clover on DA. THIS IS FOR YOU AND YOUR EVIL, MIND-CORRUPTING WAYS. Happy Birthday darling!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. And the cake is a lie. (I also don't own the wonderful picture that inspired this. There's a link on my profile. LOVE IT)

Warnings: This drabble contains things that you may not like. Like Yaoi. Or RokuSora. Or allusions to drinking, AkuRoku, and Riso. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. Also, not beta'd because I don't have one :c

The world is fuzzy around the edges and everything around him is muted and buzzing at the same time. Sora finds this absolutely hilarious and leans back on the couch, sprawling his legs and giggling insanely.

There's another person next to him, and that's good because people are warm and this particular one smells really damn nice; a mixture of sharp mint and strawberries. For some reason, it reminds him of stars.

Sora snuggles closer to star-boy, who laughs happily and wraps lanky arms around him. The hairs on his arm are blonde, he notices, and cracks up again because everything is wonderful and he always did like pale hair.

Soon enough, they're both giggling like maniacs and have started an impromptu wrestling match on the couch. He hears people cheering them on, but it fades into the background and he looks questionably at the bright blue eyes that float above him because he can't remember when he got pinned down.

He decides it doesn't matter and grins. The boy smirks back at him and sticks out his tongue.

And then they're kissing, tongues meeting sloppily, and Sora almost chokes but it's okay because the world is still spinning and the lips are familiar. There are hoots and clapping when they break apart and someone comes and pulls the blonde away from him. The figure is tall, the brown-haired boy notices, and it looks like his hair might be on fire. The tall one swings the blonde around before smashing their lips together, which makes Sora smile even though he's not sure why. He just has a feeling it's a good thing.

He gets the same feeling when silver hair tickles his nose later that night as he's being carried home.

Author's note: And so comes the end to what will probably be my first and only try at writing Kingdom Hearts fan fiction. C: That was fun.