My heart yearns for it. I don't know how else to describe it. The passion, the absolute honesty, the drama. I sigh deep inside, wishing, praying to find something that pales in comparison to the passion and romance that I read from these authors.
I set down my phone, another fan-fiction read. Another mystery solved, another romance bloomed. My heart cries out as I know for a fact that I'll only be able to read about romances like these. Romance like the ones written are just that, written. They would never happen in real life.
I hear the dryer ring it's magical, yet annoying, sound as it comes to its completion. I sigh out loud as I move to take the contents of my now clean laundry from its heated core. I wish someone would stick their member into my own. I think to myself as I pull the clothes out. Oh well, I guess it's not to be. I'm 26 years old and living on my own, and without any care in the world. There's no romance to speak of and nothing new or exciting happening in my future, except for finishing school maybe. Just a few more years, because I started later than my peers.
I start to fold my laundry, when my neighbor stumbles into the laundry matt that is housed within our apartment complex. "Chi!" he calls out to me. I roll my eyes, knowing he can't see them. I turn and bring out my fake bright smile. "Diz." He's an old man, but still very sweet, he's just likes to talk… a lot.
"How are you doing, my dear?" He starts to load up one of the washing machines.
"I'm well. And how is everything with you?" Just trying to be polite, but I mentally curse myself knowing he's not going to take the polite way out.
"Well, I'll tell you, that woman of mine," He shakes his head. "She's going to be the death of me one day." Before I can even ask him to elaborate he's already talking again. "She's got this wild side, let me tell you" I cut him off, scared of where this is going. I don't want to picture his wife and him getting down and dirty.
"I'm so sorry, Diz, but my laundry just finished and I really have a busy day scheduled." I push all my clean clothes into the hamper I brought with me. Not caring that the ones I folded are now messed up again. "It was really great seeing you again." Before he can say a word, I'm out the door and high-tailing it to my apartment, locking the door behind me. I let out a groan of frustration. Even an old man, who should not be having sex, is getting more than me right now. I finish up the laundry and move to put the items away. I hear a knock on my apartment door. "Just a second."
I peer through the peep hole, relieved to see that it's not Diz. I unlock the door and open it, allowing my visitor to come in, while I put my laundry away.
"You know, you shouldn't leave your phone in the laundry room. Someone else might have taken it." I hold out my hand for my phone, but only get a mischievous grin instead. He holds the phone out of my reach above his spikey brown hair.
"I'll tell Kairi you were picking on me again." I call out to him.
"That's no fair. You know she favors you." He whines.
"Then stop messing with me."
"Fine." He hands my phone over with a frown. I press the one switch to make sure it's still locked. Good.
"Thank you, Sora. I won't tell Kairi about what a bully you are." I say as I take a seat on my couch. My apartment is not big, with only one bedroom and one bath, but it's comfortable. He joins me on my sofa.
"I'm not a bully. If anything, I stop the bullying and you know it."
"No, Sora, you're just lazy." A new voice has joined the crowd. I look up to find silver hair, spiked up as well, and cool aqua eyes staring back at me. Another one with a mischievous grin on his face. "Chiyo." He bows his head slightly in greeting.
"Riku." I try to not sound as captivated by him as I bow my head in return, but even I can hear how my voice sounds breathy and needy. Sora nudges me with his elbow and I ignore his play to try to annoy me. He knows I have a crush on his only guy friend, but I can't help it. Besides, I know something that Sora doesn't. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
"This lazy bum right here." He bends at the waist to get into Sora's face. "You know were supposed to be working today, right?"
"You mean training. I'm so tired of training. I just want to go fight." With that he summons his keyblade and I scowl at him.
"Sora! Not in my apartment. Can't you tell there's not enough room for you to swing that thing around in here." He snickers a little.
"That's what she said." My eyes go skyward. Honestly.
"Sorry, Riku. Sora was only returning my phone. I left it downstairs at the laundry, after Diz walked in." I shudder a little at the memory.
"You should be more careful." He says giving me a smirk. "You're lucky Sora's the one who found it."
"That's what I told her." He turns to Sora, and grabs him by the wrist. "Hey!"
"We have training. C'mon." He pulls the reluctant wielder out my door. "We'll catch you later, Chiyo."
"Wait! Wait!" Sora calls out as he is pull along. I chuckle to myself, shaking my head. Since they've been back that's all they've been doing. Training and practice, training and practice. So glad I'm not a wielder.
I flip on my phone and start scrolling through more fan-fiction, looking for something to read. "You know you'll never find romance if you don't get out and look for it." At the sound of Kairi's voice, my head pops up. I sigh as she walks in and takes a seat next to me.
"I don't care. I'll never find anything as good as the stories I have right here." I say, waving my phone at her. She giggles.
"I wouldn't count your chickens before they hatch." I raise an eyebrow at her. "I want you to come with me and the rest of those guys train. We've got a new recruit." She says the last part a little higher, trying to bribe me. While I doubt it would work, I am curious.
"Another Keyblade wielder?"
"Yup." She smiles proudly.
"Do you know them?" I ask skeptically.
"Yup." She answers with a close-eyed smile. I narrow my eyes are her.
"What's his name?"
She pauses a moment. "I… uh… don't know. I only know him as Axel."
"Axel?"
"Yup." She pulls my up off the couch by my hands. "You'll like him. C'mon."
"This isn't another one of you hook ups, is it?" She only smiles at me and drags me out of my apartment. "I was afraid of that."