AN: So this is our first Co-fic see? There's plenty more where this came from . We love reviews. Srsly, even if it's like. 'Boo you spelt this wrong' or 'hey this says 'hubert'.' We appreciate that 'cause we usually write late at night.
Rockkie: Yeah and your drunk.
And I'm drunk right. We're like a galactic band. So right on with it then!
We SO don't own Kingdom hearts or any of the characters in this story. Ms. Rogers is based off Rockie's actual teacher...
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Walking into the classroom Sora plopped down dejectedly in his usual seat beside Namine. He was not looking forward to English class. Ms. Rogers had been nice enough to spring a pop quiz on them yesterday, which would mean they would get their marks back today. As if reading his mind Namine piped up. "I'm sure you won't do as bad this time Sora, besides you said you studied right?"
"Yeah I did." Sora replied half-heartedly. If by 'studying' you mean munching out and watching movies.
"Then you have nothing to worry about right?" she asked hopefully, giving Sora her sweetest smile. Sora simply stared at her in return, slowly raising an eyebrow. Namine sighed and went back to her sketch, muttering something about it being his own fault. Sora put his head down on his desk with a gentle thud and waited for their teacher to arrive.
Ms. Rogers was a nice enough lady, she just had it in her mind that every child could be molded with whatever the teachers guide said. There was no excuse for failure in her book. If it were up to her, every kid would be involved with everything and be taught until they did it perfectly. Thank god that's not the case, Sora thought, she might have me playing sports, or writing poetry! Sora made a face to himself cringing at the thought of writing anymore that he had to. 'Everyone has the potential to do everything just as well as everyone else' he recited in his head. It was one of her more favorable quotes. Ms. Rogers just didn't understand that Sora was not good at English, and probably never would be, ever! He was trying his hardest, really he was. All right take that back, he was trying to try. He had promised her a passing mark this time though; if he failed anymore tests he may have to take summer school. Sora scrunched up his face even more than it already was at the thought of that. School during the summer! There has to be some child labor laws somewhere against that…
"Geeze Sora! If you don't like the taste don't lick the desk ya?" Sora shot up at the mention of his name and came face to face with Wakka.
"Oh shut it Wakka," was his un-witty remark as the older redheaded boy took the seat in front of him. They had been good friends since entering high school, and where Wakka was, a certain blonde boy was sure to follow. True to his nature, Tidus entered the classroom a grin on his face. "What's this I hear about our little Sora licking now?"
"I wasn't licking anything!" Sora denied.
"Except the desk", quipped Namine, trying her best to hide an entertained grin.
"The wooden desk", followed Wakka easily.
Sora groaned, he knew what was coming next. "Well, hell Sora, if you wanted to eat wood I'm sure I could find you a suitable substitute. Hey Zex!" A small dark haired boy lifted his head from the book he was reading. "Sora here needs some wood to li–"
"That'll be quite enough of that!" spoke an authoritative voice. Thank god she's here…Huh, never thought I'd be saying that. Sora shot Tidus a look that said ' if you make anymore gay jokes about me, it'll result in the removal of some very vital body parts'. He merely smirked and took a seat beside Wakka.
"If you remember we had a quiz early yesterday," she said as the pulled the white sheet up that was covering half the blackboard. "These are the answers, I'll be handing back your pages and you'll copy down the answers of the ones you got wrong. Study them well, because there will be a big test at the end of the month." Sora waited as his teacher handed out the papers, when his arrived she paused to give him a disappointed look, sucking in her lips and widening her brown eyes. The brunet grimaced indefinitely, his results obviously didn't improve. In fact, they probably got even worse since he didn't study. Shaking her head slightly she handed it back and move on.
After checking his answers with the ones on the board, he made it his mission to shrink into his chair and turn a colour similar to that of a beet. His paper was almost filled with the ink from the red pen that she corrected with. The others chattered and showed their marks, brilliant smiles and squeals of glee making him want to disappear. He grumbled and shoved the paper depressingly into his sticker-covered binder, hiding it behind all his other terrible grades and a few stray notes from Namine. He didn't know why he was so embarrassed, the same thing happened every single time there was a pop quiz. He'd get a bad mark, hide in his desk for the rest of the class while the other's boasted and gloated, convince himself that he'd never need this stuff anyway and finally have Namine knock some sense into him. Everyone knew English wasn't Sora's best subject, so why did it always make him uncomfortable when they received their marks? Sora didn't pay attention to the rest of the class, he just grumbled and stared out the window.
"Thirty-four percent!?" he exclaimed at the end of the day to Namine, who was only half pretending to be appalled by the mark. If anything, she was expecting it. "How was I supposed to know a haiku had a certain rhythm, or that 'appalled' wasn't spelt with a 'u'!"
"Sora it was all outlined in the rubric she gave us last week."
"You mean that dumb-ass little paper with the squares and the numbers on it? You mean the paper with all the points and the totals? Who could possible interpret that thing! It's a puzzle on its own! I can't follow that!" Sora was steadily picking up speed in his rant, he was walking faster now spouting the odd swear word followed by phrases about 'elitists' and 'what is a sonnet anyway?' and something about 'mind control'. Several times Namine had to turn Sora gently in the direction of home because he was too caught up in his own speech to realize they had been heading towards the wrong house. Namine was about to cut him off when he stopped abruptly.
Looking up at her, his eyes began to well up, "I can't do this Nam." He said quietly to her, hoping that maybe she didn't hear him. He hated to admit it he really did, especially to Namine who always seemed to be the one to pick up the messes he left behind. "I just- can't. I try to try, but I stop myself somehow. I'm no good with words, I'm just not good …" Sora trailed off not expecting an answer from her just her comfort, her helping hand her shoulder to lean on. But when it didn't come he looked up to see a very angry Namine. "…Nam?" he asked cautiously. "You okay."
"Sora that's it!" she burst, "No more self pity, no more sob stories. I've had enough." Sora blinked away whatever tears were threatening to spill over, a look of surprise now on his face. Woah when did she get this attitude? "I'm not going to let you cry your way out if this one Sora, I've let you do that too much already. This time we're going to work for it, we're going to put you to work! You're going to actually study for once." Sora huffed at this, but was quickly cut off by a shrill shriek. "No huffing! I know you don't do anything at home. So I'm going to make you do it! Even if I have to starve you and cut you off from your mom's cookies! You are going to pass that test!" The silence that followed
afterwards was tense. She's serious about this. Sora thought to himself seeing the determined look that was now on his friends face. Well if she's offering I guess I can go with it but…
"Even the peanut butter ones?" Sora asked. Namine pressed a finger to her pursed lips in an over the top considering motion. Even though he needed to strap down and start studying, the threat of taking away all his treats was drastic.
"No," she said finally "we can eat the peanut butter ones." She paused "And the ones with the jam in the middle of them."
"The lemon muffins?" Sora tried slowly, sticking his bottom lip out dramatically.
"Yeah okay, those too." She caved.
Laughing off the moment that had just passed Sora turned down Namine's street; if they were going to study then they might as well start now, right? But he was stopped by Namine's small and soft hand grabbing a fist full of blue shirt and nearly causing him to fall backwards. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked innocently.
"To your house to study of course, I mean early start and all that right?" He informed her slowly as she seemed to completely forget about her rant a whole, oh, two minutes ago? And Sora was the one with the bad marks…
"Erm, sorry Sora but I'm expecting company tonight, maybe tomorrow night?" She suggested, offering a sheepish smile that was most definitely hiding something. Ignoring her proposal, Sora immediately asked what was on his mind.
"Who are you expecting?" He quipped in an unnecessary tone and scowled lightly. He didn't mean for it to come out so harsh and he quickly apologized, "Sorry, it's just who would you be having over? My brother is at practice and so are Wakka and Tidus there's no one else it could be right? Not that I'm saying you can't have other friends, I mean that's totally fine with me, it's just you tell me everything. Right? "Sora was almost pleading by the end, he didn't want secrets between him and Namine, he trusted her, and this new person was upsetting, was there a girl she found she could hang out with? Tell all her secrets to instead. Sora knew he didn't understand all that female stuff, but he tried, even harder than he tried when he was studying.
"I'm sorry, he wanted to keep it a secret that's all," she said bashfully.
What if she decides that I'm too much of a guy to hang out with anymore, that my manliness is too much for little her to handle!? That this girl is a much better companion that silly ol' me ever was...Sora was continuing his train of thought in his head, oblivious to what Namine had just said. Wait, what was that?
"He!?" Sora practically yelled, taking a few steps back and looking over his blond friend as if she had some sort of a disease. Oh god, he was being left for another boy.
"Yes he," Namine interrupted quietly before Sora could continue on another rampage like he did earlier. She sighed and bit her lip, watching as Sora's face calmed and he relaxed a little. "But I'm sure he'd be okay if I only told you. But no telling anyone else alright? And no freaking out." Sora eyed her suspiciously, raising and eyebrow and pursing his lips slightly.
"Alright," he said cautiously and forced himself to calm down, making sure he was ready to take whatever Namine had to throw at him. He would not freak out. "Okay," he breathed. "I'm ready, go for it."
"…."
"Nam, come on," Sora whined, putting his hands together in mock prayer. "I won't tell anyone, I promise! Who is it?"
The blonde glanced over her shoulder to see that no one was coming up on them. Namine made sure no one was in range of hearing, and unless the flowers could talk and bees could tell secrets, no one except Sora would find out who was coming to her house tonight. There was hardly anyone on the street, save for a few kids playing hockey and a few Red Hat Society Women a good couple yards up the sidewalk from them. Not like they would care anyway? Still, she felt the need to inspect an elderly woman across the street before telling him.
"Do you know Riku?" She whispered.
"Do I know Riku? That's like asking someone if they've heard of the sun! A pretty good percentage of them have and if they haven't they're probably living in a cave being blind or something. You're telling me that Riku is meeting you at your place? Tonight?!" He cawed, causing the old woman to pause and shake her head. Sora was appalled. Not 'appauled', because that's not how you spelt it – uhg. Now she's got me thinking of spelling outside of school!
"Sora! Be quiet! You don't know how much those old ladies like to gossip. Thanks to you, by noon tomorrow, it'll probably reach half way across the Pacific!" She huffed, throwing her thin arms up in the arm and pointing at the brunet. "And yes, Riku is coming over."
"To do what?" he said disgustedly. Namine was going to become a fangirl wasn't she? Or even worse, one of those girls who brag about how Riku 'scored' them. Oh no, his little Namine was going to be deflowered! "Don't let him touch you Namine!" He pleaded as he leaped towards her grabbing her arm.
"Sora you're over reacting. It's not like that, we're just friends. And he's coming only to hang out. Look Sora I'm already late I'll talk to you tomorrow okay?" With that said, she wrenched herself out of Sora's desperate grasp, and left without another word, running down the street to her house before Sora could protest. He stretched out a hand to catch her, but by that time she was already out of reach. A few unnerved noises echoed through the empty street before Sora crossed his arms and pouted. He considered running after her but, he was too lazy to do that, and he didn't really feel like confronting Riku about anything.
Riku? That's who she was going to see? Well then I can't really compete with that can I?
"What's so good about Riku anyway?" He asked himself, looking to the bright blue sky that seemed to imitate his eyes, for an answer. No such luck, it just glared back at him and caused his eyes to flutter back to the sidewalk. The brunet muttered incoherently and stuck his hands in his pockets. He couldn't see why every girl loved Riku, what did he have that the other guys didn't?
It felt like a long walk home to Sora as he kicked at stray rocks and muttered threats about a certain silver haired boy. He could dream all he wanted to, but he would never actually go through with any of his devious (albeit farfetched and impossible) plans. But who wouldn't be upset, he was being replaced by Riku. He stood no chance against him, none at all. He adjusted his backpack easily as he stepped onto his street, still enthralled and wondering about Namine and Riku. Yeah right. 'Just friends.'
Sora fished the keys to his house out of his back jean pocket, and unlocked the door, unceremoniously trumping in and slipping out of his shoes. Throwing his back pack at the foot of the stairs, he placed the keys back into his pocket. "I'm home," he announced tiredly, making his way past the empty living room and to the kitchen, dragging his feet on the carpet and onto the black and white checker tile. His blue eyes rested on his twin brother sitting on a barstool, scooping cereal into his mouth,
glaring at the text book before him. His fingers scratched lightly as he scrapped them along the marble counter, making noise to make sure that Roxas knew he was there.
Sora blew up his cheeks like a puffer fish, opening the fridge and digging for something to eat, opening the door loudly and pushing glass jars against each other. He looked to his brother, still no response. He grabbed a couple grapes and slammed the door, expecting a blond head to shoot up and blue eyes to narrow. But nothing came from the boy.
"Hey Roxas," Sora greeted, as he rolled his eyes he took a seat across from Roxas on a stool by the island. Said boy looked up curiously, as if just noticing him. Knowing Roxas, he really didn't hear Sora come in the house at all.
"Oh hey Sora," he smiled brightly. "When did you get home? Never even heard ya come in." He dug his spoon into the plastic yellow bowl, bringing the crunchy cereal to his mouth.
"Whatchya eatin'?" Sora asked, popping a few seedless yellow grapes into his own mouth.
"Frou Woops." He attempted saying with the cereal in his mouth, tilting his chin up and speaking out of the corner of his mouth. Sora raised an eyebrow and nodded, he had no idea what Roxas just said. He swallowed heavily and wiped his mouth of all things milky, sighing before correcting himself. "Fruit Loops,"
"Mom bought you Fruit Loops?" He gawked, usually their mother only bought them Corn Flakes or Life.
"No," Roxas grinned, drawing out his vowels like a child. "Kairi and Demyx did," he informed his brother proudly. "After volleyball practice, it was a good one! Ohhh you shoulda been there. I spiked the ball so hard I almost gave Demyx a bloody nose!"
"A box Fruit Loops was your reward? You could have asked for ice cream…or a pony Roxas," Sora said curiously as if his options were only those two. After all, that's what Sora would have asked for. Preferably the pony first…
"Kairi didn't have a lot of money on her, and Demyx is saving for a new guitar or sitar or whatever. It was cheap, and you know how much I love Fruit Loops," the blond explained, waving his spoon in the air with his eyes still on the text book that he wasn't even trying to read anymore. He muttered something about being done and slamming it shut, pushing it off to the side.
"I think Kairi likes you Roxas. She always seems to hang around with you," Sora noted, getting up from the stool and heading for the goodie cupboard.
"Pfft! Yeah right. I could never like Kairi like that, and I know for a fact that she's swooning over -who else?- Riku," the boy told Sora, nearly swallowing the whole spoon in the process of eating.
"Oh! Speaking of Riku, guess who Namine ditched me for?" Sora said a little uneasily, lifting himself on his toes to reach for the bag of chips hidden in the back. Liquorices, gummi bears, Dentyne Ice, and ahh, there we go, sour cream and onion chips. Sora sighed happily and he quickly grabbed a colourful bowl and dumped the chips into it.
"I'm going to say Riku?" Roxas mocked guess, even though he already knew who it was.
"Bingo!" Sora said, rolling his eyes and placing the chip bowl on the table, slipping back on the barstool. "What does he have that girls want so bad? I mean, I'm cute, I have all the goods," Roxas held back a laugh at the last comment.
"Yeah whatever," the blond rolled his eyes and Sora threw a chip at him, causing Roxas' hands to shoot over his Fruit Loops and scowl at his brother. "I don't know. He is very muscular..." Roxas mused "– what? – He is! You don't have a gym class with him." Roxas pointed his spoon at the brunet when he received a very obvious glare.
"That may be true, but you think the girls would find it gross that he has silver hair…" Sora suggested, even though he himself wasn't disgusted by it.
"Nah, they find it 'mysterious' and 'handsome'," Roxas air quoted, drinking the rest of his milk that was in the bowl and getting up to put it in the sink.
"Guh, he's such a player. Can't they see right through the fact that he's so…so fake?" Sora tried, munching on a handful of potato chips.
"Sora, you're too over the top. I have a few classes with him and he's not all that bad. He doesn't really give off that 'I'm-a-total-pimp' vibe like you think he does," Roxas paused and tried to recall the day's events, shaking his head as he decided he couldn't even remember Riku in class that day.
"…did you just say 'pimp'?" He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth in mid-chew. Roxas looked over his shoulder as he ran the bowl under the water, sticking his lips out lightly before bursting into laughter that Sora shortly followed with his own, nearly choking on his chips.
"Roxas, you're funny," he complimented, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. "Hey, want to watch a movie? Didn't mom pick one up last night for us?" He suggested.
"Sora, we both have to study," Roxas looked at Sora earnestly with big blue eyes that the other avoided.
"Pshaw. Roxas, you're so smart you skipped a grade, you don't need to study. And…I've drastically improved my mark in English. No need to study! Hoorah!" Sora pumped his hand in the air and smiled brightly.
"Last time I checked thirty four percent was not a passing grade Sora!" Roxas scolded the sides of his mouth being pulled into a look of disappointment.
"How did you find out about that!?" Sora squealed, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Ms. Rogers, before I left for home. She says you've been doing worse on the last few pop quizzes. I told her that you've been up in your room for at least an hour studying every night…" Roxas said, and judging by the 'innocent' face that his brother was faking, he had previously lied to the brunet's teacher. "You have been studying haven't you Sora?" He managed to get out through gritted teeth.
Sora huffed, he's tried to study, really, really hard. But when you have a perfect view of that ocean out your bedroom window, it's easy to get caught up in day dreaming. His room was full of distractions and it always turned out that no matter where he sat, there was something wrong with it. The bed was too bouncy, the chair too awkward and his floor was too hard. "It's not my fault!" Sora protested, putting his hands up to defend himself. Roxas frowned.
"My room is like, Distracto-land or something. Every time I start focusing, the next thing I know I'm playing some video game or going through old pictures! I swear Roxas, even you couldn't study in that room of mine," the brunet explained to his brother. Even though Sora put up a good argument, he was still wrong.
"Then just study in the basement, or the kitchen or something," the blond suggested and Sora gaped.
"You can't be serious Roxas!" Sora's mouth was wide open as his eyes seemed close to bulging out. "You can't send me down to the basement. You don't know what's down there. No one does, I swear you could find a long lost kingdom or something down there! I thought you loved me Roxas," a hand was clapped over his heart.
"Oh puh-lease. It can't be that bad, Mom cleaned it the other weekend, remember?" He laughed and sat back on his stool.
"She said she was going to clean it," he whispered carefully. "But then she came upstairs with a box of her old Cd's and forced us to listen to Pat Benatar and Bette Midler and some Blue Rodeo," The twins stared blankly at each other for a brief moment before they shivered.
"I don't want another accident like that Roxas. You never know what I could find down there. Even the slightest mention of Eric Clapton might set off her alarm, and before we know it, we'll be listening to Pil-"
"I was a pilgrim for your love-" sang a sweet voice from behind Sora, Roxas paled and the brunet slowly turned around to see their mother carrying grocery bags and singing completely off key. "A pilgrim for your love, a pilgrim for your lo – oh hey boys!"
Sora looked to his brother and gave him a look that specifically said 'do-you-see-what-I-mean'. She placed the bags on the counter and a few apples rolled out of them. Her curly brunette locks bounced as she smiled at her children.
"Want to put these away for me please?" She asked sweetly before grabbing a couple fruits and vegetables and opening the fridge. "So how were your days at school? Meet new friends? Climb new ladders? All that jazz?"
"Well, volleyball practice went well, we have our first game soon. And Sora got thirty-" Roxas began, fully ready to spill the beans on his horrible grade before Sora cut him off.
"DOLLARS! For your birthday present…" he blurted out, glaring at Roxas before plastering a large and goofy grin on his face, grabbing a box of lasagna and a few cans of spaghetti sauce.
"Nice try Sora, but I know about your grade. And I can't say I'm impressed – or surprised for that matter…" she sighed and looked to her son, frowning just a little bit.
"How'd you – when did – why am I always the last one to find out about things?" Sora grimaced and pouted like a child.
"Your teacher called me last night. I thought you were studying up there in your room Sora! Maybe Roxas should teach you some stuff," their mom suggested slyly.
"NO!" The boys immediately shouted in unison.
"And besides, Namine said she'd help me study, so don't worry about it!" Sora convinced his mother, and she let her face fall from disappoint to mild interest.
"Namine is coming over? Oh good, I haven't seen her around here in ages! It'll be great to talk to her again," she cooed happily and gathered up the empty bags to place in the garbage. Sora raised an eyebrow, but decided not to tell his mom that the blond was over just a few days ago.
Roxas closed the fridge the rest of the groceries put away. Grabbing his textbook off the table he turned to Sora with a stern look on his face "C'mon Sora I know you have some studying to do." Sora started rolling his eyes when the fell upon and unpacked grocery bag.
"But look! There are still groceries to put away! Y'know with mom's back and all. I'll meet you upstairs in a bit," the brunet smiled artificially and hoped that would be enough to shrug his brother off. After that he'd sneak out the back, who said he needed to study? Namine was coming over the next day anyway.
"Now Sora, it's only chips and things, I'm quite sure my dented and broken back can take a few bags of Doritos. You go on upstairs and study," she said sarcastically, now effectively blocking anyway of getting out of studying.
"But Mom!" Sora whined his shoulders sagging.
"Go on hun! I want to see better grades from now on," smiling, she shooed her protesting son out of the kitchen. "Or who knows what'll happen? I may run out of peanut better..." Nothing more had to be said, and Sora was halfway up the stairs at the mention of being cut off from his mothers baking. Threatened with it twice in one day, people must think he has a cookie addition.
Sora trudged up the stairs after his brother, slowing down as he got closer to the top. Practically crawling past the last step." Roxaaaas, come on I know you're not going to make me study! You're my brother you can keep me not studying right? Like we used to when we were kids!"
"Sora when we were kids, we used to keep secrets about stealing cookies and who had Selphie's Barbie."
"Yeah but-" Sora started only to be cut off by a frustrated Roxas.
"No Sora, I won't keep a secret that could cause you to fall behind in school I just won't. You could fail a grade then drop out, have unprotected sex and die!" By the looks of it Roxas had only stopped because he had run out of air. If he had had more he probably could have kept going and found something worse than death. Is that what I look like when I rant? Sora thought. Gunna have to remind myself to do that less, it's extremely unattractive…
"Sora are you even listening to me!?" Roxas was bright red now, and Sora could tell he was pushing his luck.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I won't die I promise. I'll study, look I'm going right now see?" Trying to satisfy his brother's murderous gaze Sora closed the door gently between the two of them, keeping his ear to it until he was sure he heard Roxas' frustrated footsteps leaving.
"Whew, what a nut-case glad he's gone. Now I can play so-" Sora sighed, relieved.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT NOT STUDYING ASS MUNCHER!"
The voice coming from right next to his ear made him jump and he made a face at the name he was called. "Ewww ass-munching."
Sora shook himself and sat down at the small desk his mother had given him for studying. Looking down at the desk he was thoroughly depressed. Slumping in the chair he looked at his clock. It read 5:56, alright I'll study until 8. He remembered Namine once telling him that setting a time limit would help him concentrate harder. It's worth a shot, but I can't very well study without my notes can I?
Sora leaped back downstairs in search of his bag, it was right where he left it at the door of course, but he took his sweet time getting it anyway. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked casually into the kitchen, quietly tip-toeing past his mother who was watching some infomercial on Pancake Puffs. He lingered in the kitchen for something to snack on while he was studying, making minimal noise but still pretending to be preoccupied and fully interested in whatever he was doing.
When his mother caught him rearranging the vegetables in the crisper she marched him back upstairs with a few cookies in hand. Urg Sora thought she just had to be a baker and have some snacks available.
Plopping himself back down into his chair, his clock now glaring 6:18, he sighed heavily. Even after a little rearranging and tidying of his area the clock only read 6:27 . This is stupid why can't I just study already! He reprimanded himself and forced his hands to open his notebook to the English section. He started reading over the word list he was given today out loud, mouthing words and letters to himself trying his best to memorize them. This isn't so bad. Sora concluded with a hopeful smile on his face; maybe he wouldn't need Namine's tutoring after all. I think I could get the hang of this!
Sora was readying himself for another batch of words to memorize when his phone gave a loud ring from across the room. Oh come on! I was just getting into it! Sora considered letting it ring, but didn't want to risk it being a cute girl from school that wanted to get together… As if! Sora rolled his eyes at his first thought and decided it was most likely Namine calling. He wasn't disappointed when he heard a soft voice over the phone when he asked who was there.
"Hey Sora, I told you I'd talk to you later," she said just as sweet as she was when she left.
"I assumed that meant tomorrow during class," he replied disgruntled at the fact that she interrupted him.
"What were you up to? I didn't interrupt anything private did I?" she asked a hint of humor in her voice. Sora was about to reply in outrage when he heard a snicker coming from Namine's line. And not one of those girly giggles that Selphie oh-so-often laughed. This was a very manly snicker.
"Is Riku still there?" Sora automatically asked, scrunching up his nose and glaring at the blue phone as if they could both see him through it.
"Er yeah he is. Why?" Namine confessed, and glared at the silver haired boy who didn't think he did anything wrong. He merely shrugged and threw a ball he had up in the air, listening to their conversation.
"No reason just, are you going to be hanging out with him all the time now?" He put it off slyly, but the urgency in which he asked her had worry in it.
"Well no, you're my best friend still..." Hearing a faint 'Are you jealous of a pretty boy like me!' in the background made Sora huff.
"I am not jealous. And who said he was pretty!?" Sora fought back loudly, pouting and moving to find a comfortable position on his bed.
"Your mom! Last night!" Riku yelled at the phone, trying to get his point across. He started to laugh but was silenced by the narrowing blue eyes that Namine had.
"That's so immature. Listen, I just don't want to lose you to a girl chasing guy like Riku," Sora said rolling his eyes as he bit back his own childish retort.
"Sora he's not – look I just wanted to call you to let you know we can come help you study tomorrow night," Namine pressed a hand to her forehead, dealing with a hysteric Sora on one end and a laughing Riku on the other was tough. She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair.
"I was doing just fine on my own before you called," he told her proudly. "Wait, what do you mean by 'we'? You're not going to drag that womaniser into my house are you? Namine! There's no telling what he'll do once inside here!" Sora was a little more irritated now. This guy was cutting in on his alone
time with Namine. Besides he didn't want him here when he was studying with her, he'd just make him nervous. The last thing he wanted was to look like an idiot of front of Riku. Why should I care anyway? But the more Sora thought about it the less he wanted to look stupid. He just couldn't shake the feeling.
"Don't even think about trying to get out of this Sora, we're coming over after school tomorrow we'll talk about it then. Love you Sora! See you tomorrow!" Hearing Riku exclaiming to Namine about 'what!? am I not!' and 'Ooo love Nam?' made him want to scream at him over the phone. Of course, he couldn't, so he'd settle with glaring at the phone until it beeped earnestly and made him hang up.
When did he get the right to call her Nam? Sora sighed and lay back onto his bed, the phone now discarded on his clean floor. What could she possible be doing with Riku at her house? Rolling over, Sora knew it was useless to bother trying to study now. He had lost his groove. He'd just have to wait until tomorrow when Namine was here. Oh yeah, and Riku, he remembered grudgingly, making a face at the mention of him. Closing his eyes, he resigned himself to a fitful night.
AN: So yeah there it is. Not too shabby eh? We thought it was pretty snazzy.
Lady A - Talk about the chapter names!
Rockkie- Oh, yeah right. With our chapter names, we're going to play 'Guess That Obscure Lyric'! Yaaaay!
Lady A - And what do they win!?
Rockkie- Love. And their name mentioned at the beginning of the chapter. And possibly their pet's name -strokes beard-
Lady A - You don't a have a beard...
Rockkie- Right -strokes YOUR beard-
Lady A - Much better... grins
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