This is my first oneshot, so keep that in mind. I still don't own Kingdom Hearts (duh, no one here does).
The teenager drove through the rainy night, watching the raindrops run down his windows. He had only dropped his date at her house a few minutes earlier.
A few minutes earlier…
"Sora, thank you for dinner. I had fun," Kairi whispered in the spiky-haired boy's ear. Most seventeen year old boys would be intrigued by the seductive tone in the redhead's voice. For some reason, he wasn't.
"I had fun, too," Sora muttered. Not as much fun as I thought it would be, he thought. All they had done was sitting on a park bench, making out. Most seventeen year old boys would've loved the sensation that should've been racing through his veins. For some reason, he didn't. Nothing rushed through him.
"Do you want to come inside?" She opened her door wider, smiling in a way that creeped Sora out. Most seventeen year old boys wouldn't even hesitate to enter the home and kiss her furiously. For some reason, he did.
"No, I think I'll head home." He turned around and jogged to his car. Behind him, Kairi dropped her head. If he couldn't even kiss her without wanting to leave, she knew completely well what was going on. She knew this relationship wasn't going to go anywhere. She knew it was over.
What brought him to leave? Kairi was his best friend – one of them, anyway. She'd been his girlfriend for a few weeks. That was all it took to help him decide.
Sora pulled the car into a familiar driveway. However, it wasn't Sora's driveway. It was his driveway.
A nervous feeling ran through his body as he lifted his hand to knock on the door. He never had the chance. The door opened on its own. In the doorway, Sora's other best friend stood.
"I've been expecting you," the silver-haired boy said. "Do you want to come inside?" He smiled the same way Kairi had. It creeped Sora out when she did it, but it was entirely different when Riku did.
"Sure." Sora nodded, walking into his friend's house.
They sat down on the leather couch, their bodies just barely touching. Most seventeen year old boys would be freaked out by this close contact. For some reason, he wasn't.
Because Sora wasn't most seventeen year old boys. And he and Riku preferred it that way.