Psychoticbunny: Okay, I know I know. I should update The Axel Prescription, but I've had this idea foreeeeeeeeever! And I must type! YAAAAAAAH! Btw, no pairings in this one. Just a pointless drabble based on my sister's experience. And I don't own anything. I wasn't even with my sister. So stop dialing your lawyer's number!
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It was the middle of the summer on Destiny Islands. The one hundred and ten degrees Fahrenheit could easily be exaggerated to two hundred and fifty.
Two boys sat on matching towels on a beach overflowing with palm trees.
"Oh my god! It's so hot!" exclaimed the one on the right. He had long soft silver hair and looked to be about one year older than the other boy.
"Yeah," the boy on his left agreed, pulling of his shirt. The boy on the right had shed his minutes ago.
"Jeez, Sora. You have, like, no muscles," he said.
The boy named Sora pouted and then let out a girly shriek as he felt a finger jab the center of his stomach. He quickly stood up and glared the best he could, which wasn't good enough.
The person behind the act laughed deeply and heartily. "Are you a girl or something?"
"Shut up, Riku!"
Riku laughed again until he felt a finger probing his mid-section.
Letting out a high-pitched, uncharacteristic squeak, the normally cool and collected boy jumped up and shielded his stomach from another attack. He glared at Sora, a glare that would make most people turn around and run away screaming like a little girl, or how he had just a moment earlier.
However, Sora was not most people. He, instead, doubled over in laughter.
Riku "humphed" and rolled up his towel before making his way to his boat.
"Wait Riku!" Sora called. "Little girls like you shouldn't be running around without shirts!" He waved the black shirt over his head.
Needless to say, Sora wasn't able to attend school for the next few days.
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Psychoticbunny: First fic I have ever made without any pairings! No one's gonna view this. Oh well. A girl can try, can't she?
Trying police: No she can't!
Psychoticbunny: Darn it! Now I have to stop trying and go back to studying to my Chinese final, which has thankfully been shortened to only three pages instead of six. Xie xie Yang-lao shi! (Sorry, toning doesn't work.)