update: 6/25/12
I'm updating because it needs a rewrite and I'm drafting a sequel. Harsh language.
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Vanitas didn't pick the phone up. He had decided this morning that he would do nothing that involved standing up. He was dead tired from studying for his exams, he had just gotten fired from his job at the ice cream store for "disrespecting a customer", and his family had forgotten to send him money for the apartment.
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Vanitas just sat there, and put a magazine over his head.
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"God-fucking damn it." he mumbled, standing up to pick up the phone. "Hello?" he said irritably.
"Vani."
He sighed, sitting back onto the couch. "If anyone but you called, I probably would've thrown the phone at the window."
"That's nice to hear." The corners of his mouth turned up a little bit.
"Whaddya want?" he asked, relaxing into his pillow.
"Can I come over?" she asked.
He looked at his clock. "It's 7 p.m. Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Please Vani?" He could already picture her face pouting.
"Come over." He hung up, and dropped the phone onto the ground, and put the magazine over his head again. It would take Xion a couple minutes to walk over, so he could get some res-
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"Shit."
"I'm bored." she said, with a stick of melting sea-salt ice cream in her mouth.
"It's fucking two a.m." he said, his hand on his face. "Go to sleep."
"No."
"Fine." he said. He quickly thought of a game, and remembered one from a long, long time ago.
"Do you want to play Firetruck?" he said innocently, tilting his head to look at her.
"Sure! What is it?" she said, seeming genuinely excited.
"I'm the firetruck. I move closer to you until you say red light. Okay?"
Xion shrugged, the excitement disappearing from her face. "Seems boring, but I'll play."
Vanitas and Xion stood up.
Vanitas took one step.
Another step.
Another step.
Another step.
And one more step.
Until he was about two feet away from her.
One step.
"Red light."
Another step.
"Redlight!"
He was close to her, and he was breathing her in. "Redlight, redlight, redlight!" she screamed, putting her hands on his arms, trying to push him away. He took another step, pushing her against the wall. She was breathless, her face red as a tomato. Vanitas smirked and whispered in her ear, "Silly Xion. Firetrucks don't stop at red lights."
And he kissed her. He was met with little resistance, and she almost sighed, slumping into him. It was becoming sloppy and weird, but he didn't mind.
And she didn't either. Eventually he sat on a couch, and she clamored onto him. They'd only done this a few times, and it turned out awkward most of the time. But this time, with Xion breathing hard, and Vanitas's hands on her waist, it felt... right.
And so they made out some more.
It was nearly three a.m. when they stopped. "Bored now?" he asked, smirking.
"Screw off, Vani." she said, kissing him on the neck.
She leaned on his shoulder, beginning to sleep.
He grinned, and made her sit on his lap, while he used her as his pillow and blanket. "Good night." she said, shifting her neck into him.
"Yeah." he yawned, closing his eyes.
Maybe they'd play another game of firetruck later, he thought, still smirking in sleep.