Hello one and all. This is my first real story here on this lovely website. I'd love to say that I have this whole story planned out, from beginning, middle, and end, but sadly I only have a slight idea of what's happening. So, tips and reviews would be awesome. Oh, and I love you all :D

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I've been sleeping with my head under the covers recently. Which is strange, because I've never been able to do that, even when that crazy ass Artic wind hit the islands a few years back. Every morning I'd wake with half of my body sticking out of the covers, sometimes uncovered completely, other times not even on the bed.

But that hasn't been the case these mornings. When I wake up, I'm surrounded by pale white. Sometimes I find my head locked underneath the pillows, my arms pounding the cushions harder still down on me. Everything is stuffy and hot, and I awake every morning not knowing where I am, lost in a sea of white sheets. Yellow sunlight soaks the blankets so they turn into a soft pastel, as if signifying some sort of harmony amongst my surroundings.

And I'll stay there for hours, or maybe just seconds that are matted and contorted into each other, distorting my hazy reality into my own make-believe paradise. Mom'll be coming into my room any minute, shaking me and laughing about what a lazy young man I've become. She'll take me downstairs where she's made me breakfast, or maybe Dad made it for her. Then Dad'll take Mom into his arms and kiss her as if they were teenagers, and I'll yell out in playful disgust.

It's strange how you can see it so clearly; something that has never happened to you, but the vision is so vivid and clear that you almost believe it. And maybe, if I pray hard enough or strike a deal with God, I can find a way to stay in that dream forever.

I throw off the sticky blankets, tossing away those fucked up dreams and all the things that would be considered happy. My feet smash down the sheets, and with little strength I pulled myself up, getting ready for the bleak and oh-so-happy day that was sure to greet me with smiley faces and little pink-colored hearts.

The sheets wrapped around my feet and I fell face first to the ground, my head smashing on my booked-filled backpack. Because life loves to be a bitch in the morning.

Despite my lovely greeting with my bedroom floor, the shower and dressing sped past in a sleepy run. I woke up somewhere in front of the freezing refrigerator, which, of course, was still filled with nothing but beer.

Slamming the door shut, I stormed back up to my room to grab my bag. Even though I was half awake at the time, I still seemed to be able to dressed. Baggy black pants combined with an oversized white sweatshirt with black graffiti scribbled across my chest. Good, good, but my unconsciousness forgot my piercings and style my hair, which I could never leave the house without doing.

The blue gel squished loudly between my hands, applying it to my hair to make my brown spikes point out in random directions. Silver studs crawled up my left ear while three small silver rings cupped my right. One spike on my bottom lip, two more on my eyebrows. I smiled wickedly, considering putting on some pink lip-gloss that Kairi forced me to buy. Yep, Daddy-dearest would have just a blast seeing me in that.

Shoving my backpack onto my shoulders, I ran down the stairs, hooking my finger through the car keys that sprawled on the kitchen counter. So far so good without seeing anyone. Just two more steps, a simple turn on the doorknob, a small pull and I'll be –

"Good morning."

My hand gripped the doorknob tightly. "Hey, Dad."

"Don't look away from me, Sora. What costume are you wearing today?"

I grumbled under my breath, turning my face slightly to the man standing on the stairs.

Dad grunted, lifting his coffee cup to his lips that slowly curved into a slight frown. "Good Lord, son, did you really want to look like that when you let some tattooed criminal stab a needle through your face?"

The door crashed into the wall.

"Calm down. I want to talk to you."

"I need to get to school."

"Talking to me for a minute won't make you late, son."

"Oh, I'd just love to, Dad, but I've got to pick up Riku, and it'd just be oh-so rude if I kept him waiting." I heard him chuckle at the sound of my best friend's name, combined with a mumbled word that sounded like 'fag'.

Dad stepped down from the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. "Just wanted to let you know that I'm having a party tomorrow night. My coworkers are bringing their families, probably some girls too." He laughed as he clicked open a beer.

I made sure the smash the door hard enough to make his priceless paintings fall off the walls.

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"What took you so long?" Riku smirked, crashing down in the passenger seat. He flipped down the mirror, checking and reapplied more of his watermelon lip-gloss onto his sweet lips.

"Slept in, skipped breakfast, and a lovely talk with Daddy-dearest," I replied.

Riku snorted, fixing his bangs before closing the mirror. Of course he really doesn't need to change anything on his face, but being the perfectionist that he is there always something that he needs to fix. And like always, his outfit was flawless. A semi tight white t-shirt and a pair of black girl pants (probably his older sister's). Of course the cold weather had no effect on him.

"Y'know, if you keep staring at me then we'll be late." Riku smirked, applying some mascara on his long eyelashes.

I smirked back, starting up the car again. "Since when do you care if we're late or not?"

"You're absolutely right, Sora," Riku suddenly turned to me, grabbing my arm gently and leaning closer to me. "Let's skip school today and makeout in the backseat."

I laughed, leaning my head closer to his once we hit a red light. "Oh Riku, not again. You know how I can't stand your teasing this early in the morning."

And then we laughed, pulling away from each other. Riku reached over to turn up the music, still laughing at our inside joke.

Of course, that's all it would ever be. Just our little inside joke. One day he would find himself a handsome boyfriend, and I would…do something or whatever, but it would never end with us together.

Because in our inside joke, he was always joking, while I was always serious.

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Okay, there's the story. Please review my loves :D