Hello everyone. It's A Wonderful Life was a story that I made up a few years back when I was bored during the night. It was a long time ago, mind you. It was three in the morning, I was sleep deprived, and I just wrote it for fun. Just for fun is the key words. Then my one friend got a hold of it and it wasn't a particular story that I was proud of. It was one of those stories that I hid when people stayed the night over at my house. Well... I forgot to hide it once and one of my friends found it on my desk. I was actually shocked when she wanted to even mess with it. Well, to make a long story short, she loved it for some -odd- reason. That's how it ended up being put on this site. So I hope you all will enjoy this for it's sarcastic humor, twisted romances, and fun loving drama. We all need those in life, right?
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts but if I did then it would have been REALLY entertaining and twisted. Nor do I own... Anything else... Yeah, you know what I'm talking about so I really don't want to put everything here. You know it, don't bother me about it.
You know those words… "Look before you leap?" Yeah, those… That wasn't one of the sayings that I took that close to heart. I never really thought about what was going to be next for me. Not even two seconds next. I had more a of 'go with the flow' attitude about things. The point of this is, well, I thought my life was going to be simple… Normal. Yes, normal was the word to explain all this. What is normal, some may be asking themselves. Normal is whatever you make it. Ask yourself, what is normal? For me, it's a comfortable home, a loving family, supporting friends, a hottie newspaper boy who stops by your house more than he should to deliver his paper. Oh god, was I wrong about my 'normal' life.
Me? Well, you really don't have to beg for me to tell you about myself. Please, please, don't beg, you'll look pathetic. I'm quiet and respectful to adults; like any other kid should be. It was always, "Yes, sir. No, Ma'am. I apologize, sir. Many thanks, Ma'am. Please, sir." I mean, they're older and more experienced in this so called 'life.' We respect them and their useless knowledge. We do not have to believe any of their bullshit antics, we just have to act mature and make them suppose that we do. Simple. There isn't anything difficult about it. For children, I act friendly. It's not like some of the other teenagers these days that will blow off a child if they come too close. It's like they forget what they were like when they were younger. People have seen these cases; when they are hanging out with their friends and their little sibling comes out to play. Hand to face, get out of my way. That is their attitude. Taking candy from a baby? Cruel suckers. Haven't teenagers realized that treating a child like that sometimes creates serial killers? Fucking up their minds now is not so great in the long scheme of things. Sure, you can still act your age, but don't make it seem as if a stick has been shoved up your ass. For the sake of the children. Seriously, people. Even if it is a façade. Jump on the bandwagon. You probably will not regret it.
On to how others see me. Fun, no? People tell me that I'm one of the most intelligent people that they have ever met in their life. However, I believe that they are mistaking intelligence for cleverness. Intelligence is the ability to learn facts and skills to a very high standard while cleverness is demonstrating mental agility and creativity. Therefore, I'm just not intelligent, I am a mastermind. These mistakes have caused me to stop listening to these certain kinds of people in our small world. As you can already tell, I'm not much of a people person unlike some of my friends because, frankly, they tend to get on my nerves. Okay, not tend to… They just do.
I am a fifteen year old male; I have short spiky honey blond hair that matched my father's perfectly, and I have bright sapphire eyes just like my mother's. My height is five feet, six inches, my weight is about one hundred forty or so, and I am still one of the shortest students in all of my classes like I have always been for all of my years of school. I am Caucasian and will probably get a tan during summer vacation. After telling you all this about me, I should at least mention to you that I am also bisexual. Yes, I'm bisexual but no one's suppose to know that, especially my family. Over all, I'm a pretty happy little camper. Besides the part where I am a Sophomore and still extremely short. Other than that, pretty damn chipper.
Right now? You actually want to know what's happening in my life at this very minute? How nice of you for caring. Façade again? Thanks for practicing. Well, I am surrounded by darkness in a very sheltered place from the outside world. No, I am not being emo at this particular moment, I'm actually telling you the honest truth. I am located in the darkness in the tight space in the trunk of my mother's brand new Mercedes. I can hear my mother singing along to a newer pop song in the front seat, and if I do say myself, very off tune. Her 'boy toy' boyfriend, Don, is chatting away on his cell, trying hard to make a 'business' deal with someone. Jeeze, his voice makes me want to gag on a knife. Okay… Maybe I should start from the beginning… You seem just slightly confuzzled.
I, my mother whose name is Kristy, and my father, Aaron, all lived in a healthy… -there's that word again- 'normal'… city. My father owned a major company that had him traveling city to city all over the world. In turn to him owning a business, this made our family very wealthy people. As well as that, it made my life hell since we had to paint those stupid plastic smiles on our faces to show the world that we are happy and loving. Bull fucking shit. Continuing on, Aaron never really had a night off from his work and hell, I really did not give a damn about it. Neither did my mother. Obviously, but we will get to that bit in a moment. My mother worked for a national zoo in the city and was one of the best vets in the world for the marine animals. As a side job, she wrote books. It was something that she liked and would keep her mind occupied during those lonely nights. Excuse me for snorting at that last bit. As for myself? I went to an expensive private all-boys academy that only a selected few could even apply. From that little tidbit, I was the best in the class for most of my years and still have that ability to bullshit an entire test and get away with it. Everyone should prefect that skill too. The only friends I had were some close ones that I acquired throughout my childhood. Only a handful. My life seems pretty nice, right? It was a opulent story book beginning. Then, my mother met Don a year ago, just as I was entering high school.
This is when the story turns from G to off the bloody fucking charts.
Don? Hm, Don… I really don't have much to say about the guy. He's just… there. Just right there with his soft Romeo brown hair, bright baby blue eyes, male model build, and movie star smile. He is existent and you can't really do anything to change that, in a legal way. Still yet, if you did something to him illegally, his body will still exist… Unless you do 'certain' things -that are still illegal- to him. You can see how much thought I put into this guy each day, can't you? Damn… There's really no way to get rid of this freak! Never mind my useless rambling of the many ways that I could possibly kill the guy.
Continuing on… My mother met Don last year when Bilbo, The Amazing Flying Dolphin, got sick. First off, the dolphin was not actually 'flying.' I know at least one out of five people reading this pictured a dolphin passing by clouds at this very second. Now five out of five of you are laughing your asses off because you either know I'm right or you're picturing it as well. That is right, laugh it up. Anyways, back to Bilbo… No, it wasn't just 'got sick' it was couldn't move for freaking months. The Amazing Flying Dolphin quickly turned into The Amazing Stationary Floater. With that kind of name for a dolphin, business rapidly started to fail and the zoo, after many months of deciding, finally thought to do something about it. They needed to find some kind of drugs so they could get the fish to move around, to strengthen the muscles a bit. Why in the heck they would give a giant ton of blubber the same kind of drugs that make a thirty-year-old man's genitals shrink and a twenty-year-old woman to grow some is still beyond me.
So… They needed the drugs; you got that part, right? Ever so luckily they were that a certain blitzball team- that were famous because of their continuous steroid abuse- came into their town. Moreover, if the puppy travels, his caretaker has to follow too, carrying with him a large brown paper bag. Therefore, as you all must have already guessed, Don was their drug dealer. Ahhh… The sweet smell of steroids. I could not possibly get into the details about how they met each other. Let us kindly skip over that section for everyone's sake. After their 'business' deal, they started sneaking around. Sneaking around as in… 'Having fun with equations.' They did this when my dad was out of town… Which, to make it simple… Every freakin' day besides Christmas, Epiphany, Ash Wednesday, Palm Sunday, Easter Sunday, Ascension Day, and Pentecost or Whitsun. Oh yeah… Our family is supposedly made up of Christians.
Another bland joke on my life.
Right, right. Moving on now… Two days ago, my father was supposed to be in some place called Knickerbocker, but came home early. He caught them in the act and it was probably the biggest fight against two pussys I have ever seen in my life. So surprising from a man who was suppose to be in Knickerbocker. From the two, I think that my mother was the only one who had a pair of big nice brass balls; everyone else seemed to lose them along the way. Finally, after the initial shock had past, my father called for an immediate divorce. He actually pulled out his blackberry and called Mike- his lawyer who I swear is gay and has the tightest ass of anyone on this earth- but he was fussed up over something. He eventually said that he would work it out somehow and would talk to the judge. I listened through their whole conversation because my father had a tendency of putting people on speakerphone when he's doing stuff. Since he was throwing everything my mother owned out of the window, then yeah, he had put Mike on speakerphone. Then, near the end of their conversation, the last thing I heard shocked me completely.
"Aaron, I know, Sugar, but you have to listen to what I'm telling you. Please listen, doll face. This is your house. You paid for it with your money. This is the only place that is suitable for your littleRoxas to live in. So get up off your lazy ass and kick that no-for-good wife out of your house and keep your child away from her till your lawyer- that's me- can settle everything out." There was a pause where he was about to hang up the phone but added something quickly before he did. "Oh yeah, Sweetie, don't ruin the window curtains in your bedroom. They were on sale and I don't want to see the poor things get hurt because of all this. In addition to that, it's part of the Martha Stewart Collection!"
Okay, time out. Who in their right mind would actually remember what is in that woman's collection! No offence to the woman but she has over two-hundred thingamajigs just in the cooking department! Did he subscribe to a weekly magazine where it tells you about what hundreds of new items she had created over the past weekend? Does that woman ever sleep or is she just a robot who's working for the government to brainwash us into buy useless items in her collection. I bet you that the plates are actually a paper plate coated with a cancer causing material that has a cheap design that children from foreign countries hand painted for a tiny grain of rice.
Getting back on subject- come on, who does not love my tangents, seriously? I was ordered to stay at my father's estate until the judge decided on who would take me. Who was the one who decided this? The guy who wears the tight leather pants during court just so the jury member can see how 'flexible' he is with his client, that's who. There was no way in bloody hell that I would ever stay with my father… Alone. The just brings the whole creep factor up a few places on my chart. Now, if I were ordered to stay with Mike then it would be a completely different matter where I would be hanging from my neck by the curtains in the Martha Stewart Collection. Again… No way in bloody hell.
Soon, I found out that I had no choice in the matter because my mother was already gone. Left. Absent. Away. Departed. Vanished. Disappeared into the dark night's sky accompanied by another. Any snazzy way that you can put this situation all came out with my same response, "That fucking slut." She left me to go run around with her fucking drug dealer boyfriend? The idiot who goes by the name of Don? Seriously, the woman doesn't even smoke so why in the hell would she leave me and go off to live the fantasy of drugs and cheap hotel rooms with a stuntman look-alike? It doesn't add up. At least they could hold me for ransom or something because I'm actually worth a pretty price here. Could the two ever think up a brilliant plan such as that? No.
My father locked me in my room- thinking that I would escape to run after my mother or something of the sort- and I was forced to stay there. It did not help matters that I thought of myself as a princess locked in a tower. Now think of me in a dress. Now, that's nice. I wondered what he thought I was going to do anyways. Seriously, what was going through his mind? That I would turn into my alter ego and fly into the night's sky to live our a better life? That would be interesting to see, but I highly doubt that it could happen until I am caught up in some horrible chemical spill. Those were the kinds of things that I thought about in my room until I heard someone knocking on my balcony window.
Then, when I thought that my life couldn't possibly get anymore screwed up in one day, my mother arrived at my bedroom's balcony with a black plastic trash bag in her hands. Yeah, the creep factor was raised even more. Possible breaking past the point of no return. Besides the part where I almost shat my pants as she scared the living shit out of me, I was happy to see her. My mother didn't leave me for the cheap hotel rooms after all! I feel so loved that I am higher than syphilis on her 'More Important' scale. I was seriously shocked by this. You people just have no freaking idea. Quickly, she explained that we needed to move fast to get back to Don who was waiting for us on the first story. Oh yes, my bedroom is on the third story. My mother must have turned into Spider Man and scaled the freakin' walls to reach my balcony.
When I agreed to go with her, I didn't know that I was agreeing to go inside the plastic bag too. That really just did not pop into my mind at that very moment. Maybe I should have questioned the black bag from the start. It would have been smarter. However, she said that it was the only way she could get me out of town without being spotted. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she had been drinking when she made this plan up. After arguing for a few minutes, I gave in, got inside the bag, and was carried by my own mother down the balcony- which I have no clue how she did it! She really must be Spider Man. Then I was carried over twenty miles to where Don was with the Mercedes. She said that he was waiting for us on the first story. Bullshit! Once you have to carry someone twenty miles to the person on the supposed 'first story', it's put into conception that it is now called 'some person's front lawn.' They let my out of the bag finally and we started for a new home called, Eclipse City… With me in the trunk.
Therefore, that's how I ended up here. So much for my so-called 'normal' life. Now this should be the start of my new beginning. Or something big whoop like that. My body aces from being in this position for so long. I don't even remember how long I've been trapped in here for. Wait… Why in the hell has it gotten so bumpy all of a sudden? Stupid Don. Can't even drive on the city streets. Anyways, it'll be a long way until we reached Eclipse City, I should get some rest…
-End of Chapter 1- I'm a droll comedian at heart, you know. This story makes me smile. By the way, Mike is based off my one of my guy friends in the world- yes he is a lawyer- and I adore him. He is the funniest guy ever! He actually talks like that too and also wore spandex to court once. He is the Marluxia of the court room. So yes, this is the first chapter and now you see how twisted humor is the key roll in the writing. Then again, when you're writing this at three in the morning… Do you really think that it was so twisted? Ha!
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