okay so, why was it any of sora and kairi's business on what riku did? he was far from a poseur, if anything - sora was the poseur, okay? do you get that? how dare that spikey-haired little freak of nature call him a poseur. but the sad part was, it was true. and riku knew it. he used to be a good little virgin boy until the 'cool kids' moved into the neighborhood. so what if he did cocaine with cloud and leon because he thought it was cool? so what if now he's coughing up black because of axel? sora could go fuck himself for all HE cared - oh wait, he wouldn't. he and kairi were 'saving themselves for each other'. psh, was riku's reaction when he heard that. kairi? saving herself before marriage? yeah, and namine had a double d cup.
to rid himself of his anger, he turned his ipod on and tucked it safely into his white and yellow vest. "no i don't even know your name it - DOESN'T MATTER." he felt his body react to the beat and his lips shaped along with the lyrics and melody. as much as he hated the woman behind the lyrics, it was a catchy song. though, again, riku would never admit it. "i kissed a girl," he was probably doing the moon walk and he didn't even realize it. music was a drug, a good drug. a soothing drug. it was like weed, honestly.
riku opened his aquamarine eyes only to see the tall brunette male standing in his doorway with that annoying 'i'm a bastard and i know it' smirk. leon opened his mouth to comment, but riku shushed him quicky. "don't you even dare." the smirk grew wider, "blackmail."