Yo! So, I know I haven't written anything in, like, forever, and that all my stories are gone...but I'm starting a clean slate. I'm hoping this story is better than all my other ones. Tell me what you think and if you want me to continue!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, sadly enough.

It just wasn't fair. What's not fair, you ask? Well, that fact that I'm stuck in my room (on a Friday night no less) while my twin brother and his boyfriend are out partying. That's what's not fair. I don't get why I should be grounded for 4 months!
I mean it's not like it's my fault that Seifer, that Goddamn s.o.b, pushed my buttons a little too far (he just had to call me out), causing me to loose it and hospitalize him. And really, who cares about a little 7 week suspension your senior year of high school? Right? Yeah…didn't work on my family either.

"Damn it, Sora, let go!"

I stifled a yawn and glanced at my clock. The cold digital numbers flashed 1:36 am-'bout time they got home. I quietly left the warmth of my bed-well, as quietly as you can on an old bed like mine, and felt my way down the dark hallway. Damn, did I leave my skateboard out-shit! I skidded forward, as my feet came out from under me. The skateboard traveled a few more feet before snagging on a loose thread of carpet and throwing me to the ground.

"Owwww," I muttered and rubbed the side of my head. I decided not to risk stepping on something else and proceeded to crawl to the top of the stairs. I peered down the dark staircase and spotted my twin trying to stay up right while his boyfriend scowled.

"Ri-ik-ku, yooouurr the beeeest!" Sora slurred, wrapping his arms around Riku's neck. The silver haired boy rolled his chilling aqua eyes and untangled himself from Sora. The brunette giggled and fell onto the couch behind him. I muffled my laughing as a door downstairs creaked open and the devil himself appeared, blonde spikes and all.

"Yo, Cloud," Riku nodded. Cloud acknowledged him through a grunt that turned into a sigh when he saw Sora. He scratched his forehead tiredly.

"Do I really want to know?"

Riku glanced at the unconscious boy next to him and frowned.

"Probably not."

Cloud rolled his eyes and stalked back to bed muttering a goodbye on his way. Once I was sure he was gone I crept down the stairs.

"You can just leave him there," I inclined my head towards the sleeping brunette. Riku's head snapped up.

"Oh, Roxas, did we wake you?"

"Nawww, I was reading…and wallowing in self-pity, but what else is new," I commented off-handedly. Riku cocked a perfect silver eyebrow.

"If it makes you feel any better, that was a pretty epic beat-down," he chuckled. I cracked a smug grin.

"Yeah, but too bad my 'I'm holier-than-thou-'older brother didn't see it that way." Speaking of which, I probably should head back upstairs before he came back out and caught me socializing. He would probably snap and extend my punishment to a year of being cooped up in my room…joy! I glanced back at my passed out twin. "Must've been fun, he rarely comes home this drunk."

"Phff, fun, right," Riku muttered. I never really understood why (well besides the fact that he's not that social) Riku didn't enjoy partying. I mean, there's free food, drinks…what more could a guy ask for? "I'll let you go back to…'wallowing in self-pity' was it?" Riku questioned a hint of a smile in his voice. I smirked.

"Something like that, see 'ya," I whispered as he let himself out. I rolled my eyes at Sora and made my way to my room, careful to avoid my skateboard this time. As I curled up in my warm bed I began pep talking myself for tomorrow's horrors. When Sora was hung over you never knew what to expect, and with those comforting thoughts I drifted off to a world where my freedom was still intact.

"Sora, you mind telling me why you were drunk as hell last night?"

I hid my grin behind a piece of toast-I had woken up early just so I could have a front row seat for this. Sora was sitting next to me at our counter with his head between his hands.

"In my defense, I didn't know I was drinking alcohol, and can I please have an aspirin or something?"

"How did you not know you were drinking alcohol?" I chimed in. He sent me such a fierce glare that a chill ran down my spine. I pushed my chair back some.

"At least I didn't put someone in the hospital," he gave me a triumphant grin. He always seemed smarter when he had a hangover…

"But you wanted to," I countered.

"Hey may have wanted to, but he didn't act on those feelings. Roxas, this is the third time you've been suspended and the fifth time you've been in a fight!" Cloud turned to me. My eyes widened and I felt my face heat up.

"Hey, why are you yelling at me!? Sora's supposed to be the one in trouble!" I yelled. The brunette sent me a glare, but I ignored him. "Whenever he's in trouble you always find a reason to yell at me!" I slammed my fist down. I knew I was overreacting but I didn't care…so stop looking at me like that!

Cloud opened his mouth then closed it, saving whatever angry retort he had. Instead he sighed and spoke calmly.

"Why are you doing this, Roxas? You used to be at the top of your class, now you're barely passing it's like you don't even care. Not to mention you keep getting into fights…I don't understand, you used to be such a behaved kid until…" Cloud broke off. My searing gaze dropped to the ground.

"Until what?" I ground out. "Until Mom and Dad died? Have you ever stopped to think that maybe this is just the real me? You know what, who cares, apparently I don't," I jumped off my chair and stomped up the stairs, taking extra care to slam my door shut.

"Roxas…" Sora murmured softly. Cloud glanced at his younger brother.

"Just give him time," he muttered and quietly exited. Sora's worried gaze lingered on the stairs a moment longer before emitting a moan.

"Owwww my heeeeaaad."

My head was buried in a mound of pillows as I tried to block the surge of painful images that were racing through my mind. Like a broken faucet, the persistent memories wouldn't stop and leaked into my consciousness.
My stomach churned painfully and I braced myself for a mad dash to the bathroom. I need to distract myself.
I suddenly sat up and looked around my room. I spotted my cell phone lying on my dresser and reached for it. Yeah, so I wasn't supposed to talk to anyone unless it was an emergency, but I considered this an emergency, if not a small one. I dialed the familiar number and listened to the dial tone.

"Hello?"

"Olette! Say something, anything, just distract me!"

"Roxas! Umm, hey, have you heard? There's a new transfer student that is soooooo yummy! Oh! And, I bought a totally stellar outfit!"

I let out a little chuckle.

"No I hadn't heard."

"Mhm, I heard he has an older brother, too!"

"Oh really?" I was starting to calm down some.

"Totally. So, was that good?"

"Perfect." The thing I loved about Olette was that she knew when not to bring a topic up. Instead of asking what was wrong, she would just drop the subject. "Sorry about that…"

"No problem. Anytime you need me you know you can call!"

"Yeah."

"Roxas?"

"Yes?"

"Everything will be ok."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Well, I'm going to go shopping!!! Call me whenever you can! Love 'ya!"

"Bye, love you too." Now you're all probably going, 'Wait love?!' Yes we said love, but not in that sense. Olette and I have been best friends since forever.

Besides…I'm gay.