"can't kick the habit.
i've got to have it.
i'm what they call a love addict."
Nothing made him feel the way he did when he was alone with someone, tangled in cotton sheets, moon beams shining through the half-closed blinds. It wasn't the type of love that you would find in movies, but to him, it was love, all the same. For the 17 year old boy, sex was better than drugs, but was as addictive as cigarettes. Although of course, even a teenager who's loved by everyone (girls, mostly), still has a goal. One person they want more than anyone else. He just didn't know who it was yet. This is where she came in.
Totally unlike him, she was an academically driven young lady. Pushing for Harvard, Yale, Duke, or Brown, she was the star pupil of their schools thousand-some student population. He, on the other hand, was driven toward athletic standards. Goalie in soccer, quarter-back in football, and that guy that everyone makes "I LOVE YOU" signs for in hockey. He was the most popular guy in the 12th grade. Maybe even the most popular guy in school.
She thought he was an ignorant asshole.
He thought she was an angel.
So there he lay in bed, tonight with a blonde. Lately he had been trying to find girls that reminded him of her. Tonight's lady was practically identical in every way, just blonde. That night's dosage, or hit, if you will, had ended an hour, maybe two, ago, and tonight's lady had curled herself in a ball, and had drifted off into a deep sleep. He, on the other hand, was eating a chocolate chip cookie that he had found on his nightstand, and took tiny bites while he dazed off, while he stared at the white, stucco ceiling, thinking of her.
He thought she was perfect in every way imaginable. The way her perfect auburn hair was always tucked neatly behind her perfect ears. The way her perfect blueberry-blue eyes would always shine. Or even her perfect step. So graceful, so delicate. So perfect.
Kairi loved Sora. She just didn't know it yet.
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