Beatles fan. I took the Sad Guitar thing from the best webcomic ever!: recommend listening to Oasis, The Who, The Beatles, and Jet while reading this fanfic
Pairing: Riku/Sora
I stood at the beach, staring out into the ocean. Suddenly, Sora appears. A giant wave rises behind him as he offers me his hand. I run to him, reaching him just before the wave crashes down over us. I grab his hand and we slowing head toward each other, his lips slowly moving towards mine, I let my eyes close...
RING RING RING RING RI-
"Damn." I said, knocking my alarm clock across the room. I have to get ready for fucking school. There's a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I said grabbing some jeans.
"It's Sora, can I come in?" He asked. I pulled my black jeans on and put on a dark green shirt.
"Sure." I said, putting on my new glasses.
"Wow! Those are pretty cool.Love the whole John Lennon thing." He said walking into my room. His dark brown hair hung over his face and a black shirt that had The Who's signature album cover of Tommy on it with blue jeans. He pushed his hair out of his face, reavealing his deep blue eyes.
"Th-thanks.." I said, blushing.
"C'mon Sad Guitar, what's bugging ya?" He asked. I love that nickname. He picked it up off the internet somewhere, thought it described me pretty well.
"No-nothing. Let's go" I said, grabbing my bag.
"Alright." We walked out the door and on the sidewalk, talking about The Who and The Beatles.
"It just doesn't make sense to me. Everytime I say The Who people say
"Beatles wannabes"." Sora said, zipping up his hoodie.
"It's just that they were very similar when they hit America. The Who were able to seppearate from that similarity when The Beatles split. Brr.." I shivered. I forgot my hoodie in the middle of
October. Real smart Riku, real smart.
"You cold?" Sora asked.
"Yeah." I said folding my arms. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"I'll keep you warm till we get to school." He said.
"Umm.. Th-thanks." I said, my face turning crimson.
"Woah, you that cold? You can bearly say a word!" He exclaimed, looking over at me.
"No I'm fine." I said, smiling. We walked up into the school. He unwrapped his arm.
"I'll see you in homeroom, kay Sad Guitar?" He said.
"Right. See you then." I said. I watched him walk away and walked to my locker. I smiled.
"Sad Guitar..."