Summary: Riku thinks of his favoite person.
A/N: This is dedicated to my lovely SerenityDenied. Happy birthday love!
Favorites
Favorites.
I have a lot of favorites.
Like chocolate is my favorite ice cream.
Peach is my favorite fruit.
Teal is my favorite color.
But can people have a favorite person? Well, maybe if you put them into categories.
Kairi would be my favorite friend that's a girl.
Waka would be my favorite person to play Blitz ball with.
Selphie is my favorite hyperactive ball of energy.
Mom is my favorite Mom, and Dad is my favorite…well, Dad.
Then there's Sora, who's my most favorite best friend in the world.
But …there's one person I just can't place.
He's not Wakka, so no Blitzball favorite there.
He's not a girl or hyper, so he's not Kairi or Selphie.
He's defiantly not Sora, even though their eyes are the same shade of blue.
I don't know. He's different.
When he grabs my hand and smiles, I get this choking, fluttery feeling, and I feel like I can't breath. When he lies on my floor and looks up at me after a videogame or two and mutters that he loves me. I can't help but feel satisfaction in knowing that I'm the only one he says that too.
Also when he cooks his famous three cheese grilled sandwich, and even though it's swimming in grease and makes me sick afterwards, I still eat it and tell him it's good just to see the look of pride and happiness in his eyes.
He makes me feel strange.
Different from when I had a crush on Kairi when we were younger.
These feelings. They are so much … Stronger.
I'm really not used to them. They make me uncomfortable. I want to run away from them, all of it, and him.
But then I look over at him and he smiles at me.
"Riku!"
I know I can't.
I don't want too.
"Coming Tidus."
Tidus is my favorite. Period.
A/N: There we go.