t-t-b-s: okay, this is going to be extremely out of character, and i dont know what the hell I'm doing, but here it goes. There's no summary since i don't even know what this story is going to be about yet. okay, here it goes

"blah" talking

"blah" words being said by someone u cant see

blah voices in head

blah voices on other line of phone

FBFBFBFB means flash back

DDDDD flash back to a dream

#### change of scene or skip through time

alright, enough of that. here we go.....

" Sora, keep your shoulders in line with the floor and angle your hips in the direction you are lifting your leg!"

Sweat gathered on the fourteen-year-old's brow and he grunted as he did what he was told. He took in a deep breath and held on to the railing as he lifted his leg straight up in the air. He could feel the joint in his hip roll as he held it up so that his knee was right by his head and the leg was perfectly straight, finding his balance on the foot still on the ground.

" Very good Sora," everyone in his class clapped as he let his lifted leg come to gracefully rest on the floor. " And you kept your posture and form even when you let your leg down, that's wonderful! You are the most promising boy I've seen in this ballet studio in years. You're even better than some of my girls."

That's right. Sora was in ballet. And he was damn good at it too. He also happened to be the only boy in his class. All the others were in a class lower than his. He didn't mind though. Most boys couldn't seem to drop their instinct to compete and tried to start a lot of things with him and prove that they were better than him. It was really quite distracting.

Sora had taken up ballet when he was ten years old and after five years had gotten quite good. His instructor and all of the girls in his class were very proud of him and were glad that there was a boy that didn't think ballet was just something stupid that girls did in their spare time.

"Okay, we'll do stretches and then we can pack up," the other girls spread out and Rachel, his instructor, moved to the front of the class.

"You did very well Kitten," Sophie came up to Sora after class was over. Kitten was the nick-name that all the girls had given him because he was so small and flexible.

Sora blushed. "Don't call me that Sophie."

She laughed and tossed her blond hair. "But it fits you so well. Ze uzzer girls were right to pick zat name for you," her voice had a thick French accent.

Sora blushed again. "Oh stop it Sophie," a frizzy red-haired girl walked up beside them, Kirsten. " He can't help the fact that he's so cute," she ruffled his already messy hair.

" Cut it out guys!" Sora raced up to the boys' changing room to escape his class mates.

" You know Sora, you might as well come change with us, since you're practically one of the girls." Stephenie, a blonde, commented slyly from the door to the girls' dressing room. " We don't mind if you have something," she gave him a once over, " 'extra'." The other girls giggled and Sora rushed into the boys' room and shut the door.

He sighed and fought to keep his blush under control. They always picked on him like that, and it was true. Here, he practically was one of the girls. When the others giggled and talked about guys and clothes, they didn't leave him out of their circle and acted like he was in on their conversations. And they knew that if they ever talked about liking one of his friends that he wouldn't say anything or laugh at them and say they had no chance. Once Sora had on his shorts, leotard, and ballet shoes, he was one of them.

Sora turned to get his clothes out of his bag only to find that his bag wasn't there. His breath caught in his chest. If he lost his bag, then he would have to walk the six blocks to his house in what he was wearing. Which would be very embarassing because all he was wearing was a black leotard with half sleeves down to the elbow, short ( short short short short) black shorts that were extremely tight and tiny, and his black ballet shoes that laced up the calve.

Running out of the changing room he caught sight of a giggling Stephenie running off with his duffle bag. " Wait!" he yelled, running after her. She ran outside and when Sora burst through the doors he saw her on a bike peddling down the street. He would never catch her. Letting out a growl of frustration he stormed back inside. This was just great!

" Don't worry Kitten," Amanda, another blonde, said from the practice room. " We'll give it back to you at school on Monday." Then she giggled and went off with her parents.

Sora growled again and looked across the street at the way he would have to take home. Then he sighed, " I guess if I run there'll be less of a chance that someone will see me. And besides, I have to meet Riku at my house in a little bit." He blushed a deep crimson at the thought of being caught by Riku in this outfit. He opened the door and took off.

Riku whistled as he walked down the street. He was on his way to Sora's house which was only a block away from his house. He was anticipating what Sora would do when he showed up, because Sora had made him promise never to come over until after 6:30. But Riku was bored and decided it wouldn't hurt to go over a litlle earlier, like at 6:00. He rounded the corner of the block and saw his sable haired friend run up the stairs to his house.

The silver haired boy frowned. What was Sora wearing? Whatever it was it was all black and very form fitting. If he didn't know any better he would say that it was one of those spandex suit things that dancers and stuff wore. He walked closer, his best friend still hadn't noticed him, and saw him take off his shoes, but they didn't look like normal shoes, and they had weird looking ribbons hanging off of them.

" Hey Sora!" Riku called out to the smaller boy.

Sora's heart stopped and he turned, with a horrified expression on his face, to face the very person he didn't want to see walking up to his house. ' Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit...' was all that was running through his head.

Out of the blue house next to Sora's walked Tidus. He was about to go over to see if Sora was back from ballet yet. Tidus was the only one besides the boy's mother and classmates that knew about Sora taking ballet.

He was shocked to see Riku standing in front of his house, on his way over to Sora who was still in his ballet...er..stuff( i dont know what to call it). It seemed as though Riku hadn't quite realized what Sora was wearing yet. He frantically scrapped through his mind to try and find something to distract the silver haired teen.

" Hey Riku! Come here!" both Sora and Riku looked to the blonde blitzball champion. Sora gave him a mouthed 'thank you' and rushed in his house.

" Hold on Tidus," Riku turned back to Sora's house only to see that he had already gone inside. He frowned before walking over to see what Tidus wanted." What?" he asked gruffly

Tidus put on a fake hurt look and pouted, almost exactly like Sora did. " Aww, Riku, I thought we were friends. I just thought that maybe I could get you to say hi to me, but since you think you're too cool....." Tidus also had Sora's talent for being able to produce very realistic tears.

Riku reached foreward wiped a tear from the younger boy's cheek and grinned. " Shut up airhead. You know we're always gonna be friends." With a quiirked eyebrow he added " Unless you do something to seriously piss me off."

" Alright alright," Tidus put his hands up in an ' I'm backing off' gesture. " Geeze Riku, I hope I never get on your bad side. You can be pretty scary."

" See you later Tidus," Riku waved as he walked over to Sora's house once again.

Tidus almost stopped him but let him go. ' Sora's probably had enough time to change by now.' He sighed and walked back into his house.

Sora walked slowly don the stairs pulling a blue shirt on as he made his way to thr front door. He opened it to see a confused looking Riku. The younger boy just gave him a typical Sora grin and let him in.

" Hey, didn't you see me on my way over here? Why did you go inside, and what were you wearing? It looked pretty tight, wasn't it uncomfortable" Riku looked around in hopes of seeing Sora's strange attire laying around somewhere.

" Well, um, yeah, it was uncomfortable and so I thought that since you were probably going to talk to Tidus that I could change out of it really quick," Sora knew that came out a little rushed but Riku didn't seem to notice. " It was just some weird costume from drama club." Riku knew he was in drama.

" Oh"

" And besides," Sora suddenly narrowed his eyes at the older boy," you aren't supposed to come over till six thirty." He pointed to the clock." It's still only six twenty-five"

Riku just shrugged. " I just thought I'd come a little early today, that's all. Let's play playstation or something." Without waiting for Sora's response, Riku headed up the stairs to his best frineds room. The younger boy sighed and headed up after him.

" Now remember, it's paused for a reason Riku," Sora said sternly as he walked towards the ringing phone. " Don't un-pause it and kill me like you did last time." Riku just rolled his eyes.

" Moshi moshi," Sora answered the phone.

Sora?

" Oh hi Tidus!"

Riku looked at Sora out of the corner of his eye, who didn't know that Riku could hear what Tidus was saying.

What're you guys doing over there?

" Just playing playstation, mortal combat."

That game is so old. I don't know why you guys are so obsessed with it.

" Yeah, well I bet we don't really know either," Sora laughed.

So, umm, did he catch you?

Sora's smile faltered and he looked at Riku. To him it looked like the older teen wasn't paying attention. Little did he know....

" No, he asked about it but I changed the subject," he said in a more quiet voice.

Well, maybe you should start gewtting to your house a little earlier. What took you so long anyways? You're usually there in time to take a shower and stuff before Riku gets there.

Riku was straining his ears so he wouldn't miss anything. " Well for one, he came early, and for another, those stupid girls stole my bag! I had to walk home in those incredibly short shorts." Even though he was practically growling, he managed to stay quiet enough to evade Riku's hearing. Or so he thought....." You don't know how many whistles and lewd comments I got running home, and not just from the girls!"

Any cute guys offer to pick you up? Tidus teased.

Riku's eyes widened. Tidus was just kidding right?

Sora gave another nervous glance at Riku who was ' not listening'. " None really my type. But there were some you might have liked."

Riku's heart stopped. Sora was.....

Damn you Sora, you should have gotten their numbers! Tidus crowed playfully.

And Tidus?!

" Yeah well, I was too busy trying not to get molested," Sora chuckled.

Hey, can I come over there for a while? Tidus' voice suddenly lost its cheerfulness. My dad just got home.

Sora and Riku stiffened. Just about everyone of Tidus' friends knew about his abusive, alcoholic father. " Hold on," He looked to Riku. " Can Tidus come over?"

" Yeah, of course," Riku turned and grinned at Sora. " Another ass for me to kick."

Sora stuck his tongue out at his silver haired friend and put the phone back to his ear. " Come on over, Riku seems to think he can kick both of our butts."

Well, he's in for a surprise, we won't go down that easily! See you in a few, gotta sneak past my dad. I think he's been drinking again.

" Okay, well, be careful," Sora let his concern show in his voice.

Don't worry, I will. then he hung up.

He walked back over to Riku and straddled the fifteen year old's lower back, who was laying on his stomach, unaware that Riku had heard the whole phone conversation.

" Oof! What're you doing Sora?"

" I think I can beat you by the time Tidus gets here," He grinned at Riku when he craned his neck around to stare at him.

" How am I supposed to play with a monkey on my back?" Riku laugh turned into a groan as Sora bounced on him one time. " God, make that a cow on my back." Sora bounced again.

While Riku's attention was diverted, Sora pressed the resume icon and hit Riku's fighter with one of his special attacks, making his life points go down.

" So you're gonna cheat huh?" Riku smirked as he blocked Sora's next attack easily. " Well how do you like this?" He arched his back repeatedly making Sora slide back and forth on his back.

" H-hey no fair!" Sora yelled as Riku was able to hit his player repeatedly with great force.

What Riku didn't know was that instead of just making Sora loose control of his controler, he was making him loose control of himself too. As Riku bucked and wiggled, Sora was rubbing repeatedly against his back(if ya know what i mean . ) Out of nowhere, Riku flipped them over and twisted so that Sora was now on his back with Riku in between his legs.

' Why am I doing this?!' the sane part of Riku's mind screamed. The other part pushed that voice to the back of his head and he scooted up so that his and Sora's hips fit together a little too perfectly. " Two can play at that game," he grinned as he landed several good hits on Sora's character.

" Ah!" Sora dropped his controller at the shock of the contact just as Riku landed the finishing blow.

" Yes! I won! I so kicked your ass Sora," Riku grinned down at the flushed boy beneath him. " What was that you said about beating me before Tidus got here?"

Sora suddenly snapped out of his trance and looked at the clock. It had been fifteen minutes since he had hung up with Tidus and the blonde should have been there by now.

" Tidus.." the name slipped passed his lips in a worried whisper.

Riku paled as he too looked at the clock. He hurriedly got off of Sora and they both ran for the stairs.

" Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-" Sora was saying as he made his way to the door. As soon as he swung it open to run to his other best friends house he stopped.

Tidus was collapsed on his front porch, looking thoroughly beaten.

t-t-b-s: well, that's it for now folks. but im already working on the second chap. review if you can force your lazy selves to do so. Ja