After another blustery day at Hollow Bastion High, the two best friends of Year 10 head out the main gates on a sunset-tinted Friday afternoon. The taller of the two swishes his silver hair over his shoulder as the teasing winds continue to sweep it in front of his face and misplace his vision. Whilst this miniscule war was going on between Riku and his hair, the smaller of the two aimlessly wandered behind him in that shorter, positive way that he always does.
"So, it's Friday!" Cheers Sora, bouncing up and down, causing his nutty brown spikes to sway gently upon as his head as his older friend throws a glance down at him.
"…Your point being?"
Only met with a shrug, it made it the last phrase to pass their lips before they left the school gates for the long awaited weekend. Heading down the cobbled roadside together, the silence being disturbed by a faint hum from the shorter of the two, they end up reaching said short boy's house first. Coming to a halt on the end of his garden, Riku shields his eyes from the setting sun placed behind the house and smiles.
"Got any plans for the weekend?" Ventures the silver haired teen as he replaces his bag's shoulder strap firmly onto his broad shoulders and smirks as his friend just shrugs in a rather dazed fashion.
"Nope, not one." Scratching the back of his head rather sheepishly, Sora sees Riku just roll his eyes as a brief laugh escapes past his lips.
"Well, my parents are in all weekend…so I don't want to be…"
"Oh, wanna stay at mine then?" Joining that request came a cheeky grin, which obviously meant mischief was to be involved with that evening. Even so, the taller of the two once again curved his lips into a tell-tale smirk and flicked his silvery locks over his shoulder.
"I'll get my things."
The rest of the lazy evening was spent in Sora's front lounge; the two of them sat either ends of the sofa with their legs meeting in the middle and their feet flat against the others. Whilst they pushed as hard as they could against one another to win in this ultimate battle of strength, Sora's older brother Cloud just sat on the lone leather seat on the other side of the room, watching in the most unbelievable boredom as his dark haired friend Zack bet him 1000 Munny that Sora would kick Riku off the sofa first. It seems Zack is the dumb blonde between him and Cloud, oddly. Not bad for the actual blonde though, as he was now 1000 Munny richer.
Before they know it, the stars had woken up and dragged the moon along with them as the sun was sleeping peacefully beneath the horizon. Now in their bed clothing, which for Sora was a 'Transformers' top and shorts, and for Riku was just a pair of ankle length, grey and baggy draw-string trousers.
"Which room are we sleeping in, 'cause your room's tiny Sora…" States Riku, leaning against the wall besides the upstairs bathroom, whilst his younger friend was inside brushing his teeth furiously and causing too much tooth paste froth to be understood.
"We ca say in da pare oom!" That was all that Riku could make out. Loosely translated into actual English from tooth paste lingo was: 'We can stay in the spare room!'
"If you say so," Walking across the wooden panelled landing, Riku enters the spare bedroom located at the back of the house and directly above their garage, recently a new extension when Sora's parents thought they were pregnant again but mistaken – a blessing in Cloud's case, as Sora was definitely more than enough when it comes to baby brothers. Stepping inside, pimples appear along his bare arms and chest as the frosty air takes its grasp around him. "Jeeze Sora! It's freezing in here!"
"Urn da eatin un Kuuu!" Once again, this translated to: 'Turn the heating on Rikuuu.'
"…There is none." Sighing and rolling his eyes he leans over to flick the switch of the bedside lamp on, before glancing down at the bed sheets and just blinking. The brunette half dancing, half flossing in the bathroom grins into Riku's reflection in the mirror as said silver haired teen appears behind him.
"What?" Ventures Sora, English now his proper language.
"…Do you have Twister bed sheets?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah!!" Laughs the brunette as he skids along the wooden flooring and diving head first onto the king-size bed in the spare room, covered in a bed sheet closely resembling that of the well known Twister mat.
"Since when did you have that?"
"Cloud got it for Christmas from Santa, but he had a rather traumatic Twister incident when he was a kid and we put it in here instead."
Even though the traumatic incident of his brother's was intriguing, Riku was left to wonder whether the mystery of Santa still lay dormant in that furry head of his. Dismissing the thought he closes the door behind them and climbs under the sheets as his brown haired friend shuffles over to the opposite side of the bed, pouting slightly.
"What?" Smirks the older of the two, folding his arms behind his head as he rolls his eyes playfully at the younger boy's pout, only made more immature as Optimus Prime was giving him an almighty 'thumbs up' on his t-shirt.
"I wanna play!"
"…Play?"
"Twister!" Laughs the brunette as he bounces up and down on the springy mattress.
"Sorry Optimus – I'm tired from all that foot wrestling."
"C'mon Riku you lazy ass!"
"Hey! I'm not that lazy…"
"In P.E today you couldn't even be bothered throwing the javelin – you just dropped it and blamed it on Hayner!" Laughs the brunette as his silver haired friend nods and smirks.
"It was his fault; he almost took my eye out when he tried to throw it…"
"…Please Riku?"
That intense pouting, and blissfully big and watery blue eyes swayed Riku's decision for physical activity this time of day – but that monkey like smirk hidden behind Sora's current expression was too much to keep hidden.
"…Have it your way then."
"Woo!" Laughing at his young friend's cheer and greeted by a sudden dive/hug on top of him, Riku brings himself up onto his knees once Sora has unlatched his hands from around said teen's neck.
"Ok, who goes first?"