House sounded empty when I entered.

I never really called our family's house as home. I had never really learned to act like that. It didn't feel like home. There was no warmth in it. It was just a house where we happened to live.

It had been okay when Hayner had lived in next door. That was the place that had felt like home. But now some old weird man lived alone in there. I had never seen him but people that lived in this street always whispered to each others that he was weird and crazy. So, that kind of person was now living in the place that had once almost been my home.

I put my shoes to stand and took my schoolbag to the upstairs. I opened my room's door and dropped the bag on my bed. Roxas' bag was already arrived, so I grabbed my sneakers and ran back to downstairs and out from the backdoor.

Behind our house there was a small basketball field where we used to play. Roxas always said that even though I wasn't accepted in school's team, there was no point to stop playing. We both loved basketball. Of course Roxas played in his own school's team. He was still in Junior High and he had always been somehow better son. I mean, he was everything that parents usually hope. He had good marks, lots of friends and he got along well with our parents' friends too. He also had everything I wanted; he had a good life. He had been together with he's girlfriend Naminé six months already. They always looked very happy and sweet together when she was in our house. Naminé is very nice and she is usually very friendly at me, which feels great after many shitty schooldays. I also now some of Roxas' classmates; Demyx is quite funny and Axel is cool. I play PlayStation with them sometimes.

Roxas' pals are my only kind-of-friends. Sometimes I hope that I was still in Junior High. But then again, if I was, I would've never met him.

I still can't believe that I actually talked with Riku!

And all thanks to that canteen he forgot in the gym some days ago. I still remember how I trembled when I climbed over the limp of the auditorium, landed in the field and picked it up. It had felt warm in my hands and I had wondered if the same warmth was in his white skin. In his delicate, perfect hands…

"Hey, bro! Are you coming to play with me or are you gonna just stand there forever?"

The voice snapped in my head and it took some time before I realized that I had froze at the door, still holding to sneakers in my hand. Roxas smiled at me from the field, turning the ball in his hands. His toffee colour hair stock out at the front as always, he had his shorts on, but no shirt. When I watched him, he threw a ball towards the basket, without even looking. He scored, of course, ´cause he was very talented. We both had same dream, to play in NBA someday, but Roxas was the one that more likely would reach his dream. He was kind of better in everything, even though he was younger than me.

It still didn't bother me often. I loved him very much because he was my brother and, at the moment, my best friend. He was not upset about my gayness – well, how could he be, Demyx, one of his best friends was also gay. Very few people knew about this. I really wasn't supposed to know, but Demyx had once slipped out to me that one guy in my school, Zexion, was really hot. After that Demyx had been very scared that I would tell everybody.

Well, I would never do that. I didn't want anyone to suffer like I did.

"Catch!" Roxas suddenly shouted and passed the ball at me.

I got it just in time before it hit my face. "That wasn't very nice" I blamed, playfully, "I wasn't ready and you saw that"

"Don't be idiot" Roxas laughed, ran at me, took the ball and scored, "I knew you were gonna catch it. You're fabulous player"

"Not as good as you" I murmured. Roxas stared at me incredulously.

"What? Idiot" He said, "I would never be a match for you. Wanna try one game? One by one?"

"Really" I snorted, "I don't think so. I don't want you to beat me up 12-0, you know"

"Okay" Roxas said. He grabbed a ball again and dunked. He's jumps were really high and sharp, but of course he didn't look nearly as good as Riku did when he dunked.

"What are you thinking?" Roxas asked.

"What? Nothing" I said quickly, "Why do you ask?" Roxas smirked.

"Because you looked like you were thinking something. Or…" He paused, "…Someone"

I said nothing but snatched the ball and threw it at the basket. I missed by an inch.

"You are" Roxas insisted and caught the ball before it hit the ground, "I can tell"

"Yeah sure" I tried, though I knew that he really saw right through me. I cursed in my mind that my little brother was so damn intelligent.

"You haven't been thinking anybody that way since… long time" Roxas said carefully. I smiled at him gratefully; he knew that I didn't want to talk about Hayner's move.

"I know" I said quietly.

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Next day in school, I sat in the corner table. It was a lunch break and I had a lunch box in front of me, with orange juice and jar of beans in it. I nearly always eat beans for lunch, 'cause my father has a night job, so he always sleeps in the morning, and my mother is really busy so she doesn't have time for making such good meals.

Just when I had grabbed my spoon and I was about to open the jar, I saw him. Well, it's not very hard, in fact it's much harder to not notice him because of all fans he has around him, but anyway. He was about to sit at the table quite near of mine (I sat alone, naturally) when he looked up and saw me sitting there.

I smiled at him and raised my hand unsurely. I really wanted to wave, but he had all his homophobic friends with him. But then I saw his face properly; he had contempt all over in his eyes, nose and mouth, and he stopped his motion with cigarette and lighter in his hands.

"Why are you staring at me, queer!" He shouted, causing everyone to look at me.

I muted, shocked.

"Yeah, why are you staring at him like some kind of idiot!" One of the girls yelled and they all giggled nastily.

"But… but" I started, trying to look at Riku's beautiful blue eyes, "I just… yesterday we…"

"Stop staring at me, fag" Riku said, lighting his cigarette and not even looking at me.

"You heard him!" Xaldin shouted, "Get out of here!"

He threw an orange at me. I cleared it, stood up and leaped away with my bean jar and lunch box. Hooting and sneering followed me, but I hardly even noticed it.

Riku's eyes had been so full of… hate.

I'm never gonna wish any impossible things again. It's waste of time.

And waste of heart.

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Woot, second chapter o.O

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