And again! I actually like this chapter, for some reason. Well, enough about me!
Sora: I thought you'd never shut up.
Roxas: She's a novelist. Get used to it.
Shush, you two! Go make out in a corner or something! *Ahem* Anyways, the usual warning: Yaoi, which is boyxboy. Don't like? Don't flame; there's a back button there that does wonders, and a nice fat red X that has magical powers. Cussing, mostly from Roxas, since he's an Emo and all-
Roxas: I am not!
I said shush! Entertain Sora instead! Anyways, enjoy ^w^
The next day was a little hectic. They went to school, the both of them, in high-spirits. Both of them were equally embarrassed when each class sang them 'happy birthday'. But they laughed nevertheless.
Their last period that day was gym class – they practiced tennis, as they were meant to do, hitting the ball back and forth across a net. They were the only ones able to keep the ball up in succession.
"Come on, stop hitting like a girl!" Sora yelled out to his brother, hitting the fluffy green ball back to the blonde. Roxas frowned at those words.
"You're one to talk!" He called back, hitting the ball back with as much force. "And I don't hit like a girl!"
"Says you!" Sora laughed, loosing concentration. The ball hit him square on the head, making Roxas laugh.
"I think you owe me an apology." The blonde laughed, walking over to Sora, who then the two walked off to sit on the ground with their backs to the wall. Roxas took a swig of water from a bottle, passing it over to his brother afterwards. Sora nodded his thanks.
"Sora! Roxas!" Yelled two girlish voices. The brothers sighed, looking to their right as Kairi and Namine ran over. They stood in front of the brothers, gasping.
"Can we help you?" Roxas asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Well, yeah. We wanted to ask you guys at what time we should be there." Kairi explained, stretching out her back. Sora rolled his eyes discreetly; Roxas gave him a curious look, but said nothing.
"Around six, I guess." Sora replied, getting up. "Come on Roxas! First one to make the ball hit the floor first has to clean our room!"
"Hell no. That won't be me!" He grinned, running to his brother. Namine sighed, watching after him.
"Don't worry, Namine." Kairi whispered. "I'm sure he'll ask you out."
After getting changed, the two boys waved to Kairi and Namine, walking down the sidewalk.
"I guess you're cleaning our room, Sora." Roxas laughed. Sora frowned.
"I can't; I have to make the cake!" He whined.
"Fine, then. I'll do it." He smiled when the younger of the two looked at him, shocked. "But now you owe me two batches of cookies."
"Okay!" He smiled, skipping into the gated yard. He opened the door.
"We're home!" Roxas called out. A woman in her early thirties poked her head through the door of the kitchen, her long brown hair moving with the sudden movement.
"Welcome back you two." She smiled. "I'm just finishing up the supper, and I'll be on my way; I'm going to visit your father for the next three days, so I'm heading off after this."
"Alright." Sora smiled, kissing her cheek like he always did when he saw her. "I'll just be making the cake; Roxas is going to clean our room."
"Well, it's about time. What was it, a lost bet?" She laughed. Roxas scowled, stealing the last cookie from Sora's batch from yesterday.
"No; I'm doing him a favor." He smiled, walking up the staircase with the treat halfway in his mouth.
"Try and finish in a half-hour, okay?" Sora called out to his brother from the kitchen.
"Yeah, yeah! That's a tall order!" He called back, entering the room.
A few water bottles were the first things Roxas saw littering the floor, followed by a few shirts and socks, some blankets, papers, you name it. He sighed, nudging his toe on a bag with clothes in them on the floor.
"This'll take a while." He groaned, kneeling down and picking up some clothes. "Sora so owes me, big time."
When he was finally done, he threw the bag of garbage into the box just inside the gate for the garbage, walking back in. His mother had left a while ago; replacing her was the smell of cake.
He walked into the kitchen. Sora squeaked, cursing to himself.
"What did you do now?" Roxas asked, an eyebrow raised.
"I burnt myself!" He whined. "I didn't know the top of the oven was hot, and I put my hand on it."
"Let's see." He ignored Sora's protests, taking the left hand he clutched to his chest, examining the red mark on the palm and the fingers. Sora watched his brother, his head tilted to the side.
"Lucky for you it's not so bad. Just put it in the water for a few seconds." He pulled his brother to the sink, turning on the tap and adjusting the water. He let the water flow over Sora's hand, helping the water run onto all of his palm with his fingers.
"And there you go!" He let go, turning off the tap. "Be more careful; you can't become a pro chef without knowing the top of the oven will get warm."
"Thanks Roxas." He smiled. The doorbell rang moments later.
"I suggest getting the flour out of your hair. Again." He laughed, messing up Sora's hair with his hand, flour falling from the strands. He walked out of the room.
"I have the best brother on the planet." Sora smiled, removing his apron and shaking off all the flour.
Well, until next time!