Chapter 2: Damn Hang-over!
Riku's POV
'Damn it!' was my first thought when I woke up. The hang-over hit me with the force of a sledge hammer as I sat up and looked around my room. Nothing in particular was out of the ordinary... Except that my damn window was open again! Seriously, you'd think that by now that dumbass would know to close the window when he snuck back out!
'I'll have a talk with Sora after school,' I thought, and got out of bed. Fucked up move, idiot! As soon as I was up, the pounding came back. I needed to head to the bathroom to get some aspirin, but first I needed to put my boxers back on. How did my boxers come off, you ask? I like to fuck.
Yes, you heard me right. I've tried the snuggle, hug, then fuck thing with girls when I was a bit younger... it didn't work. That's probably the reason why I'm gay. In fact, I usually can't stand being around women.
I finally found my boxers on the other side of the room. Don't ask me why it's all the way over there. Sora and I have done some crazy shit, let's leave it at that.
After I finally got my boxers on, I headed to the bathroom and took two asprin with a cup of water. I'd just picked up the aspirin bottle when another surge of pain shot through me.
"Shit!" I grit out and braced myself on the sink.
"Ohhh, Daddy! Riku said a bad word!" Kairi, my seven year old sister, yelled toward the kitchen.
"Riku! " my father said coming into the bathroom. "Don't use profanity in front of your sister, you know that!"
"Yeah, Dad, sure," I murmured, and brushed passed him towards my room. Sometimes it annoys me that he tries to be like Mom was, but you have to give him credit. I know I wouldn't be caught alive or dead in one of those pink, frilly aprons.
When I got back to my room, I chose what to wear at school for the day. It doesn't really matter. I could pull off just about anything I wear. I know I sound like a cocky little shit, but seriously. Even on a bad day like this one, I'm still the hottest guy in school, possibly all of Tokyo.
On my way to school, I stopped at McDonalds and got an egg and cheese sandwich with a coke. Usually, the meal comes with an orange juice, but I can't stand the orange shit, so I get a coke instead. I ate it on the way and threw the wrapper away in the corner garbage before school. If I showed up with what I eat for breakfast, it would just become another fashion trend and that fan girl club that stalks me would probably make that some sort of their ritual diets. Once, I ate lunch in front of them & they ate that same. Damn. Thing. Every day.
If I came to school with breakfast, it would just be a repeat of before. That's the last damn thing I need.
