I am soooooooo sorry for the long wait!
Enjoy!
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I was lying on my loft, listening intently to "Iris" by Throwing Copper over and over. The distant roar of helicopter blades ruining the quality of sound… but of course it would pass and I would be left with silence. After all, it was four in the morning and I found myself very interested in the strange texture of the popcorn ceiling. I was forming ever changing images in my mind, guided by the doted plane in front of me. They were faces I knew, and some I didn't know but had seen before. The simplicity of life was becoming clearer to me as I stared, as I daydreamed…
But, I suppose I am not to know such things. It must be so because with ever breath I take, I seem to hear another annoying ping sound.
PING.
PING.
Shut the fuck up please…
I had only wanted to continue my routine night activities… I mean, who doesn't stare at a ceiling, listening to the same song, for five hours straight?
No one but me I guess…
I heave a great sigh and pull my self into a sitting posture.
Alright, who the hell is it this time?
Of course I'm referring to the 'ping' being my instant messenger attempting to shrivel my mind into oblivion.
PING.
PING.
Fine, I'll get up, if only to silence your damned noise.
The rustle of covers and blankets meets my ears as I move myself to the latter. In case you must know, I have never been fond of sheets you see.
Down the metal piping I go.
When I do reach the bottom, I marvel at my work. I had spent 4 days making my loft bed, and holy shit was it rough with sleepless nights, I barely ate anything, and I had no music to keep me going. I also had to reweld the pipes so many times out of the laziness for not measuring for a 'full' sized mattress. Eventually I got pissed with it and left it too large and constructed a lengthy cubby hole for books, candy, beef jerky, and a drink holder for green tea or the occasional coffee.
PING
I'm coming, I'm coming. Damn you…
I exhale greatly and sit down on my piped chair. I did have a horrid tendency to make my own furniture…at least its cost efficient.
As I looked I found that most of the pings had come from Corbin. Well, that's what I called him. He was so very like me, and yet so different, but I really did think of him as my best friend. He was the only person I felt comfortable with telling about black memories, and my father. Though now I was wondering if I should tell my dearest friend about new friends. That is Leon and Riku. I certainly did love Leon's room with all those books and how we had 'talked' so easily to one another…
Enough of that though. I have to get rid of the-
PING.
Yes, that.
I began typing my user name
silencednightmare
Then my password which you have no business knowing.
silencednightmare: what the hell do you want?
Looking at the previous pings told me he was bored and just kept repeating the same thing over and over.
Twilightdreamer2: hi, I'm bored! P
Dear god.
Twilightdreamer2: I'm bored.
Twilightdreamer2: I need someone to talk to or I'll die.
silencednightmare: right, as if I believe you.
Twilightdreamer2: I need to go your place sometime sooooooon. I finally found a boy friend.
silencednightmare: who is the poor man bestowed to you?
Twilightdreamer2: his name is Axel, and he is tret awesome!
Twilightdreamer2: way better than that one lady.
silencednightmare: you mean Namine?
Twilightdreamer2: yeah
silencednightmare: she was so nice though…
silencednightmare: I liked her a lot.
Twilightdreamer2: liked?
silencednightmare: what?
Twilightdreamer2: past tense, you like someone else now?
silencednightmare: no…
twilightdreamer2: yes!
silencednightmare: no asswipe.
Twilightdreamer2: I knew it! You do!
Twilightdreamer2: who is the lucky one?
silencednightmare: no one! But here's a question,
Twilightdreamer2: shoot
silencednightmare: what's better, platinum or chocolate moose?
Twilightdreamer2: huh? Moose of course!
silencednightmare: oh, ok.
silencednightmare: I g2g, its 4:30 and I need to have some coffee or heaven forbid I will become the bed monster.
Twilightdreamer2: oh my.
silencednightmare: yeah, see you.
Twilightdreamer2: see you Sky when you get home chat with me kay?
silencednightmare: yeah, yeah…
I had of course meant Riku or Leon with that question, but I think need a few more opinions.
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By now I am showered, dressed (with boxers, pants, and black footie socks,) my teeth are clean, and the strange creature on my head is still no where near tamed. So here I am, with a hot cup of Joe in my hands, engrossed in Stephen King's Insomnia. I really should buy some more of his books. But alas, I have no cash, and it sickens me.
I need a job…
Another sigh escapes my lips. I've been doing that a lot lately.
A rude tapping on my shoulder interrupts my thoughts. So when I turn about and find it to be Cloud with a piece of paper and a pen, I realize I knew who it was before it even happened.
Sitting down across from me he scribbles a hastily written note to me, a pensive look adorning his face.
His hair was a great massive mess. Every strand seemed to entangle with another one, making the many locks on his head appear very much like his name. He too was clad in boxers, jeans, and socks as I was. This clothing revealing a lean torso with enough muscle to show off, but not so much he became a big threat. As mean as Cloud was, I really did think of him as a parent figure. Most mornings he would yell at me, but it must be too early to yell this time. So he had come down with paper and half closed eyes.
The paper flutters my way and I catch it.
What's up, you look a bit down, and it's very unlike you.
He slides the pen over the wooden surface of the table.
Grasping it, I scrawl the question.
Which is better, platinum or chocolate moose?
Sora, you're avoiding my question. What's up?
I think I like two people Cloud, just answer my question ok?
Alright. If it were me, I would be greatly attracted to the platinum, but my gut endless gut would make me eat the moose. Why?
No reason…
I slump onto the ice of the table and exhale loudly.
"Yeah, that. It's not for you."
How would you know? I thought, closing my eyes in frustration.
Well, at least Cloud has a mind to take care of me…
I get out of my chair and skulk over to the stairs. Feeling depressed more than anything now.
Up the stairs we go. Hang a left and straight forward to lie curled in a ball on my futon couch under the loft. Another creation of mine.
Chocolate moose two, platinum zero.
I need more opinions…
A warm hand clasps my shoulder.
"Sora, don't…" he paused, lost for words to describe his emotions, thoughts, whichever apply here. "Paint yourself into a corner. You'll know those kinds of things later." He sat down so I could smell his cologne. It seems that he has been taking perfume advice from Leon maybe. "Are the two people you like guys?"
My eyes widen at his words. How the hell had he known?
"Come here," he said, holding his arms out a bit. I crawled over to his lap, feeling safe with my hand resting against his chest; me listening to his heart beat, a steady pace in time with every breath he took. He then placed one arm around my shoulders, and the other around my waist to support me properly.
"You know, I used to think I liked women. But more and more I noticed guys were more appealing to me. And this became a problem when Tifa wanted to be more than just friends with me."
I remembered Tifa. To say it short and sweet she was controlling jealous, and sluttish. She always wanted to be with Cloud, and seemed to be taking over his much needed privacy. When Cloud didn't get privacy, he was needless to say a very mean person. I should know, I'm his little brother.
"She was envious of Arieth who was always close to me as a friend. You remember her right?"
I nodded. Arieth was the nicest person I ever knew. And the only person I ever considered telling my problems to. Well, that is until I met Corbin online. He was the best person to talk to. He listened and gave advice without extended judgment and unneeded comments.
"Well, I told Arieth about my sexual preference, and how I wasn't sure if we could continue our strange and uncomfortable dates. But she smiled," and Cloud began to smile too, brightening his once darkened face. "And she told me 'Cloud, I always thought your mind was wondering, now that I know, we can be friends, and not a misshapen couple.' That was the best thing she could have said to me at the time."
It shows Cloud, your smile tells me so.
"After awhile I finally convinced her to tell Tifa about my homosexual preferences, and it didn't work out so well. Arieth didn't get hurt, but according to her Tifa stomped off to find me. When she did find me she was crying and yelling about how she thought I was cheating on her and a hell lot of other shit that I hadn't done, then she slapped me and ran off. I never saw her again. I still talk to Arieth and I wonder why things worked that way." He gave a solemn look at my unsympathetic walls. "I still haven't found him, you know? And I wonder if I ever will. Sora, lets just say that this time, you're lucky you have two people to consider."
Maybe Cloud, but right now, I just want to find an answer.
"The most important thing Sora, is to be yourself and not someone else when you are around someone you love. Ok?"
Alright.
I nodded, and he gave me another one of his rare caring smiles.
"Off with you, I have to go look for a job today." He stated taking off his warm arms and leaving cold spots on my skin where they had been. I leaned opposite him and fell on the other side of the black futon couch.
He chuckled.
"Don't ever change." He said over his shoulder as he left my room.
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Oh shit.
Its 7;30.
School starts in 15 minutes.
I'm going to be late.
My world blurred as I took a shower with my clothes on, cursing myself while dripping all over the floor, grabbed a spare pair of Vans skate shoes, and stuffed my feet inside with difficultly due to the excess moisture on my socks. I scuffed the floors with those shoes and ran off to grab my book bag.
Please let me get there on time!
Not caring that I was soaking wet, dripping with water from both the shower and my own body.
I ran.
I ran out the door, with my lungs on fire, and my eyes tearing up with the rush of air around me.
One block.
Two blocks.
Three blocks.
Aw come on! One more to go!
The only problem was the next block was an entire mile long and involved a long and grueling up hill walk. Why me?
My very being was aflame, and as I came halfway, I heard a car horn.
I ignored it, probably some one wanting me to get out the way.
It sounded again, this time a great deal louder and slightly hoarse.
I just keep going, that is until I realize that it is driving next to me, and the silver and black paint job on the hood looks familiar.
Riku?
"Hey Sora, What the hell are you doing running like that?"
I stop and he puts on the brakes with my movements.
"get, I'll take you to school."
I got in, not knowing that later I would be in hell again.
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I am so sorry that I haven't really updated since march, but traveling, loosing a close friend, and now school have made me put this off for later. Also I have been in writer block for this, and had to rewrite it about 6 or 7 times. I really hoped you enjoyed. I worked hard!
And I would adore having some reviews! I love to hear from you guys, you make me smile and feel like I'm doing something greater.
Oh, and for some info, this is a Leon and Sora fic, I just haven't gotten there yet. Sorry for those who got confused.
Oh dear, I just realized how short this chap is. Sorry about that. ;