Sora sighed, and leaned back on my bed. "Your bed smells good. It's making me sleepy."

"Weird. Everyone else says it smells like a dead horse," I said, shrugging. It was a well known fact amongst my family that I was part heater, and so my sheets were generally soaked in sweat.

"Well, they just smell like you to me."

Curious, I smelled myself, and made a face. Sora giggled. "Yeah, whatever. I haven't showered since Thursday." It was now Sunday afternoon.

"That's disgusting, Riku! Go clean yourself!"

I grinned. "Whatever, Sora. We both know you were totally smelling me earlier."

"Your shirt smells good..."

"Thanks, I've been wearing it on and off since Friday," I said, grinning.

"You're disgusting, Riku."

I shrugged. "Considering I've basically laid around the house the entire weekend, and went swimming on Friday... not really."

"True..." Sora said, wrinkling his nose and rolling over onto his stomach, and then flopping over completely so he was on his back. "Rikuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I'm tireeeeddddd."

"It's like... three o'clock in the afternoon."

He flailed. "I don't care. Let's take a nap."

"How 'bout we don't, and we eat ice cream instead?"

Sora seemed to consider this for a good thirty seconds before springing up out of bed and following me to the kitchen, where we sat on the counter and ate the last of the ice cream out of the tub.

"Riku, I'm ho-oh. Hello," my mother said, stopping short at the sight of the brunette sitting on her counter eating ice cream with me.

"Hey mom. This is Sora. Sora, that's the woman who created this masterpiece," I said, gesturing to myself. "You can call her mommy."

My mother snorted and dumped her purse on the dinner table. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sora. Riku neglected to tell me he had friends."

"Oh, no, we're not friends, mom," I said, shaking my head. I smirked and glanced over at Sora, who was staring at me wide-eyed. "We're bestest buddies."

Sora snickered, and my mom rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Riku. Did you get your homework done?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I had homework?"

"I don't know, did you?"

"Since when have I ever done homework?"

"Since always?"

"Have I?"

"Oh my god. We are not doing this tonight, Riku. Go do your homework."

"I don't have homework."

She threw her arms up in the air and stalked over to the fridge, throwing open the door and grabbing a beer. "Whatever, Riku. Just clean up after yourself and I swear to god, I am not washing your sheets."

Sora turned red at that. "Um, we're not-"

"She's kidding, Sora. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

"I don't wear panties, Riku. I wear boxers. You know that."

"I have my suspicions."

"Not in my kitchen, you don't!" My mom said, eyes narrowed as she took a drink of her beer.

"I thought you didn't support sexism, mom," I said, tilting my head.

"Smart ass," she said, and walked out.

I smirked and shoved a spoonful of ice cream into Sora's mouth. He squeaked and fell off the counter. "Chill out, Sor, it's just ice cream."

"That-that was an indirect kiss, you creep!"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. Like it matters."

"It does! You just took my mouth's innocence!"

I blinked. "No, I didn't... but I can if you want me to-but not in here."

Sora blushed bright red. "N-no, that's not-"

"God, you're so weird, Sora. I'm joking."

"O-oh. Um..."

"You're so cute, Sora."

He turned a deeper shade of red and I almost was concerned for his health-that shade wasn't exactly normal. But then he covered his face and shook his head violently. "Don't say thattt, Riku. You big meanieface!"

Ooo, ouch. Meanieface. "I'll say it if I want to, cutiepie."

"Ew, get a room," Yaag said, scowling as he grabbed sandwich fixing out of the fridge and going to the other counter.

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes as I jumped off the counter. "C'mon, Sor, we'll go have sweaty hot gay sex on his bed."

Yaag threw his jelly spoon at me, which I dodged.


"You know, you're a real smart Alec, Riku."

"Yeah. But my charming wit totally turns you on," I said, eying the brunette out of the corner of my eye as he turned bright pink.

"It does not!"

"Admit it. You totally have the hots for me," I said, smirking. "You want my bod."

Sora blushed deeper and smacked me on the shoulder. "I do not!"

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!"

"Rikuuuu!" Sora whined, pouting.

"Oh baby, call my name again," I moaned, thoroughly enjoying myself at Sora's expense.

He hid his face-a sign that he knew he was blushing as red as a firetruck,-and shook his head. "Stop itttttt!"

I laughed at him and pried his hands away from his face. "I'll stop it when you stop being fucking adorable," I said, grinning. Sora pouted at me, still red-faced.

"You're being a jerkface, Ri-ri."

Ri-ri? Well, that was a first. I smirked. "It's called flirting, So-so. It's what people do."

"Cloud doesn't."

"Cloud's your cousin. It'd be weird and inappropriate for him to flirt with you," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want him to flirt with you?"

Sora scrunched up his face, shaking his head.

"Well, that's good. I was kinda hoping I wouldn't have you as competition."

Sora's face fell into a look of pure sadness. This kid, I tell ya...pokerface of a fucking puppy.

"I'm just kidding, Sora. I don't like blonds."

"Oh."

"I like cute brunettes with blue eyes and tan skin."

Sora's head shot up, staring at me. "Don't joke about that!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Who said I was joking?"

Sora puffed out his cheeks. "You can't just say stuff like that, Riku! It's not nice...it's-you're being a tease and I don't like it!"

I frowned, walking over to him. "What makes you think I'm being a tease?"

Sora looked away. "Because you're never serious about this kind of thing," he said, refusing to look at me. "And I don't like how you're always toying with me."

I sighed, and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. "Sora, do you like me?"

Sora looked to the side. "No."

"Are you lying to me?"

He paused. "...maybe."

"Is that a yes?"

"...maybe."

I smirked. "Are you afraid to answer because you don't want to get rejected or make things awkward?"

"...maybe."

"Is that the only word you know?"

"...possibly."

I smirked, and released his face, and going back over to where I was sifting through my clothes before. "Well, when you grow a pair, feel free to tell me. Until then, I'm going to continue to shamelessly flirt with you."

"Jerk."

"You love it."

Sora laid back on my bed, and muttered something under his breath that I couldn't quite make out.