Author's Note:: Hey guys! Ryuujio here after a full year hiatus! Since I'm off for the summer, I plan on getting back into the writing game. Sorry about that! I really am sorry. School was murderous, and my family life has been just as hectic. But hopefully I can catch up on all of my writings and give you some more awkward moments in Just Your Average Day. Thanks so much for those who stuck around for this long awaited part. Hope you enjoy it~

Roommates: they're either your best friend or your worst enemy. You'll most likely end up having one if you plan on moving out, going to college, or attending some rich boarding school with an evil headmaster who likes to give little kids plenty of homework to down their spirits. When in trouble, often a roommate will come to your rescue... Or point and laugh at you because of how stupid you were for forgetting that you were only wearing a pair of chocobo boxers with matching slippers as you walked into class. Such a terrible memory for Bartz...

But Bartz's roommates (he last counted four of them) tended not to get along with the other friends that he invites over. Bartz's friends seem likable. After all, a good person tends to pick good friends. But they pick bad roommates, too. His roommates and his guests either get into verbal fights, heated debates about who would win at UDFC, or actual fist fights that end up breaking the brand new coffee table your very rich, designer roommate just bought for 30,000 gil. This eventually led the brunette to come up with this logical conclusion: roommates and outside friends do not get along.

But how many times must Bartz experience the natural habits of outside friends and roommates? So far he counted a grand total of seven times...

"It's not my fault you fainted, monkey boy! You looked like an evil doer to me!"

"I'm a sixteen year old with a skateboard! That's not evil at all!"

Make that eight...

"Guys!" Bartz finally called out in amidst all of the bickering. He managed to pull the two away from each other, taking a glance down at Zidane and before hitting him upside the head. "I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen!" He turned his attention to the black-haired girl who had first thrown the giant projectile that nearly decapitated his friend. "And Yuffie, what did I tell you about terrorizing my friends? You don't see me throwing vases at your friends when they come over."

Yuffie pouted a bit and crossed her arms over her chest childishly. "It's not my fault! He was in the way of my shuriken."

"I was not! You threw it at me first!"

"But you got out of the way, so that's what matters most!"

Zidane frowned at her and turned around, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he huffed out a bit. "Curse you for being cute, you crazy-"

"Finish that and I'll get my connections out on you."

Zidane couldn't help but blink, turning around to see what she meant. Bartz sighed and put his hand on his forehead, going over and sitting down on the couch Zidane was lying down on. Dear Cosmos, why him...?

"Connections?"

Yuffie nodded and skipped down across the room. "I do know a great hitman in the mafia who loves to play." She turned around and grinned, holding her thumb up in grin assurance. "Three of them, too! All in one group. They're just a button away on my phone~"

Noticing how Zidane became silent, the ninja laughed and skipped out of the living room. The blonde boy's mind began to wander around a bit. Sure, she was really cute , but what did she mean by 'hitman?' He looked over to Bartz with great urgency and noticed that his friend was simply lounging casually on the couch. How was it that he remained completely content after his roommate just threatened Zidane right in front of him?

"Bartz!"

"You hungry, Zi?" Bartz sat up, giving his blonde-haired friend a charming smile that immediately shut his friend up. Zidane hadn't really thought about eating all day. It was cleaning, then meeting up with Bartz, then passing out two times before meeting Miss Mafia. When Zidane gave a small nod to his friend, the brunette jumped up from his spot on the couch and dragged Zidane into the kitchen.

"Geez, Bartz. Has anyone ever told you that you're like an old man?"

Bartz raised an eyebrow as soon as Zidane shot that remark at him. He only took two steps into his bedroom, a glass of water in his hand with the latest issue of 'Fantasy Insider' under his arm. But seeing how the blond-haired boy was so fixated on Bartz, watching his every movement as he made observations about him, he decided to question his friend for his strange reasoning.

"Well, you're practically scolding me every few minutes, you're practically retired at twenty, you have a bunch of antiques of chocobo statues on your shelf-"

"Don't hate on my chocobos, Zi," Bartz quickly stated, going slightly into the defensive side of this conversation, "They were my grandfather's."

"Exactly my point!"

Bartz let out a sigh as he sat down on his bed, putting the glass of water on his bedside as he propped open his magazine. "I'm not that old, Zi. It's just that I've got a lot on my mind, that's all."

"That's no excuse to be acting like a geezer," Zidane stated. The brunette shrugged and took a sip from his glass of water. But then suddenly, Zidane continued on. "When was the last time you got laid anyways?"

PFFT!

Bartz twitched a bit as a mist of spit and water flew out onto Zidane. That was an awkward question to be asking so suddenly. What did his personal life have to do with anything? Besides, Zidane was way younger than he was. How would he even be concerned with such things? Let alone even know? Teenagers these days…

'Oh Cosmos… I really am like an old geezer!'

"Thanks for spitting all over me, Bartz…"

The brunette snapped out of his panic and looked at his blond-haired friend. His face was covered in little droplets of water and spit as he gave a slight glare at his friend. But he wiped his face off and looked at Bartz with a semi-serious expression. "But seriously, you haven't done it in a while, have you? That's why you're acting so old!"

"Eh? It's not that, Zi-"

"What happened to Lenna? Didn't you two have a connection before? Faris went all she-hulk on you and relocated, didn't she?"

"Yeah, but-"

"I knew it! You're sulking because you lost your girlfriend to her she-hulk sister! That's the reason why you're acting so old and why you haven't gotten-"

"Zidane! Shut up!" The blond-haired boy suddenly stopped at his friend's loud outburst. He took notice in the upset expression Bartz wore as Zidane rambled on about personal things. "Yeah, Lenna left because Faris dragged her away, but still. That's not the reason why I've been on a halt, you know…"

"Then why?" Zidane crossed his legs and sat in a childish manner as though he was about to hear a fairy tale about the prince saving the princess from the dragon. "Why are you acting like an old geezer?"

Bartz sighed and put his magazine down, going under his bed sheets and turning away from Zidane. It'd be a bad idea to tell him now. It'd leave a bit of an awkward thought all night for the two of them, so he'd tell Zidane at another time. He didn't want to make the already awkward atmosphere even more awkward, so he just kept silent about it. Until Zidane jumped on top of Bartz and straddled his hips to his place on the bed. The brunette looked shocked, his face involuntarily turning bright red as he saw Zidane's playful face turn into a lusty one.

'Oh Cosmos, what is this crazy teenager planning?'

"Uh… Zi?" Bartz shrunk back as far as he could as Zidane brought his face closer to Bartz's. His breath was lingering on the brunette's face, causing him to nearly hyperventilate. "Zi, w-what are you doing?"

The monkey boy smirked a bit and quickly tore the covers off Bartz's, still skillfully keeping himself straddled to the older male in the process. He put his hands on Bartz's sides, worming his fingers up Bartz's t-shirt. The brunette winced a bit at the sudden touch, but then suddenly twitched even more. He squirmed a bit, feeling a funny sensation on his sides. Like pokes and brushes on his skin.

"Gahahah! Zidane! Q-Quit tickling me…!"

"I'll tickle you to death until you tell me, Bartz!"

"N-Never! Gahahah!"

The tickling assault on Bartz continued as Zidane continued to bother the brunette about the secret he was keeping. The tickling and occasionally pinching lasted for about five minutes, but Zidane still couldn't get the answer out of Bartz. Remarkably, he wouldn't give in! Zidane knew every one of Bartz's ticklish spots; and they usually worked well. But this secret apparently was something Bartz was going to die laughing with. The blondie thought for a moment, letting Bartz take in whatever breaths of air he needed in case Zidane would continue his tickle interrogation. But after taking much consideration in looking at Bartz's worn out expression, an idea sparked in his head.

The blondie leaned down again, inches away from Bartz's face. The brunette froze up again like how he did earlier. This caused Zidane to smirk a bit. He took notice in this at the beginning (and every other time he did the tickle interrogation on his friend), but he might was well finally put this newly exposed weakness into the strategy.

"Tell me your secret or I will kiss you, Bartz."

The brunette's face turned bright red at this awkward statement. He wasn't serious… was he? Zidane was a flirt, yes, but wasn't he only interested in women? He was always around them, so that surely gave Bartz that impression. But surely Zidane was just kidding right? He must have been! He's all bark and no bite.

"G-Go ahead!" Bartz finally stammered, trying to put on a brave look. "I dare you."

Zidane raised an eyebrow and shrugged. He honestly didn't have a problem with men ever since his sexual-curiosity stages kicked in, but he did like girls much better. But deep down in his mind, he thought that this would technically make him just like the feathery performer that took over his apartment. But as they say, all is fair in times of war. You gotta do what you gotta do to get those juicy secrets out of people. So Zidane leaned down and crashed his lips down onto the brunette's. He felt his friend squirm around a bit in shock. But Zidane kept him down, still holding the kiss. He even used a few of his tricks, too. Like poking Bartz's in the side, so he could slide his tongue into the older boy's mouth.

Finally, Zidane broke away, wiping his mouth off as he looked at Bartz's surprised and insanely red face. Zidane gave a sly smirk and bent down in front of Bartz's face again. "Now tell me or I'll do it again."

Bartz's face remained red as a tomato as he looked at Zidane. At this point, Bartz knew full well how determined Zidane was to find out what he was hiding. But to go this far? This teenager was cruel!

But two could play this game.

Bartz grabbed Zidane's head and pushed him onto his back. Bartz then assumed the same position Zidane was in, straddling the younger boy's hips with his face close to the blonde's to the point where Zidane's face was turning red now. Bartz looked at Zidane's surprised face and raised an eyebrow while observing his feeble looking expression.

"Bartz? What are you-"

"I'm telling you the truth." Then in a quick and sloppy movement, Bartz kissed Zidane. It wasn't as rough as how the blond initiated his kiss, and it sure as heck wasn't as steamy as the other one. But Bartz really knew how to kiss. It was innocent yet passionate enough to make the blonde moan a bit in pleasure.

At that sudden sound, the two pulled away from each other. Zidane covered his mouth while Bartz averted his eyes from the blond. The silence set in as the two began to process what had just happened. Zidane tried to absorb the fact that his best friend said that he was 'telling the truth' through a very, very great kiss; Bartz tried to take in the fact that through his wordless confession, he actually got the blonde to moan. It might had been unintentional on both sides, but it felt good on both ends.

The two looked back at each other with awkward expressions. Their expressions spoke for them.

'So… That was-'

'Yeah… Was that wrong…?'

'Oh Cosmos no. It's just that…'

'You're… Not into other guys?'

'Are you not?'

'Not really. It's just you, Zi.'

'Oh… Well then… So… You, like, like me? That why you held out…?'

'…Was that a problem…?'

Then, the two suddenly crashed their lips together continuing their session of awkward kissing as they competed to see who would dominate as the better kisser. Bartz won that battle, for he easily mastered Zidane's kissing technique and used it against the blond. It was passionate, and Bartz thought that this, by far, was the best night of his life.

"Bartz! The microwave's on fire!"

The brunette broke away from the blond-haired monkey boy, a slight frown across his face as Zidane hunt from his neck. He sighed and looked down at the blond, smiling slightly at him. "Uh... Give me a few minutes and then we'll continue?"

"You have three minutes before I go to bed."

The smile on Bartz's face was replaced with a look of surprise. And in three seconds flat, Bartz was quickly out the door and back within two. His face was covered in soot and part of his hair was scorched. But he looked in one piece for the most part, for he had a smirk across his face as he looked at Zidane again. "Now, where were we…?"