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Alright, if someone calls me Kairi one more time, I WILL track them down and murder them in the night. But truthfully, I really don't need it. I'm stressed as it is, trying to solve my friend's social problems as well as live with my own. And school has finally taken its toll on me.

And long update, I know! I've been swamped over with work!

Chapter 12

"Why are you here?"

Iris' voice rang out throughout the living room, making a slight vibration in the next room- the kitchen. The nineteen year old opened her mouth to ask the question again, but a muffled whimper stopped her.

The person she was talking to, Quistis, rolled over on the couch and onto the floor. The blonde looked up at Iris, her glasses falling off her nose. Her hair was messed up; it was still in its normal hairdo, except for little specks of hair were out of place. Her clothes, wrinkled, reminded Iris of a ocean wave for some strange reason.

"… To be honest, I have no idea."

Iris sighed, covering her eyes to avoid eye contact for a minute. "I thought I took you home." The brunette sat down on the couch across from her friend. "Do you remember anything?"

"I think I got drunk last night."

There was a brief pause, strange and awkward.

"That's not possible." Iris said, interrupting the silence. "You are under the drinking age." She pointed out. Iris knew full well that Quistis' parents were strict and only allowed sugar…

"Well then…" Quistis paused, thinking of something. "It is a sugar hangover. Like you said."

The other girl groaned. "There is no such thing."

"But you said-

"I made it up."

Another brief pause.

"Then why do I feel so sick?" Quistis asked, rubbing her stomach.

"You ate to much chocolate… rather I fed you to much ice cream…" Iris explained to the not so hyperactive 20 year old. Quistis glared at her, making Iris freeze in place. "You stole our ball! I saved you from utter embarrassment! Imagine the rumors if I didn't stop you! Quisty, the girl who made out with a beach ball!"

"We wouldn't want that…" Quistis murmured, standing up. "Coffee?"

"No sugar though." Iris reminded her friend, standing as well and headed towards the kitchen. "No cream either."

Quistis groaned, following her to the kitchen as well.

Kairi, the auburn- no, excuse me- PURPLE haired girl stood with a scowl on her face, her eyes burning with rage, as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had been utterly embaressed by that Iris, the perfectly perfect bitch. She just knew it was Iris with the help of Larxene who did this. And when she got home, her parents had a red skin tone; most likely the trap was meant for her.

"Honey! You need to start sending out your invitations!" Her mother called from downstairs.

Kairi glanced at her door and yelled back, "I'll do it right now!" She turned towards her desk and smirked. "Here comes my revenge."

Sora groaned, smacking his forehead. How could he have forgotten? Well, Iris would've taken the opportunity to do something horrible, but still…

Kairi's birthday was coming up. "What if she invites me? What about Larxene, Namine, Roxas, and Iris!?" He could only imagine what Iris would do. But when Sora was 14 and Kairi was turning 14 as well, Iris stayed home and that's when the bad moment occurred…

"Okay, you guys have fun!" Iris waved them off, gritting her teeth. "I know I will…" She dropped her smile and rushed back into the house, jumping on the couch. "Now, what does a sixteen year old girl do when she's all alone, do you ask?" She turned on the T.V. with the remote and snuggled into the back of the couch. "Why, she watches Gladiator movies! Or, at least I do."

But it wasn't ten minutes into the movie until Iris heard a knock on her door. She groaned and got off the couch. Who would dare interrupt her movie? She threw open the door to find…

A clown?

"What the hell?" Iris watched as the clown began to form a balloon animal.

"This is from the b-day girl! She feels sorry because you couldn't make it!" The clown blew a horn in the poor girls ear.

Iris narrowed her eyes, gripping the door tighter. "Kairi." She repeated, venom lacing her voice. She slammed the door shut and walked away again. But, the knock came again. Iris groaned and opened the door again. "Listen, buddy-." Iris stopped and looked around. No one was there. She shook her head and shut the door. She turned around and screamed.

The clown had somehow gotten in to her house. He cackled and threw a pie in her face, honking some horn. Iris' temper had already reached its peak. Her knuckles cracked and she chased the clown. "Get back here!" Iris yelled, jumping over the couch, whip cream still on her face. "I'm gonna hurt you so badly!"

She tackled the clown to the ground and well… you get the picture…

"Alright, miss, why did you hurt the clown again?" A police officer asked.

"Well, it's not like he's dead…"

"Ma'm, you broke his spine and many multiple bones." The officer pointed out.

Iris held up her hands. "Okay, Okay… I mean, Clown's are creepy, it should be considered self-defense…"

Sora sighed and jumped down from his seat. "Time to check the mail…" He walked towards the front door and opened. A pile of mail was stacked on his front porch. He gulped, picking up the pile and flipping through it. The first one, a bill, the second, another bill, the third, a ad, the fourth, something addressed to Iris… Sora didn't want to know… and the fifth…

"Damn it!"

Sora threw the remaining mail down and stomped his foot. "Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!" Larxene peeked in the hall, raising an eyebrow at him. He threw the invitation to her and closed his eyes tight, waiting for the explosion.

"Her birthday?" Larxene mumbled under her breath. "Sora, we should get her a present."

He opened his eyes. "Excuse me?" Had Larxene lost her mind? "Um… are you sick or something?"

"No, No… I just want to get her a present…" Larxene dismissed him and left the house. Sora sighed.

"Now… If Iris finds out, I wonder what she'll do."

Namine stared blankly at the piece of paper. "You're serious?"

Larxene nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to get her a present." She smirked and glanced at the blonde. "Want to help out with the wrapping?"

Namine grinned. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Come on! You promised you would!" Axel whined, staring Iris down from where she was. "Remember? I get you a copy and you… you know!"

Iris blinked innocently at him. "I don't remember saying anything of the sort!" She said. "You must have drank to much or something…"

Axel growled. "Listen woman, you will make me my cake!"

"Fine…" Iris rolled her eyes and rolled off the couch. She walked into the kitchen and turned around. "But come here…"

Axel raised an eyebrow and approached her slowly. "You aren't going to hurt me, are you?"

Iris shook her head. "Of course not silly…" Once the man was close enough, Iris planted her lips on to his.

"Well… we would just need to set it up and we would be set!" Larxene said, sitting down on a patio chair with Namine across from her. "But, we would have to get in early or sneak in again and I know Iris would never agree to it again."

Namine giggled. "Yeah, she would never go for it… Hm… Well, let's go out one more time! I need to buy something."

"What about our bet?"

Namine frowned and crossed her arms. "Well, unless YOU want to buy it…"

The blonde shook her head back and forth vigorously. "No, No!" She smiled. "You can buy it. I'm broke."

"Holy Hell!"

It was an awkward scene as Roxas stood in the doorway of the kitchen. His eyes could've been bugged out of their sockets, but they weren't. His mouth was slightly ajar, trying his hardest not to imagine himself instead. "What the…?" He said again, trying to get attention.

What he had seen was Iris on top of Axel on the counter, kissing him deeply. Axel had his shirt off and Iris was in the process of taking her shoes off. The brunette quickly jumped to the ground while Axel sat up, growling. "Roxas, buddy…" He walked toward the blonde and pulled him away. "You know… I love you, as a friend. And I would do anything for you, hang out, and kick a few people's Asses, the works. But as being my friend, please try not to walk in on my ladies and me." He paused. "And this may be the only time I could get love from that crazy woman."

"Hey, sis!"

Axel cursed and turned slightly to see Sora talking to his sister. "Sure Sora…" He heard Iris agree. But then she looked towards the red headed man. "Only if Axel can come…" She said seductively.

Sora raised and eyebrow at her. "Are you sick?" He leaned forward, glancing between Axel and his sister. "You know what… Axel can come with me, you can stay here and rest."

"B-But!" Iris protested, actually looking disappointed. Sora ignored her though and dragged Axel out, as well as his shirt.

"Okay, what the hell did you do to my sister!?" Sora demanded, glaring at Axel.

Axel scratched the back of his head and looked away. "Nothing… maybe she just finally fell for my looks?" Axel said, earning a whack on the back of the head from Sora's keyblade.

"Don't make me laugh! My sister wouldn't touch the likes of you in a million years! So spill it!"

"Alright, Alright!" Axel backed away, not wanting to get hit in the head with a keyblade again. "I put a love potion in her drink!"

"YOU WHAT!?"

Sorry for the long update! School has taken over my soul! And I have to make my years in High School count!