Okay, it's time for THREATS!
So, last chapter was boring so I don't want to go over it.
Thanks everyone for all of the love and support! I can't believe that so many people love Threats!
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And dooods, I love you all!
P.S. That's how I like to spell 'dudes' :D
P.S.S, the beginning will be terrible, just so you know, and it IS terrible, i hate it...
P.S.S.S There's gonna be text talk, so be prepared.
By the time I got up the next morning, Axel was gone. I sat up bed and yawned, stretching out. I looked across the room and stared at the clock. 7 AM, ew. It's a Monday too, eww. Shoot me now. I don't even know why I even went to college, I hated school and couldn't wait to be done with it, yet here I am, in college, not even sure at what I want to be. I mentally slap myself as I slide out of the bed and go to my closet, picking out a stiped shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I also grabbed a towel. I walked into the bathroom and smiled when I saw the pile of 'ick' was no longer in the dorm.
I throw my clothes and towel on the floor and strip for the shower. I turn the water on and hop on in. Sadly, I failed to realize that the hot water wasn't working AT ALL and spent the whole time pretty much shivering in a corner.
Eventually, I was able to finish my shower without freezing to death. I dried off as best to my abilities and dressed. I looked in the mirror when I remembered something. My face and hands had been dyed pink yesterday, and it's still pretty obvious. I sighed and slammed my fists on the counter. I had forgotten all about it this morning, and now I have to walk around school, of all places, with a pink face? I know, how can I be complaining about going to school like this when I walked around in public looking the same? Well, the difference is that I know these people, so yes, if you must know it's worse than with people I don't know.
I dress and stare at my face in the mirror. Why Sora chose pink, I honestly don't know. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair and walked out of the bathroom to get my phone. I grab it and slip my shoes on. I was just about to leave the room when I remembered all of the crap I had to lug to class. I trudge to the closet and fling the door open, grabbing the already prepared shoulder bag.
I walked out of the room and closer to the death of me.
...LATER...
I sat in the last row barely listening to the Professor introducing us. I stretched out in the plastic chair and turned my neck from side to side, cracking it. From behind me a door burst open and I turned to see Sora at the top of the stairs. He looked tired, with his blue shirt full of wrinkles, slightly tucked in at one spot and pants that sort of twisted sideways on his legs. He had a bag slung on his shoulder and he looked around the room.
"You must be Mr. Gainsborough," the Professor said. Sora nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for being late, I-I um, yeah," Sora stammered. The Professor laughed and shook his hand dismissively.
"I'll let it slide for today. Take a seat," he said. Sora nodded and scampered into my row, plopping down next to me. He smiles at me somewhat excitedly. "Since you didn't get to hear, my name is Cid, but if you call me that I will have you thrown out of this class. So just call me Professor, that's all there is to it," he said looking at Sora. Sora nodded quickly and set his bag down next to him, opening the bag and taking out a notebook and pencil. He smiled at me quickly.
"I'm really sorry about yesterday," he said, trying to make up for what caused me to be pink. I write down the class conduct Professor had just written and shrug.
"Meh, I've gotten a little bit over it," I reply. I finished the note and absentmindedly doodled on the margin.
"Really? How do I make it up to you though?" He asks. I chuckle, he always was nice.
"Yes really. And if you want to make it up to me, I command thee to obtain the coveted Sea-Salt ice cream," I say, smiling evilly at him. I knew that he had absolutely no idea where to buy sea salt ice cream. Sora's eyes widened and he looked around desperately.
"I don't know where to get any!" He whined. I smiled once again and turned to look at Professor.
"I know," I said, trying not to laugh at the other boy's panic. He frowned and stomped his feet around, beginning to have a hissy.
"I'll give you a hint; it's by the movie theater," I told him. The words 'movie theater' made me remember something. James. He had given me his phone number, what did I do with it? I know I hadn't kept it in any of my clothes, so where the heck was it? I've been known to keep things in my shoe, why not check? I dropped the lower half of my body and my shoe swung into my face. I stuck one hand in and felt all around the edges. I didn't feel anything...
I shoved my hand in deeper, feeling the edge of a piece of paper. I pulled it out of my shoe and examined the piece of paper. Yep, it was definately James' number. I sat back up and looked at Professor who was rambling on and on about useless crap that I should probably pay attention to, but I just couldn't help but tune it out. I looked at Sora and saw that he was being good and paying attention. How the hell could he be paying attention (being Sora), while I can't? This is a strange world.
I shake my head and take my cell phone out of my pocket. I choose to text him.
From: Roxas
To: James
yoooooo, James. u remember me right, that bitchy blonde kid at the movies with the tall equally bitchy red head
The reply comes quickly.
From: James
To: Roxas
course i remember u! u like complaining, lol. whatchya doin
From: Roxas
To: James
im in class, ew. i want 2 throw poo at whoever invented school.
From: James
To: Roxas
ur a violent 1 :D ur a minor?
From: Roxas
To: James
nosiree! why?
He replied, but Sora interrupted me before I could reply.
"Who are you talking to?" He asked me. I close my cell and look at him.
"James," I reply. He nods.
"How old his he?" He asks me. I open my mouth when I realize that I don't actually know how old he is. I shrug.
"Lemme check," I say back to him. He nods and I go back to texting under the desk.
From: James
To: Roxas
u said u were in class. u look like a kid, i just sort of assumed u were
From: Roxas
To: James
HEY! i dont look like a little kid! im 18 and u cant do nothin bout it. D: im in college, its no place 4 kids. how old r u?
From: James
To: Roxas
dont get ur panties in a bunch. u look like 1 okay! im 20
I look at Sora who I can see was reading my whole conversation, yet trying to be secretive about it. I clear my throat and Sora leans away, no longer looking at me but Professor. Out of the corner of his mouth he said, "He's looking at us." I looked towards Professor and he pointed to the board, which already had a bunch of other conduct rules on it. I wrote it all slowly, actually wanting to write things.
"He said he's twenty," I say to Sora under my breath. He nodded and continued writing down. I looked at his paper and saw that his handwriting was surprisingly neat. For some reason I had expected it to look like chicken scratch or something. I looked at my own handwriting and was for the first time slightly embarrassed by my messy scrawl.
"Is he in college?" He asked me. I shrug. I look at Professor and see that he was talking to one of the other students.
From: Roxas
To: James
damn ur old. xD r u in DIU
From: James
To: Roxas
ur just young. no. im not going 2 college
From: Roxas
To: James
:oooo u shall go nowhere in life
From: James
To: Roxas
ass. working at the theater is going somewhere
From: Roxas
To: James
ur just 2 sissy 2 admit it. no. ur not gonna amount 2 anything :D ill laugh when ur poor
From: James
To: Roxas
ur just jealous cuz i get free popcorn
From: Roxas
To: James
:oooo free popcorn
From: James
To: Roxas
hellz yeah;)
From: Roxas
To: James
*jealous*
Sora kicked my chair. I turned to him and saw him motion his head towards Professor, who's watching me like a hawk. He leaned closer and whispered, "You should just stop texting before he takes your cell away." I look into his sincere blue eyes and nod. I smile at Professor and he just smirks.
From: James
To: Roxas
u better b
From: Roxas
To: James
dude i have g2g. later
From: James
To: Roxas
aww poo :( kk talk 2 u l8tr then
I exit out of the conversation and slip my cell into my pocket. I look at Professor again and saw that he wasn't looking at me anymore. I grabbed Sora's notebook and wrote in it.
You will not talk in my class unless your are told to do so.
He doesn't go to college
KK. and stop writing in my book! im taking notes.
Never.
My llama will get you
0_o
I thought so:)
...LATER...
After all of my classes ended I made my way back to my room with Sora and Ven walking by my side wondering if anything interesting would happen. Ven linked his arm in mine and Sora grabbed my other. They began to skip ahead of me. I refused to follow in their footsteps and let them drag me behind them while they skip and sing stupid songs about llamas and frogs mating or something like that. I wouldn't actually know, I tuned it out. Ven looked behind us and focused on something behind all of us.
"Sora, your brother is following us or something," he said, turning his attention to Sora. Sora looked back and shrugged.
"Ehh, I don't really care. He's probably going to beat us up or something. He hates everyone and everything," he said, no longer looking at his older brother. I was the last one of the three of us to look back at Vanitas. He was walking a little bit aways from us, his strange yellow eyes never leaving us. Just looking into his eyes told you that he was no good. He even had the kind of face to make sure you stay away. He had no expression at all, unless he smirks, which happens quite a bit.
Even though he must be a giant asshole, I felt sort of bad for him. No one liked him at all from what I could see, even Sora didn't like him. He always warned me to stay away from him, but I don't know why. I just know that I'm gonna find out.
...LATER...
I was outside my room and Sora had already gone into his about five minutes ago. My hand was on the handle, ready to turn it, yet I couldn't. I had this weird feeling that if I opened the door something bad would happen, or it would at least lead to something bad. I shrug to myself. What the hay? I turn the knob and fling the door open. I drop my bag in front of the door and kick my sneakers onto the wall. I close my eyes and stretch as I walk towards my bed. I turn around somewhat and my jaw falls to the ground.
Axel's bed was covered with boxes of sea salt ice cream. I walk over to it and reach for one of the boxes. Suddenly, Axel's hand blocks mine. I follow his arm to see Axel's smirk.
"Hey! Give me that ice cream!" I say to him, stomping a foot onto the ground. He shakes his head. I puff out my cheeks and pout.
"Nope," he said, putting emphasis on the 'p.'
"Yes!" I say back. He shakes his head again.
"Well, I would but your ass would get even fatter," he said trying to sound sorry. I whined and stomped my feet. When will these fat ass jokes end?
"MY ASS ISN'T FAT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! NOW GIVE ME THE FUCKING ICE CREAM!" I shout. He shakes his head. I glare at him, trying to make him hand the ice cream over.
"On one condition," he said. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
"Fine, but if it's something stupid I swear I'll-" I didn't get to finish because Axel pushed my shoulder in an attempt to shut me up.
"All you have to do is come with me to get a new cell phone," he says. My jaw drops and I laugh.
"What? That's what I have to do? That's so stupid, I'm not doing it!" I exclaim, throwing my arms into the air. He nods.
"If you want ice cream that is," he says. I purse my lips. If I went I can have the ice cream, boxes and boxes full, or I can just sit here and look at them melt or be eaten by Axel. I sigh.
"FINE," I say exasperating.
"Good! To the store!" He shouts.
...LATER...
We pulled up at a familiar phone store. It was the store where I met Tifa. I unbuckle and step out of the car. Axel slammed his own car door and walked up to next to me.
"Well, time to head on in," he said. I nod and walk behind him, not really wanting to see Tifa. Axel opened the door and held it open for me. I walked in and looked around, looking for Tifa.
I saw her standing behind the counter talking to a customer. I know I really shouldn't, but I want to have a talk with her; to talk about what happened between her and my father.
Blech, I'm sorry for that crap chapter. I've been in a writing funk with Threats for a while now, to me the chapters have been crummy. URGJLSKGH. I'm sorry this was so pointless and boring and completely stupid.
Hopefully you aren't angry at me for it.
1) What song would you associate with Vanitas (in the game)?
Oh, and I want to know what you'd like to happen in Threats, and how you want it to end.
And Kit-KatSoraTwix193, you aren't allowed to answer this question, and you know why.
:D
Thanks for reading!