"Woah, Riku, I didn't know you had your ears pierced," Sora said, staring at the blatantly obvious metal objects shoved through holes all over my ear.

"How have you never once noticed? I'm always messing with them," I said, raising an eyebrow. Currently, we were in my mother's bathroom, getting ready for Cloud's party. Sora was in the maid's dress he'd gotten for Halloween, and me in...well, clothing that I stole from my mom's closet.

I have never been more uncomfortable in my life.

"Ri-ri, I suck at makeup," Sora said, frowning at the mirror.

"Here, lemme do it," I said, sighing. "We should try to make your hair flat."

"Only if we curl yours," Sora said, closing his eyes as I made quick-work of his eye makeup.

...Larxene used to make me play dress up with her a lot.

After straightening and spraying Sora's hair down, and curling mine into big curls, we not only felt extremely awkward, but were walked in on by my father, who promptly proceeded to turn on his heel and evacuate to the shed, his so-called 'man-cave.'

Of course, I was completely conspicuous, being that I, you know, had muscles. And the dress (which was stretchy and cold on my skin, weirdly enough) I was wearing was kinda clingy.

Sora, however, just looked like a girl, to the point where my mother didn't even recognize him at first. Which was awkward.

The party was actually relatively small; Cloud wasn't the most social being, after all. As soon as we stepped into the house (which was unsurprisingly a typical two-car garage beige house in the suburbs that looked like a replica of all the others on the street), Tifa came prancing over, dressed in well... I wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to be, but it looked painful, because her chest was completely flat-and that was quite a feat for someone like Tifa.

"Wow, did we all have some sort of weird telepathic communication agreeing to be cross dressers at Cloudie's party?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Apparently," I said, shrugging. "Are you supposed to be like a male stripper or something?"

"...I don't want to know how you managed to guess that, Riku, but yes."

"Telepathic communication, remember? You told me what you were going to be already."

"Oh, right," she said, rolling her eyes. "Anyways- Cloud! We've got two more drag queens!"

I looked around, expecting to see spikey blond hair-but no. Cloud himself was in drag. It was kind of hilarious.

Now that I thought about it-the majority of the party was in some sort of drag.

Mind = blown.

The most surprising thing? Kairi was there. Looking like a miniature, more feminine Axel. Though when we got closer, it was apparent that she was not, in any shape or form, Axel or any imitation of Axel. She just had the misfortune of being a redhead. With her was Namine, dressed in clothes that were obviously Roxas', and a girl I think was named Olette, with two boys in normal superhero costumes that didn't involve cross dressing at all.

They apparently didn't get the memo.

For the most part, the party was kind of boring-Sora and I wandered aimlessly around whilst our classmates got wasted on the booz purchased by some tall obnoxious blond and his two buddies, one of which was cross dressing and reminded me strongly of a taller Zexion with reddish brown eyes rather than grayish blue.

After occasionally messing around with people's heads, randomly making out on Sora's old bed, and eating Cloud's food off his plate when he wasn't looking, we headed home, locked ourselves in my room, and stared blankly at each other.

"So..."

"So?"

"Cloud's parties kind of suck."

"Yeah... your friends throw way better ones."

"Yeah..."

"You make a really funny looking girl."

"You make a really fucking hot girl."

"Your mom makes a really fucking hot girl."

"Why thank you, I thought so too."

"Riku, that's disgusting."

"You said it first!"

"Go...be not an awkwardly muscular woman!"

"Okay. But only if you keep being a pretty little girl for me," I said, waggling my fingers at him as I exited into the bathroom to wash the makeup off my face. I wandered back into my room in normal (well, for me anyways) male clothing, not expecting Sora to be lazily draped across my bed, still in full crossplay.

I wasn't complaining.

I walked over and nonchalantly ran a hand up one of his legs. "You've got nice legs, Sora," I said, smirking. "I'd love to be between them sometime."

"Oh my god, Riku, that was bad."

"Oh, please. You know that was the best pickup line you've ever heard."

"Oh, totally. I definitely want to spread my legs for you now."

"Like Kairi and... everyone?"

"Totally."

"Sweet."

"C'mere," Sora said, wrapping his legs around my knees and making me half-fall onto him, catching myself with my elbows. "Hey there."

"Hey," I said, lips ghosting over his.

"Quit being a tease," he said, rolling his eyes, "and kiss me already, would you?"

I happily obliged, immersing myself into the kiss as Sora pulled on the zipper of the hoodie I'd thrown on just for the heck of it. I paused when he tugged on my jeans. "You, uh, sure you want your first time to happen when you're in a dress?"

Sora glared at me.

"You're going to forever remember this as that time Cloud threw a crappy party so we left early and fucked."

Cue more glaring.

"The carpet doesn't match the curtains."

"Are you telling me all this because you don't want to, or do you generally try to cock block everyone you fuck?"

"Uh... well, I just... are you even ready for this?"

"Not if you don't shut up," Sora said, pressing his mouth against mine.

To be honest, I was fully prepared for the tentacles that suddenly wrapped themselves around me.

"Riku? Are you okay?"

"Where are we?" I groaned. This was not my room.

"Um, we're in my old room... are you sure you're okay?"

"Completely... just another dream in which you're in drag and we're about to get it on, and then you grow tentacles."

"I...Riku, you really need to stop watching tentacle porn."

"It was one time!"

"Anyways, do you remember what happened last night?"

"Um..." I thought back. "Nope."

"Riku, I can't believe you forgot," Sora said, frowning.

"Shit...we didn't...did we?"

"What? No! You got in a fight with Yuffie. Well, it was more like Yuffie got in a fight with you," he said, shaking his head. "She got mad and hit you over the head with an empty beer bottle."

"Oh... makes sense."

"You're okay now, though, right? You don't feel weird or anything?"

"Uh, no... I mean, I kinda feel like I just had a really awkward dream, but other than that I'm fine," I said, shrugging. "What time is it?"

"It's like two in the morning. I texted your mom and told her we were staying here because you got hit in the head."

"Did she buy that?"

"Surprisingly, no."

"Why is that surprising? It's my mom. She probably thought we were too drunk to find our way home."

"...right."

"Well..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm kind of afraid that if I try to get in your skirt right now, you'll sprout tentacles."

"I promise you I won't, but you're not getting any."

"Dammit!"

A/N: trolololol. Oh, and by the way? safe search is your friend. D:

egyptian1995: I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this one too. XD

dearlybelovedangel: WELL FINE THEN, lol. xD Maybe we're just weird 'round here.

TheHungryWriter: I'm glad to hear that. :) I hope you feel better soon.