Lol, 8 reviews is a whole lot for me for the first chapter! Okay, so I decided to write more!
Excited? I bet! Or not.
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Hey Everyone-Welcome to the Circle of (Mis)Trust.
It's Irv here, for a mini-morning-session. Looks like I got up early enough to speculate a little more. Great!
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AND NOW!
My windows reveal all:
Just saw R storming down the street looking very much like death warmed over. And of course, he was followed by K, who might have "accidentally" lost control of the effect of gravity on her skirt when a no-name college hottie drove by. Oops.
Around the same time, ST and W leaving the house looking like a very uncomfortable Hollywood couple trying to hide their breakup from the paparazzi. Remember though, this is me we're talking about-and I can see through all those acts!
Not like it wasn't totally obvious anyway. Even through the foggy window in my lovely room, there was definitely sexual tension revolving around them.
A little afterward, a sickening thud was heard from S and K's home, and S departing with a little something red leaking from the corner of his very full mouth-strawberries, maybe? Let's just hope.
And then there was T, strolling down the sidewalk looking absolutely fabulous. A very chic colour on his lips and surprisingly his eyes weren't sunken in from the commotion last night. Oh, didn't I mention?
It was positively exhilarating! For those of us lame enough to have slept through it, here's the scoop: Our lovable R and T baked themselves dry last night and went around-get this-planting whole frozen chickens in people's yards, watering them and singing shit-faced nursery rhymes (later described by the still traumatized local old lady piano teacher, Mrs. S, as being on a sharp pitch and a horrendous 5 or 6 notes off in the first place.)
Of course, R's parents totally paid off the cops with what could have been like, a billion dollars (ok, exaggeration) but they still looked very, very peeved.
Maybe that's why R was in a bad mood this morning. His parents finally did something, you know, parental? Well, I'm sure we'll find out very soon.
Apparently, T's single dad could only come out of the house, looking as shit-faced as his son and a little more confused. Supposedly the only thing that he had to ask was: Did his son successfully grow chicken tree, or did he only manage to get a hard-boiled egg?
Obviously, T's dad is now moved to a happy place. Grandma was seen moving in last night, yarn balls and all. Oh, lordy.
Anyway, gotta go and get my mom to call in our personal doctor to write a note! At this point, we really can't ruin our chances of getting into college with being a little late to homeroom.
Certainly not. This reminds me...I haven't seen L or C around at all. Maybe they're skipping school together...hee hee. We can only hope!
Irvy Kinneas XIII, Gossiper Extraordinaire
Chapter 2 Part 1
st is the wench in a.p. french
AP French was great. It was like Study Hall, except nobody actually had to study because the teacher, Madame Clairvoya, really couldn't give a chickenshit what her students were up to-as long as they left her alone.
Regardless, Selphie was still sitting silently in her seat and glaring at her nails instead of cavorting with her peers.
She wrinkled her nose down at the horrible sight-her coral pink nail polish was already chipping, and it was all the fault of her very favourite silbling (being her only sibling, she could still hate Tidus' guts and have him be her favourite.)
Supposedly, he had poured all her hard clear nail polish coating into a bowl and basted his cheap jewelry with it to save his wrists from his nickel allergies.
So classic Tidus-just steal stuff in order to be able to continue to look like a cheap slut instead of buying some bloody gold to wear.
Honestly, it wasn't as if they lacked the money to buy expensive jewelry! Oh, certainly not. But she secretly suspected that he spent all his allotted money on male prostitutes-not like she was about to ask him. Some things are not meant to be said.
You think?
Selphie scowled as she felt somebody twirl a lock of her hair from the seat behind her.
"Go the fuck away, Wakka."
She sighed impatiently, trying to act impartial to his attention. He leaned closer and blew warm breath onto her neck.
Always sensitive to intimacy, her back shivered and her shoulders jerked up and knocked him in the nose.
"You know you love me, Selph," Wakka sighed, rubbing his nose pitifully. Selphie scoffed.
"Go screw yourself," she said tartly.
He put his thumbs on her shoulders and started to rub gently.
"You know, I totally would if you really wanted."
He seemed to think it was the most endearing thing to say to a girl. Selphie, on the other hand, imagined herself barfing in a port-a-potty.
Um, reality check? Next time, keep your god-fucking-awful pick-up lines to yourself, please!
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When Madame Clairvoya had finished her half-minute sermonette about past tenses, the class returned to its state of lower brainpower. Tidus walked over to his annoyed favourite sis, and sat backwards in the seat in front of her. He kissed the top of his fingers and playfully bopped her nose.
"Hey babe," he grinned, and Selphie rolled her eyes, unsmiling.
Her nasty brother was violating her privacy again, and she offhandedly noticed the nauseating would-have-smelled-nice-on-anyone-else smell of her expensive perfume emanating off of him.
She gently pushed him back and leaned down in her seat, then sat up again when she noticed a very gorgeous boy walking toward them.
Auron grinned at nobody in particular and slid his decidedly awesome ass onto Selphie's desk, sitting sideways between her and Tidus. He grinned down at her whimsically and she smiled back as genuinely as was possible for her (which isn't saying much.)
Cranking up the pheromone gauge, her lips spread to reveal a glimpse of her perfect white teeth, and she leaned her elegant little chin on her hands propped up by sharp elbows. She turned to look away from Auron and let some of her medium brown hair flit and settle between his knees.
Silently glowing in the idea that he was staring hungrily at the back of her head, Selphie's lips tightened in a smirk. Suddenly, she heard Auron's deep, masculine voice.
"I like your lip gloss," he said with a smile in his voice. Selphie prepared to turn around and bat her eyelashes at him, and when she did, was she ever pleasantly surprised.
Sans the pleasance.
There he was, smiling flirtatiously-at Tidus. His hand rested oh-so-casually-on Tidus' knee. And obviously now, his comment had been about a different set of lips.
What really peeved her was how those other lips looked nearly as fabulous as hers in lip gloss-which happened to be the exact same that she herself was wearing right then-and the ruining factor being that the genetically-similar-to-her-lips lips happened to belong to her mofo brother.
Okay—ew!
She pushed herself up and gritted her teeth together, bear-like. She decided that she'd rather go somewhere else, where there might be a-oh, I don't know-99 chance that she wouldn't feel the urge to heave her 5-times-swallowed gloss.
Of course, near the door, she would have to happen upon Riku and his unwanted lap-dog, Kairi, doing something resembling something she'd heard of or read about-somewhere. Looks like she hit that 1.
Sighing in defeat, she thought about how she hated the fact that Kairi was more popular with guys than she was, and then decided to love herself because she could at least get most of those same guys without having to act like a total, downright, slut.
Uh...right, Selphie. Just keep telling yourself that.
Chapter 2 Part 2
s shrugs and deals
By the time Sora got to school, the taste of his blood was making him gag a little. But he couldn't spit it out yet. He needed the right moment.
He went to his locker, the one that he had all to himself because everyone in the school literally refused to share it with him. As he opened it, he wasn't surprised to find that someone had broken in again.
This time, the rancid smell of sour milk wafted out, and live crickets, at least 30, jumped down out of the locker, scattering past Sora and then to who-knows-where.
Ignoring the blunt hate-statement, he shoved his empty bag into the locker despite the sticky milk dried on the walls and parts of crickets that had gotten stuck in it. When he shut it and turned around, he noticed Riku and his lackeys walking toward him.
From their completely fake and quizzical expressions, Sora could immediately tell that today's prank had been Riku and company, as usual. Their group stopped in front of Sora.
"Hey Tidus," Riku said in amusement as he watched Sora.
"What is it?" Tidus replied, smiling.
"Looks like someone forgot to take a shower...this month."
Riku's little followers all giggled quietly and wore smug grins. Sora only blinked at him as if to say, "Are you done yet?" and their smiles fell.
"Why won't you talk to me? I'm not good enough for you?" Riku mocked dangerously, and the other kids chuckled again. Sora shrugged and gave him another annoyed blink. The taller boy gritted his teeth and scowled. He shoved Sora at the locker and a hollow thud from the lockers came from it.
"Talk. I said, TALK!"
Tidus and the others were smart enough to step back a bit. They knew that, for some reason, Riku always got supremely pissed whenever Sora wouldn't acknowledge him.
Finally, when Sora still refused to open his mouth, Riku shoved his fist into the brunette's gut. At that moment, Sora gagged fiercely and swallowed most of the blood then coughed a lot of it back up, spraying onto Riku's used-to-be-white collared shirt.
Hmm...very attractive!
"Holy fuck! Nasty little..."
He stopped for a second and stared at Sora weirdly. Grimacing, he turned away from the maniacally grinning boy and left to get a new shirt. Sora's mouth opened only slightly.
"Traitor," he whispered disdainfully at Riku's back, but not loud enough to be heard.
Tidus and his friends remained for a little, gaping at the psychotic looking brunette. His smirk was wired and showed his teeth, stained brown by stale blood that still was leaking out of the corner of his mouth.
Tidus watched Sora's eyes for a moment then realized just how the electric blue colour contrasted with his dark make-up and pale skin.
They communicated a strong feeling of malice and sick pleasure, but Tidus could've sworn he's seen a well-hidden flicker of regret and nostalgia.
Then he turned, shivering once, and followed Riku. Sora only watched him go, smile slowly falling until it was his normal uncaring pout.
He felt a little bit of bile rise in his throat as he began to taste the old blood more clearly. But he was so, so glad that he hadn't spit it out before.
A good thing will come to those who wait, and boy, had it ever.
Chapter 2 Part 3
r realized that times change
Ding, ding! Everyone shuffled out of their 4th block classes and headed to lunch. Most people were following the general shuffle that went behind Riku, Tidus, Kairi, Wakka, and-oh, you get the fucking point.
Always interested in his victim-of-choice, Riku briefly wondered if Sora would show up to lunch. The usual case was no, of-fucking-course he wasn't, but he was always just a little curious.
After all, Tidus thought while looking at his friend, didn't they used to be, like, best friends?
"You read my mind, Tidus," Riku said.
Actually, that's what he would have said if he could read minds.
As the Riku-Kairi-Tidus-and-the-rest entourage sat down at the small, exclusive table near the corner of the cafeteria, the other disappointed fan-girls and boys slunk away to their normal tables.
Yeah, as if you guys were going to sit with them. Nice try.
Kairi noticed that her unwilling boyfriend was not eating and didn't look like he was going to. Whenever he didn't eat lunch, she knew something must be terribly wro-oh wait, he never ate lunch.
See, Kairi? This is what happens when you act like a brainless idiot. You become one.
Selphie sat down with her tiny purse and lunch tray, piled high with food. She was part of some retarded, college-application-friendly support program for fighting anorexia and bulimia. Which meant she had to actually follow through for the meek eating-disorder girls that were secretly watching her 24/7 in hopes that she might have the same problems they did.
Of course, of course! And once she was done setting the example, she was going to make a beeline for the bathroom and heave all of those calories right back up.
Tidus glanced at Riku, though, and knew something was wrong. Not because of his eating habits, but because of that weird, distant look in his eyes.
"Hey, are you there?"
Riku looked up and blinked, daze-like. He then realized that he was extremely hungry from lack of a good stoning, and he reached over and took a huge, greasy piece of pizza off Selphie's tray.
Everyone stared in silence. This was the first time they had seen him eat, like, anything. And they all had to admit (even Wakka) that he made it look very sexy.
"Riku..." Tidus blinked and made a weird face then cracked a smile. "What's on your mind?"
Riku put down the half-eaten pizza and pulled his hands across his face. He had just remembered something that had happened at the end of 8th grade. The blonde could only watch his friend get that distant look again, and he sighed and shook his head.
...At the end of 8th Grade...
"Sora?" Riku walked around in the empty hallways after school, looking for his friend. "So-ra! Where are you?"
From inside the janitor's closet, normal non-Gothic Sora was sitting with his chin on his knees, staring into the black space. He was hiding from Riku, and when you're hiding you generally don't answer people when they call you. Yeah.
"Sora, godammit, if you don't get your sorry ass out here right now..." He sighed and shook his head. He knew it wasn't any good, because that boy was as stubborn as they come.
So he sat there, still staring into space and trying to ignore the desperate calling of his best friend. It was kind of hard to do, admittedly.
"Sora! Sora! Sora!" Now it had only become something incessant and guaranteed not to work, but he called him anyway.
Then he remembered something: the place that Sora always went when he needed alone time. The place where he had first accidentally met the brunette at the beginning of that year.
Slam! A sudden burst of light blinded Sora and when he could finally see, he saw Riku standing in the doorway, looking very mad and relieved at the same time. He climbed into the closet and sat down, closing the door behind him.
"Why didn't you answer me, huh?" He asked, staring at the black space where Sora was.
"...I dunno. I guess I want to be alone?" He hinted, frowning dubiously.
"Hmm. This is always where you go when you're alone, right?"
"Yup. How did you know?" Sarcasm played at his voice oh-so-slightly.
"C'mon, we have to go to the end-of-the-year party. I didn't want you to miss it."
"I'd rather stay here. You go."
"Why don't you want to go?" Riku frowned.
"Because," the brunette sighed, "I just don't."
Riku relented and just smiled despite himself.
"I remember when you first came to this room," he told Sora.
"You mean, the first time you found me here," he corrected.
"Uhh...right. It was pretty cool, you were like some kind of..."
Angel? Sora thought. God? Prophet?
"...mole person, or something. Holed up in here." He chuckled.
"Oh, thanks."
"It was kind of depressing that you were in here like that..."
Sora nodded despite the darkness, remembering the time that Riku had first met him in this closet. He had been sobbing quietly, because the whole world seemed to be against him: he was failing transitions mathematics, his girlfriend Selphiebroke up with him, and...his dad had just died.
"Yeah..." he started to feel his eyes get wet, and he silently thanked the darkness for hiding him.
"You said that this is where you go when you feel alone, right?"
Sora sniffed. "Yeah."
"Sora, are you crying?"
Sniff. "No."
"..."
"What?"
He chuckled. "Okay, whatever. Well, I was thinking, since you seem to come here so often, I could help you out from now on."
"What?"
"I mean, next time you feel like you should come here, and every time after that, you can count on me following you."
Sora blinked.
"What?"
"Are you going to fucking say anything else?"
"What? I-I mean, um, thanks..." Riku smiled.
"So, at the risk of sounding like a school girl, we're friends forever, right? Sora?"
"..."
"You alive, Mr. Mole?"
Sora laughed. "Friends forever. The best."
"Great." Riku hoisted himself up off the ground. "So let's go to that party, alright?"
Sora stayed grounded.
"...Riku..."
"What now?"
"...that's a promise, right? You promise you'll always be here?"
Riku sighed dramatically.
"Sora, you've got yourself one hell of a fucking promise, so get off your ass and let's go to that fucking party!"
The brunette chuckled and stood up.
"Okay, let's go."
...End Flashback...
The bell rang for the end of lunch. Now very curious, Tidus waved his hand in front of Riku's face, and he snapped out of it.
"Wow. Sorry about that, T..."
Tidus shrugged. "It's okay. Are you alright? You look seriously depressed."
Riku shrugged back.
"Must be withdrawal symptoms. Let's just go to class."
"...Okay."
Still a little bit in his own world, Riku stared blankly ahead as he walked to history with Kairi chattering annoyingly and Tidus glancing worriedly at him every 5 seconds.
Whatever happened, he wondered, along the way? At what point did everything turn completely over and everything fell apart? When did he first take a joint from an older kid's hands? When did he first take a girl over to his house for the night for reasons other than some good old fashioned Mario Party? When the fuck did he start torturing his best friend (which resulted in said friend turning into a mofo Goth?)
"Screw it," he sighed, deciding not to care anymore. He was way to exhausted to make an effort-besides, he was happy with his life currently, so why fuck himself up over the past?
Oh, so you're not fucked up right now? Hmmm. News to me.
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At the time of his history class, Sora was huddled in the janitor closet, poking a dead cricket that smelled sort of like sour milk. He sighed and continued to feel irritated and very, very betrayed.
The janitor's closet was where he always went when he had a class with Riku. He figured that Riku didn't even notice that he was never in class with him. Which made him feel so fucking dumb.
But he kept trying to get Riku to remember that apparently useless thing he had told him way back at the end of 8th grade, and kept returning to the closet. And he'd continue to sit in that closet during those classes until Riku remember his "one hell of a fucking promise."
God, Sora thought angrily, some fucking promise that turned out to be.
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...This chapter was way too involved. Way more than I thought at first. But suddenly I just had this idea and I HAD to put it in. Isn't it depressing?
Anyways, Reviews would totally be appreciated!
I love you all!
Teizontidus (Irvy Kinneas XIII, Gossiper Extraordinaire)