Drunken Stupor
One-shot

My attempt at a Happy Birthday fic!

Happy Birthday Neb!

Hope you don't find this pairing too weird.

Warnings: hints of slash. If you don't like actual slash (or romance in general) you probably shouldn't read.

"Hey Hayner."

Silence.

Pence frowned at the lack of response. Hayner continued to bob his head to the music blaring from his headphones, unaware that anyone else was even in the room. Pence hated being ignored almost as much as being called fat (he was big-boned dammit!). So, he tried again.

"HEY HAYNER!"

"WHAT PENCE?" Hayner yelled back, pulling his headphones off irritably.

Silence. Snicker. "You're gay." Snicker snicker.

Hayner stared at Pence's goofy face blankly. Blinked. Stared some more.

"…What?"

"You're. Gay." Pence said slower, grinning even wider. "And I don't mean 'Happy Happy Gay Gay' gay. I mean 'I like kissing boys' gay."

The glare Hayner was sending Pence was enough to melt an entire truck of sea salt ice cream. Any sane person would have done the smart thing and backed slowly away from the seething camo-fetishing boy. But, Pence was no sane person.

…

And he was fat.

Sorry. Just had to point that out.

"WHERE did you get a stupid idea like that?" Hayner asked through gritted teeth.

Pence reached intohis pocket.

"I don't know why you're denying it. I have solid proof. Even Olette couldn't deny it was you."

And the evidence?

The obese teenager flashed a photograph in Hayner's face.

Looking at it himself Pence said, "Oh-ho! And who is this?"

Hayner snatched it from the smug boy and studied it closely.

The picture quality was a bit fuzzy and out of focus, but Hayner could still make out him and another boy. The boy had familiar, sky-blue eyes and a mess of spiky blonde hair. Or maybe it was brown. Hayner couldn't really tell.

There was one thing he could tell, though.

The boy was grinning widely with both arms around Hayner's shoulders. And Hayner had his lips pressed against the blonde's cheek (almost mouth), one hand in his hair the other arm returning the awkward embrace.

…

Interesting to say the least.

He didn't remember kissing a boy. Had he been dunk?

…

Had he EVER been drunk before?

"Seriously, Hayner!" Pence laughed. "Kissing that Sora-kid!"

Sora?

He had kissed SORA? That didn't seem quite right.

Hayner stared at the picture a few more moments before tossing it back at Pence and putting his headphones on.

"I better not get mono or something."

Hope this is good. And in the picture it's NOT Sora-it's Roxas. They just forgot who he was.