I'm Not a Model
Chapter Five
"Riku, let go!!"
"Pillows don't talk...."
"You're talking in your sleep, Riku! I have to get to school!"
"I said let go, not grip tighter! I never knew you were so clingy when you slept! This is the last time I agree to share a bed with you!"
Now that I think about it, this morning was pretty funny. Sora woke up late, and was trying to rush out the house as quick as he could. Me, on the other hand, was still passed out on the bed, tangled in a mess of sheets. I didn't have to go to school anyway. I had the next few days off. Today was a Friday now that I think about it. I was ignoring all signs of life as we know it until I decided to wake up. Which was at one in the afternoon.
School let out in about an hour and a half, and I was guessing Sora was going to come back over here for the hell of it. It's really boring to be at home by yourself, with no form of entertainment at all. Well, there was always television, but the only shows that were on were talk shows and those retarded advertising shows. I think that one talk show is on, though. The one with security guards and people sleeping with their cousins or something. I only saw it once, and that one time was enough. The world has enough issues, and I don't need to know all of them.
Falling back onto the bed, I heaved a sigh and decided to just go back to sleep. I only had one hour and twenty-five minutes of boredom left. I needed something to do. Something that could hold my attention for over an hour and a half since falling back to sleep seemed impossible. I finally decided on getting up out of bed to see what was going on outside. There was no commotion or anything, I just wanted to see what people were doing.
I stuck my head out of my broken window, seeing the old lady next door standing out in her lawn, watering her flowers. They look more like weedds to me, but I'm not a plant expert. She looked up from where ever she was looking, and she met my eyes.
"Young man, shouldn't you be in school!?", she yelled from her front lawn. Despite her aging appearance, she had a rather loud voice. The grey haired woman was a nosy neighbor, too. I've caught glimpses of her looking through her windows when my mom and I were arguing outside in public. Couldn't blame her entirely; my mom and I tend to be a little loud when screaming at each other.
"School doesn't want me", I replied, with a half grin on my face. Now that I thought about it, I wonder if anybody would call Social Services on my mom since she wasn't home and that I wasn't at school during school hours. I heard the old woman say something about 'Devil's Child', but I chose to ignore it. I may hate authority, but the cops tend to believe it when little old ladies say they were being mugged by some kid who was talking back to them. I looked up and down the street, wondering if anybody else was out.
Weird enough, Sora was coming down the street. School hadn't let out yet, unless the clocks in my house were wrong, which I highly doubt. Judging from the way he was walking, he seemed to limp a little to the left, as if his leg was in pain. His head hung low, as he continued to walk to my place. I think my house is his destination.
When he finally reached the front of my house, I called down to him. When he looked up, I could see why the school let him out earlier than everybody else. He had a nice, big, black eye. "Hey, Sora! What happened at school!?". I know the old hag outside was gawking, but I didn't really care about it. It wasn't like she could do something anyway.
"Can you just come and get the door?", Sora asked, his voice sounding softer than usual.
I nodded, and pretty much ran downstairs. Thank god I slept in my pants. I flung the door open, only to meet Sora's sullen face. Grabbing him by his arm, I pulled him inside. When the front door was shut, I had a good look at his right eye. "Fight?", I asked, touching the bruising area of skin. It didn't seem too bad, looked like it would be better by Tuesday atleast.
"Yeah", the brunette sighed. He reached up and pulled my hand away from his obviously painful eye. "You don't have to look at it, the nurse at school already cleaned it and everything".
"Yeah, but I wanna look. Who did you get into a fight with?".
"This scary looking guy. He was tall, had blue eyes, blond hair that was spiked in a really retarded way. Said I was flirting with this brown haired girl who he claimed to be his girlfriend", Sora replied.
"Blue eyes and retardly spiked blond hair? I know who that is", I said, offering a smile. "You don't have to worry about a thing".
"What are you planning?"
"Revenge"
"You can't be serious!?"
"I'm serious. That guy is a jerk I beat up when I was just a Freshmen. He's nothing", I said. Turning on my heel, I was walking towards the staircase. "I'm not going to stand in front of the door all day", I thought aloud, giving Sora the clue to follow. I heard him follow me up the stairs. Soon, we were in my room, as usual.
"So, you were flirting with Aerith?", I asked, intrigued by the situation and the many possible ways I could deal with it.
"No, she was throwing herself at me, no matter how many times I said no", the brunette sighed, falling onto my bed as if he didn't get any sleep at all last night. "Besides, if I was gay, why would I flirt with a girl?"
I stood there pondering about what to sat next. "Are you sure you're gay?". Okay, that question didn't get me the response I wanted because all I got a was an icy glare. "That answers my question..... ", I muttered.
"So, are you going to beat that guy up or what?", Sora asked as he wrapped himself up in my sheets. I walked over to the bed and looked down at him.
"Who knows what I'll do. And what are you doing? This is my house, where the hell is yours?".
"I don't feel like going home. If I went home, my mom would make a big deal about my eye", he mumbled from underneathe the covers.
"Why didn't you go home yesterday?". I pretty much fell on top of him, pulling the covers from around him.
"Because I didn't feel like it", he muttered as I squirmed on top of him, trying to get my sheets and blankets back. "And would you leave the covers alone, I'm kinda tired". I could only scowl as this freeloader was hogging up my bed and blankets.
"Freeloader brat", I muttered under my breath.
"I heard something at school today. Some guys in gym class were talking about it", Sora started.
"What?".
"The school's race track is behind the school, and our teacher today said we had to run a few laps on it. I heard that some girl who jumped off the roof last year landed behind the school. I wonder if it's true...".
I wasn't expecting anything like that. People are still talking about her as if she's just some rumor around school. The thought alone sickens me. She wasn't just random words strung together to creat gossip, she was a real fucking person I cleared my throat and said, "Yeah, it's true. I even knew the girl".
Sora shot his head straight up at that. "You're serious? A girl jumped off the roof last year and you knew her, too!?". He threw the covers from his upper torso and sat up straight, waiting for me to answer.
"She was my girlfriend", I said quietly. I was looking down at the sheets, not trying to make eye-contact with Sora at all. I already knew the look on his face and I knew it wasn't a happy one. I didn't see it, but I felt it, his hand touching my face. I had to look up at him now, something he was going to say was going to be important.
"Riku... I'm sorry". That's the first time anybody ever said that to me. My mom never said it, the principal never said, none of my friends last year said it, not even my girlfriend's mom told me she was sorry about what happened. "What was her name?". It's nice to be near someone that actually cares for once. Especially when you're use to people either ignoring you or treating you like you're nothing.
"Kairi", I muttered, Sora's hand never leaving my face. It was all so comforting, and I had forgotten about things like this that it's been so long. I couldn't help but crawl into his lap, my head resting against his stomach. Last night when I did this to him, it just for fun and to creep him out, but now it's different. He wasn't blushing like crazy nor was he making fun of me. I felt his hands stroking my back, the same way a mother would do her child when he or she was crying. It was just for comfort.
I couldn't help it, but I actually fell asleep, right there in his lap.
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"Riku! RIKU!!".
Someone's coming up the stairs, I can hear it. And it sounds like who ever it is is wearing high heeled shoes. Wait, high heeled shoes? Oh shit.....
"Riku, get your ass out of... huh!?". Of all people to find me asleep like this, it would be my mom. I wouldn't care it was the principal at school or that nosy lady next door, just as long as it wasn't my mom. I was awake alittle, due to her yelling. I looked up at Sora, who looked like he was waking up now, too. "Okay, what the hell happened here?".
Atleast she was being calm about it.
"Nothing, mom. You can go the hell away now, if you don't mind", I yawned as I nuzzled my face into Sora's side. He looked down at me as if I was crazy or I grew a second head. His face was red, not only from my mom waltzing in, but the fact I was ignoring her and making myself more comfortable.
"Riku, you're such a fucking whore", Mom sighed as she decided to leave finally. She usually just calls me 'screw-up' but whore? That's just completely new to me. I know it doesn't exactly look right, but come on. He still has all his clothes on, and I'm just missing my shirt. Mom could use a little logic to think things through every now and then.
"Sora, are you okay? I hope she didn't scare you", I smiled up at him. He did look a little flustered and embarassed about what just happened.
"Um, well.. uh, She did startle me a little bit", the brunette admitted.
"Your eye looks a little better", I commented, pointing to the purple ring around his eye.. "Does it hurt at all?"
"No, but it's a little hard to see. And would you get off of me. You really don't realize how heavy you really are, you're cutting off the circulation in my legs".
"I'm not heavy, you're just skinny and weak".
"I really wouldn't mind punching you in the face again...."
I had to roll over off of him with that threat. "You're no fun, Sora. And when the hell are you going home!? Unless you're paying rent, I'm going to end up kicking your ass out tomorrow". He actually laughed at that, even though I was kinda serious. I'm sorry, even though he's my best friend, I really like pissing my mom off when we're the only two in the house. Last time my aunt was here, she kinda called the cops because she thought I was really going to beat the shit out of my mom. The woman may make me mad, but not enough to actually hit her.
"But I don't really wanna go home", he whined and he pouted. "I'm your friend, let me stay".
"Unless you tell me what's going on, I'll kick you out now", I warned. "Your home life can't be as bad as mine. I'm pretty sure your mom doesn't argue with you twenty-four seven". I pulled on the blankets, trying to get more for me. Sora willingly let me keep them to myself, not trying to pull them back.
"Fine, I'll tell", he sounded as if he didn't really want to. "My dad decided to move back in with me and my mom. My mom's a real retard since she let him back in the house". Sighing, he rubbed his none bruised eye.
"Why do you say that?". I had to ask. I'd give almost anything to see my dad, even though I know it would never happen. My dad died when I was a little kid and I can barely remember him.
"He use to hit her". That hit me like a tone of bricks, especially since I didn't expect that. "And I never really cared for my dad in the first place." Well. atleast he had a good reason for hanging out in my place.
"And when did he come back?"
"He came back Wednesday. My mom isn't really all that smart, and she didn't know what to do". Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he looked out the window. "It really sucks when your mom is stupid as hell". Now that really threw me off. 'Hell'? That's the first time I have ever heard Sora use profanity. I'm use to hearing myself swear, but him?
I hate to see the brunette look so.... moody. It's not like him to angst like this. Sure, he's emo-ish, but I'm sure even emo's don't angst like this. They write depressing poetry and tend to get high without letting anybody know. As far as I'm concerned, Sora didn't do either. I think it's about time I returned the favor. Sitting up, I sat indian-style on the bed behind him. I know it's not the time to be thinking these types of thoughts, but it was adorable when he squeaked as I pulled him into my lap.
"What are you doing?". I heard him stammer his words.
"What do you think? Haven't you ever noticed that the best place to be is in someone's lap when you're depressed?", I asked as he stopped struggling.
"I guess you're right...."
"Of course I'm right", I said triumphantly. "So, what's gonna happen now? Seriously, I can't keep you here unless you're planning on being the dysfunctional family's traumatized pet dog". He snickered at that. Leave it to me to make something I'm serious about slightly funny.
"I'll leave tonight, I guess. I do have a black eye, maybe I'll get some form of pity from my parents", the brunette chuckled slightly.
"Being optimistic, I see. I'll be at school Monday, just to let you know. I may not stay long, might get in trouble".
"You can't fight that one guy! You're already in trouble at school, why make more!? Besides, going to school just to beat somebody up is kinda.... retarded"
"Hey, I think you'd have realized by now, it's fun as hell to do stupid things", I said, pulling him even closer. So close that his back was flush against my torso. I heard him gasp and he started to struggle. "Hey, I thought you said you were gay. If you were gay, you wouldn't be squirming like this".
"I knew it! You were hitting on that one guy's girlfriend! You lying little bastard..."
"No I wasn't! I'm just sitting here in your lap", he muttered.
"Bullshit and you know it", I teased. "You know you can't resist my sexiness so just admit it". I knew he was blushing, hell, I bet if I listened hard enough, I could hear him blush.
"Shut up!"
"Fine, if that's the case, then go home then", I said as if I didn't care at all.
"Fine, I will!".
"Ba-bye, freeloader"
It was funny in a sense when he got out of my grip and stormed downstairs. It was even funnier when he slammed the front door closed, my mom peeking inside my room to see what was going on.
"Lover's quarrel?", she asked.
"No, now go away. And by the way, the old lady next door said I was a Devil's Child. You should hit her for saying that"
Mom just rolled her eyes as she slammed the door to my room close.
People, I have a problem... My printer is broken and now, I can't print out my to school projects. And possibly, I could fail History and English. Please angst for me, for I will possibly be 15 and stuck in the 8th grade. It just isn't fair ;-;
Anywho, enough with my complaining and personal problems. There, now you know a little of Riku's relationship with the girl that commited suicide. And that's right, there is more to it than just that. I'm really bad at remembering name's, too, so I'm sorry if I spelled Aerith's name wrong. I don't know why, but something was saying Aeriss or something. Wait, now that I think about it, Aeriss is wrong. Yep, I'm pretty damn slow.
The characters of my story have personal problems now. Riku had a suicidal girlfriend and his relationship with his mom is kinda screwed the fuck up. And poor little Sora has his set of issues at home now, too. And, OMFG, he has a black eye. I know it seems weird, but I have it planned out.....kinda. A retarded, blond, spikey haired guy? I really wonder who that could be...
So, in short, pray for me so that my ass doesn't fail 8th grade. And yes, I'm only in the 8th grade. Shocking, no? And, pray for the poor characters in this fic. Because apparently, when this is all over, they will definetly need a few good years of therapy. SO PRAY FOR ALL OF US!!!!!!!!111!! ONEONE!!!1111ONE (I did that on purpose)
And this chapter isn't even Beta read, frankly because I didn't feel like rereading all of this.