I am truly sorry. But my inspiration is dead. I've been screaming at my muse to come back to life, but I lost all my pheonix downs. So it stays on my bedroom floor, dead. So this chapter is a chapter that by the end was forced out. Although it is going in the direction I want it to go, it is crap. So my muse just has to come back. Until then, I got to start writing something else I guess. Listening to Fall Out Boy is actually helpful... it was until it deicded to give me another story idea. So maybe if I start writing that story, FOB will come back to save me and revive my muse with its magical powers so that I can write some more.

Disclaimer: No own.

And then we had a heated make out session.

Hah, in my dreams.

Instead it ended up that I was so stunned I just sat there with my eyes wide open like a deer in the headlights. Every single thought in my mind was either "Oh my God" or "Kiss him you fool!" But they weren't acted out leaving me to stare blankly when Sora pulled away. Sora seemed slightly nervous, probably because my reaction was nothing and tugged slightly at the edge of his shirt. He let go of my hand.

Great job. Shit. If it was possible, my eyes would have gotten even widen at the sound of the long missing voice that had just slithered its way back into my mind. And I did not want it there. Trying to think quickly to fix the situation, I tried to form a full sentence in my mind before I started to sputter out nonsense. But the voice in my head kept on ranting and it wasn't making anything easier.

When the phone rang Sora leapt at it like a rabid monkey and picked it up. I bet he was looking for any excuse to end the awkward silence between us. And him trying to avoid it did not help me in my quest to stop the voice in my head.

"Oh hey Kairi!" I got up from the table at the sound of his cheerful voice and headed as quickly, but as not conspicuously, as I could. But it seemed that Sora had noticed me suddenly movement towards the bathroom as I heard him say something unidentifiably into the phone and it slammed onto the hook. I started running and I couldn't even hear my own footsteps the voice was so loud now. All of it was nothing but a jumbled mess of hatred and pity for my pathetic self and I wanted it to end. But I wasn't fast enough as I turned to slam the door shut, Sora caught it.

Narrowing my eyes and a growl emitted from my throat as I pushed on the door but he stuck his foot in on the bottom and kept his hand right on the edge to keep me from shutting it. I latched my hand onto his and started to dig my nails, which I hadn't cut for 2 weeks (they grow fast), into his hand. He bit his lip and I saw the blood start to trickle out from under his teeth. He opened his mouth and shouted something at me but I was too busy trying to close the door and listening to the loud voice to hear. My head throbbing, I growled again and then bit his arm, something I did not expect myself to do. He didn't seem to have expected it either, for he yelped and pulled his arm back as I staggered backwards in my own surprise.

"Go away!" I hissed as I regained my compose and was going to close the door when Sora's face was right up in mine. My eyes widened and Sora suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace.

Everything went silent.

I stood there as the brunette held me so close I could feel his heart beat through my chest. Slowly, almost unconsciously, I rose my arms and wrapped them around his smaller frame, burying my face in his spiky chocolate hair. We stood there for quite some time before Sora broke the silence.

"I want to play a game." He said, his breath tingling my neck. I shivered at the hot air, but kept head on top of his, his face in the crook of my neck.

"it's called Truth or Dare." I pulled slightly away from him with a puzzled look. He just grinned at me, like he knew something I didn't. Which I'm sure he did. "I'm sure you know the game. Want to play?" I stayed silent, and chose to instead rest my head on his shoulder. I felt his smile and pulled him closer to me. "I'll go first then. Truth or Dare?" I don't think either one would make much of a difference so I sighed heavily and muttered "Truth."

"Okay. Do you like me?" I hesitated. What should I say? I'm supposed to tell the truth, but who ever does when they play this game? He did kiss me before, but I didn't react. So if I say yes will it even make a difference after I 'rejected' him like that? I brought a hand up to let it run through his spiky hair and I frowned. It doesn't matter anymore what I say.

"Yeah." I said almost inaudibly. I got no response other than a nod. It's my turn.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked.

"Truth." I thought about it. What should I ask him? I hadn't thought about it. I thought about how the day went, and if there was anything that would help me make up a question, when a certain red head crossed my mind.

"Do you like Kairi?" I asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

"Only as a friend." I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Truth." I said before he was able to ask. I wasn't ready to take on a dare. I never was.

"Do you think you like me more than like? More than a friend?" I halted in my stroking of his hair, confused. Didn't he ask that question? Was he trying to make sure?

"Yes." I answered, but got response for it. "Dare." I had to think about that one again.

"I dare you... I dare you to stop eating like a pig." I chuckled as he grinned.

"I'll try," he answered and I smirked. I wonder how long he could go like that. Feeling up to it, Sora had already done it so I could to, I told him Dare. He was silent, making me nervous as I shifted my weight to my other foot and back.

"I dare you to kiss me." I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I could do that, was that dare even allowed in the game?

"What?" Sora pulled away from me and looked into my eyes with his bright blue ones.

"Kiss me." I couldn't believe what he was saying. But he continued to stare at me, waiting for me to complete the Dare so we could go on with the game. So slowly, ever so slowly, my hand left its place on top of his head as it fell to his shoulder, and I leaned forward. Just when our breaths started to melt together I stopped and looked at his eyes again, which we as calm as ever. So I slowly brought my lips down on his.

Snoring. Lots of snoring. I covered my eyes with my hands to shield them from the bright and shinning sun that wanted to happily wake me up this fine morning with its death rays of brightness, as I turned over to find the source of the obscene noise. And I found the source of the noise.

It was Sora. Missing his shirt. And after realizing I didn't have a shirt either and other articles of clothing, I could only imagine that Sora was also missing some other clothes. And after a moment of finally actually waking up, I remembered.

Holy crap.

Aha, I don't need you to tell me it was crap, I know it was. Okay, well you can review (it would definately make me so much happier.) I am telling you, this is the work of my friend killing my four leaf clover. Ever since then my mind has been a total blank for creativity on this story. :sigh:

Well I can't blame it on everything else besides myself so... I shall attempt to try to make contact with the plot squirrels and see if they will come over from Planet Acorn to help revive my muse, Mr. Panda, with their mystical squirrel magic. I am very good friends with them, I'm sure they will help. So keep your fingers crossed :D