Warning: Health Hazard
Chapter Two
Sora blinked rapidly, attempting to fight off the vicious white spots that were running rampant across his vision.
This mad onslaught against his eyesight had started roughly 0.43 mili-seconds after he'd placed one over-sized butter-yellow shoe on the threshold of Kairi's house.
It was a quite hard to take it all it all in at once – the flashing lights, gyrating bodies, loud music and screaming teens mixed together created a very heavy atmosphere that just screamed 'PARTY!'.
The poor boy winced as if the current situation was actually causing him pain and, to be quite honest, it was. He doubted his ears would ever stop ringing and, no matter how many times he blinked, he couldn't get rid of the blurry white spots. They were still there even when he shut his eyes, abstinent. It looked as if this faulty vision wasn't the only price to pay, however – it was all accompanied with a headache and a bunch full'a nerves that were slowly melting his confidence and reducing his advanced skeletal structure into paste.
His bladder was faring little better, and suddenly the idea of finding a fully-functional toilet became rather appealing. Traversing the vast expanse of Kairi's house was a better alternative to standing like a sponge in the doorway, gaping all fish-like at the people enjoying themselves, not daring to venture off into the crowds and have fun.
After all, his skittish behaviour was only succeeding in irking Yuffie, Selphie and several other people who wanted to use to door.
Sure, Selphie was smiling kindly and Yuffie was giving him words of encouragement, attempting to boost his shattered ego (it was beyond saving, really). But Sora couldn't help but notice Selphie's large green eyes were locked almost longingly onto a very nice back, and this very nice back belonged to a very nice boy – Roxas, to be exact, flirting with a pretty girl. Yuffie's foot was also tapping impatiently, a sure sign she wanted to break free from Sora's company and join the dancing crowds. She was trying to look bored and uninterested, for Sora's sake, but that one traitorous little body-part wouldn't stay still, a sure sign that if Sora vamoosed then she would be away from that corner and onto that dance floor in a flash.
"I love this song…" muttered Yuffie in a dejected sort of voice, acting as if Sora was an inconvenience, a handicap, like a broken leg. She wanted to go off and enjoy herself, but she couldn't leave her hopeless friend all on his ownsies, lost in the big bad world of teenage America.
"I, er, it's alright, you guys…" Sora muttered hastily, staring down at his shoes and wishing he had enough gall to go join in the fun. How would he ever impress Kairi if he didn't venture out beyond his little corner, drowning in sorrow and self-pity? Only the geeks got stuck in the corners at wild parties, at least, according to all Selphie's romance books. The beautiful heroines never fell for the sad gits stood by themselves examining their shoes, nevernevernever. No, it would be much better to go off and explore upstairs, the boy decided. That way nobody would see him stood alone like some pathetic, anti-social reject, a blush spreading across his face wider than the Amazon.
"You sure? You don't need us to go with you and hold your hand?" asked Selphie a little snippily. She didn't mean to tack that last hurtful little comment onto the end of her question, and she most certainly didn't mean to say it in such a despairing, exasperated voice. Buuutttt oh how she adored that blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. That blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who was flirting with some other girl, her powerless to stop it!
"Nah. I think I'll go to the toilet, okay? You guys can go do whatever you want to do. I'll be fine." Sora nodded his head viciously in accompaniment to his words, attempting to convince them (as well as himself) that he would be fine. And, if he found the party atmosphere too much, he could always leave.
And never tell Kairi how he felt about her…
Sigh.
Selphie and Yuffie immediately vanished mere seconds after the words left Sora's lips, melting almost instantly into the crowd. They fit in. They had managed to find their 'place' in the social food chain.
The only place Sora seemed suited for was in the toilet, locked away from humanity with his (tomato-coloured) head in his hands, wishing he could've thought of something clever and witty to say while he still had the chance.
Sora had always known Kairi's parents were rich (the girl wore a different outfit to school almost every day, complete with pretty jewellery and muti-coloured plastic headbands and the like). But, after a few minutes of looking around her plush house, Sora had to re-evaluate his previous assumption. Kairi's parents were not rich.
They were very rich.
He was actually enjoying himself, looking at all the pictures on the walls and examining the prettily patterned carpets like a visitor to an art gallery. The corridors seemed to stretch on for an eternity and a forever, the stairs winding up higher than the thirteenth and final floor of Oblivion High.
Sora had to pause to wonder why an everly-amazing, socially-adept, studiously-smart girl like Kairi would even go to such a school like Oblivion High. Sure, it was a good school, but it wasn't exactly the best. It didn't achieve the best results; it didn't turn out the best kids. So why would somebody like Kairi, who obviously came from a very rich background, go to a state school? Why not a private one?
The boy pushed this thought from his mind, not really wanting to deal with 'whys' and 'whats' and 'hows'. He'd had enough of those back downstairs (down several flights of stairs, actually).
Up here he couldn't hear the loud music or see the partying people, and he didn't have to worry about conversations and reputations. He just wanted to be there and walk around a bit, soak in Kairi's home life, see what she woke up to every morning. It was nice, in a slightly stalker-ish way.
The whole house was nice, and it smelt of raspberries and cotton-candy, a sharp contrast to Sora's home, with was permanently plagued by the scent of old socks and pizza, much to Aerith's chagrin.
It was strange, but the spiky-haired brunet felt much closer to Kairi up there, surrounded by all her furniture and family pictures in gilt frames, set on oak tables. It just seemed to fit the girl's bubbly personality more, far more than the raving party downstairs. It was relaxing to look at all the pictures of a little toddler-ish Kairi, usually shown in each photo with a little blonde girl about her age. Maybe a childhood best friend? They did look cute together, with their chubby faces and bright eyes, sometimes posing for the camera with fingers arranged in traditional 'peace' signs. Kairi was slightly cross-eyed on some of them, making Sora laugh.
The homely environment soothed Sora, made him feel closer to the girl than he'd ever felt before. It unclenched the tightness in his bladder to a certain degree, dissolved the ugly white spots and cleared up his head. He was feeling so truly peaceful he barely noticed the blonde girl walking along behind him.
He turned around at exactly the right moment to catch a flash of white and an eyeful of blonde hair, disappearing into one of the rooms on the landing.
Sora stared after her for a few short seconds, blinking rapidly.
She was just a girl from the party looking for the toilet, that was all…
a.n: Second chapter up, a few more to go xD. This chapter is dedicated to Lamatikah, for helping me find my luff for SoKai again .
Xx skitts xX