A/N: Fucking Fanfiction. I was done with this on the eleventh! Gurrrrr.

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Chapter Four

"Vivid and Vague"

"Ow!" Sora shouted, for perhaps the millionth time that day. He sucked delicately at his throbbing finger, kicking himself for closing his locker door on it. He groaned, adjusted his backpack strap and left the locker hall in a huff.

Today was the worst day ever. He was late for school this morning, and Mr. Valentine granted him the lovely yellow slip decorated with DETENTION in bold black writing on the top. On his way to second period, he stepped in gum.

He went to the bathroom to clean it off, and was therefore late to second period. Another detention.

He couldn't stand the sounds of anyone's voices during the break, and therefore took out his iPod and rested quietly against the wall and waited for third period to start. Mr. Loire came by in the nick of time to snatch the thing away, saying they "weren't allowed on campus" and that he'd get it back at the end of the week.

He stepped in gum again after fourth period on his way to his locker. He didn't even bother to scrape it off.

It was freezing outside, and he left his sweatshirt at home because it was warm this morning, and then all of icy hell broke loose.

At lunch he watched Kairi and Riku sitting together, groaning when he whispered shit in her ear and she giggled. They couldn't talk yesterday in PE because Mr. Highwind's class was in the nice warm Gym, and Mr. Wallace made his class run the track. Damn the mile-run to hell.

Fifth period today, Mr. Highwind was running the track, and Mr. Wallace had the class running laps around the gym non-stop for ten minutes.

Sora fell asleep in chemistry, and nearly got another detention. And now he slammed his finger in the locker.

Two detentions meant two hours after school; skipping one detention earned a free ticket into Saturday School…and missing two, meant two Saturday School's if he missed it.

He sighed, not even bothering to hop onto his board to ride home. He trudged along lazily with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his board as he walked. Fuck was it cold.

At least detention wasn't until Wednesday. That gave him another day…

He sighed deeply, running his hand over the arm holding his skateboard against the cold. He hated winter. It was cold and annoying and everyone got sick and…shit.

He reached his door, nearly touching the handle before the thing swung open suddenly.

"Sora! Hurry up-where's your sweatshirt?"

"I left it here, mom." He replied, looking at her peculiarly.

"Oh, well, hurry up and get it! You must be freezing!" She cleared the doorway to let him enter, and ran toward the kitchen. Sora set down his skateboard and found the sweatshirt sitting on the chair…

Wait…

"Why am I getting my sweatshirt?"

His mother rushed into the room, holding a piece of paper and held it up to him. He grabbed the thing and read it carefully.

"No F's!" She squealed, hurrying off again.

Sora raised an eyebrow.

"Wow." He said plainly, examining the comments the teachers made peculiarly. 'Excellent conduct during class' from Mr. Loire?

His mother rushed back into the room with a coat on huffing from running up and down the stairs, "We're going to the pet shop, and I've only got another half an hour until I have to go back to work."

Sora grinned, "Ya really mean it?"

"Put on your sweatshirt, let's go!" She rushed out the door, followed by Sora as he scrambled to shove his head through the neck of his sweatshirt and hopped into the passenger seat of the car.

Roxas stared, eyes lined with the glass cage. Sora stood next to him, examining the animal excitedly.

"…You sure you can handle it?"

Sora scoffed, "A'course I can. Shouldn't be too hard, right? I'll just get lettuce and store it in the fridge… And I think they like bananas and stuff, too."

Roxas stood straight, staring Sora in the eyes, "How in the hell did your mother trust you take care of an iguana?"

"…I had no F's." He said, smiling pleasantly for the first time all day.

Roxas shrugged. "Have you even named it?"

"Not quite… The chick said he was a boy, so…I dunno. It'll come to me."

He bent down to his knees, and examined the animal closely, watching it do virtually nothing but sit there, and look at him. And stick out its tongue.

"She said I can probably hold him in a week!"

"Whoopty-doodle-do, Sora, call the presses." Roxas answered, laying tiredly on the older boy's bed and sighing loudly. "I'd prefer a rat, but…"

"But I'm the one with no F's! So, I got an iguana." He said, gently tapping the glass, cooing at the animal. Roxas rolled his eyes.

"I saw Kairi and Riku talkin' today," Roxas began, followed by a low groan from the brunet.

"Rumors are going around that they're getting together." He added with an amused grin. Sora stood from the glass cage, and looked at the blond boy.

"What do I care?"

Roxas sat up, "Pshh, I saw you glaring in their general direction at lunch, don't give me that bit." He stood, and fixed the ever-falling waist of his jeans.

"Don't you think I'd know if something weird was going on in your life? I'm everywhere." He laughed, curling his fingers in a fashion that earned him a hard punch to the shoulder.

"I don't care, Roxas. Why the hell do you guys want me to talk to her so damn bad?" He crossed his arms, eyes running across the ceiling, deep in thought of other matters.

"Because all you have been doing since she got back is stare at the poor thing, like some creepy stalker or something!" He said, flailing his arms, "So, me and Olette finally got fed up with your worship-from-afar tactics and decided to move things along a bit."

Sora blinked.

"You like her."

"Do not." Sora spat.

Roxas grinned, eyes narrow, and hands on his hips. Sora averted his eyes to a different corner of the room. "Do. Not."

"Fine." Roxas said, spinning around and plopping back onto the bed. "Say what you will, but resistance of the Emo Girls' charm is futile to the normal human's whims."

"…Have you been watching Star Trek or something?"

"Firefly."

Sora snorted, "You nerd."

Roxas scoffed, drawing circles on the wall behind him. "And this coming from the person who still wears the Darth Mal costume ever Halloween?"

"Just the cape!"

"Still."

Sora huffed, and turned to the cage again. Damn thing took up all the room on his desk. Lizards needed running room, he guessed. Whole thing was about four feet by six along the top, with a screen cover to let the sunlamp hit the rock underneath it. That was where the green little iguana sat. Doing nothing.

Sora sighed, "What's a good name for something that does nothing all day, but is fucking awesome to look at?"

"Shit?"

"Shit isn't cool to look at."

Roxas sat up, "It is if it's on someone's face."

"Shut up."

Roxas stood, and walked up to the cage, "Name him something Mexican. Like…Julio."

Sora raised an eyebrow at the blond.

"What? Don't like that name?"

"No, you're just weird."

"Well then you come up with some spiffy name, and then tell me about it. I'm going home."

"Thanks, I think I will!" He shouted at the younger boy's back as he tromped out the door and onto the short two-block walk to his own home.

Sora smiled, glancing down at the thing, watching it twitch and look up at him, and stick out its tongue.

"Spiffy, indeed." He chuckled. "I'll call you…Spiff." He chuckled again, walking to his window, and sliding it open in time to see Roxas walk off of the driveway.

"Thanks, Roxas!"

Roxas glanced up, squinting slightly, "For what?"

"I'm calling him Spiff!"

"…You're retarded, have you ever noticed that?"

A/N: Much thanks to Jessica Box and her "Worst Day Ever" blog. That's where I got the ideas for Sora's bad day.

1400 hits! ZOMG! Party!

Right, so…well, I had to fill up a couple pages of SOMETHING, so that's what came out. More of a continuation page, and it's SUPPOSED to be kinda short…sorry.

I almost called the iguana Spick, but then I found out what it really meant…

Hey, it was a cool spin-off of Spike, so I thought it would be cool. I'm not a racist, yanno…

Crap, now I gotta fit Wakka in the story…. XDDDD

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