Chapter Eight

Odds Are Against Our Love

Everytime he tried to sleep, Sora couldn't help but repeat that moment in his head, over and over again. And ... it hurt.

"Get the fuck out of my house!"

"What? Dad! Please ... don't do this!"

"Out!"

He closed his eyes tightly, trying with all his might to block out the scene. The brunet took a look around him, at the street lights and the wet pavement. Rain had been pouring down for probably about three hours now and he was soaked. Sora sighed as he got up again, walking the dark streets, the only thing in his hand was a bag packed by his father. Knowing him, he probably put shit I don't even need in it. Finally he found a bench, and taking a seat, he opened the bag. A few clothes ... a note from my mom ... a bible ... my cell phone and it's charger ... wait, my cell? Now that's exactly what I need! Sora quickly scrolled through the contact list and found exactly the person he needed.

"Hey, it's Sora. Do you think I can come over?"

"What in the world? Sora, it's 3 in the morning!"

"I got kicked out."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I'll explain it when I get there, Miranda."

"Come on over, Sor."

The brunet walked the few blocks until he finally came upon his beloved's house. Miranda would be waiting at the door, Roxas at her side. A few knocks and the black haired woman had her arms around him, crying softly.

"Were you out on the streets? At this time of night?"

"Yeah. Where is Roxas?"

"Making tea. I hope you don't catch cold."

"I'm fine. But, can I stay here for a while? I don't have any money for a motel and ..."

"Of course!"

Roxas entered the room, a sad frown placed on his features. He had a pretty good idea of why Sora got kicked out, and he couldn't help but blame himself. The blond handed everyone a cup of tea as he took a seat beside the brunet.

"Why did you get kicked out?"

"It's my fault mom. But I didn't think he was going to kick him out of the house ... "

Sora cleared his throat and looked down at his feet.

"Me and Roxas were making love, and my father walked in. That's pretty much it."

Her gray eyes lowered their gaze as she took in what Sora had said. She knew at some point he would lose his innocence, but right now ... wasn't it a little soon? It's not like it was with Axel though, Sora has known Roxas for the longest time and really does care for him. Miranda looked back up at the two sitting across from her, their azure eyes filled with love for eachother as they whispered who knows what to eachother.

"Well, Sora dear. Follow me, I think you should change into some dry clothes. Roxas? Find him some?"

"No, it's fine. I have some of my own, thanks though, Anda."

"Oh? In this bag?"

She rumaged through the bag, pulling out the clothes and handing them to Sora. She also managed to pull out the note from his mother.

"Sora? Have you read this yet?"

"No, let me see it."

Dear Baby,

Don't worry, this isn't from your father and it isn't me yelling at you. Honestly, I am happy. Happy that you've found someone like Roxas to share these moments with. I know you might be unsure because he isn't a girl, but you can't help who you fall in love with. Yes, your father is very enraged right now, but sooner or later I hope he'll come to peace with you. I wrote this to let you know how much I love you and to inform you that I'm perfectly fine with your choice. I love you more then anything, Sora. Come home when you're ready.

With Love,

Your Mother, Celia

Roxas shut the door behind him as he made his way to his bedroom. Miranda kissed the brunet on the forehead before retreating for work, leaving him to sleep in the musty guest room. He sighed, reading the letter once more before he closed his eyes, and let sleep overtake him.

Midnights Heart

The End

Well, that's the end of this story. I am writing a sequel so I hope you all will read it. It's called 'Temptation' and it's going to be pretty good. I hope you all enjoyed this story and I hope you'll enjoy the sequel. Please read and review. I love you all. E-mail, message, or IM whenever you want.