Riku pulled out of the parking lot fast and Kairi held onto him for dear life. "If you crash this thing and we survive I'll kill you myself!"
"Kairi, please! I have so much skill that it can't EVEN be contained inside a four story building so you'd better-"
"SMALL CHILDREN, RIKU!"
Swerve! Kairi's heart was beating a million miles an hour, and she was gripping Riku so hard he wouldn't be surprised if he had bruised ribs tomorrow.
"Kairi! Let up, woman! I can't breathe!" Riku called back to her.
Kairi loosened her grip a tiny bit. "I can't help it! Stop being such a Dangeresque!"
"You think its hott!" Riku said, laughing as he pulled into the beach parking lot and directed the moped into a parking spot.
Kairi climbed off immediately, stumbling a little, glad to be back on the ground. "Yeah, Riku. You trying to kill us? Absolute turn-on."
Riku put an arm on Kairi's lower back gently to help steady her. He laughed a little. "Okay, I get it. I'll slow down on the way back. It was cool though, right?" She'd been a little skeptical when they'd picked up the flier, but Riku had insisted. He would feel bad if she'd absolutely hated it.
Kairi giggled a little. "Yeah, it was fun." She unzipped her purse and pulled out a comb. "C'mere, helmet hair, before you accidentally see your reflection and have a brain aneurism."
Riku touched his head. "Oh no! Are you kidding? Kairi, make it good!" he pretended to panic, though really the fact that his hair might possibly look terrible on a DATE nonetheless was sort of unsettling.
Kairi stood on her tiptoes and carefully combed the tangles out of Riku's hair. "There," she said, tucking the comb back in her purse for safekeeping.
Riku shook his head a little, feeling his sleek locks fall across his shoulder. "Thanks," he said, reaching over and smoothing out a patch of her hair, too. Kairi smiled at him and Riku felt a weird twinge in his stomach for a brief moment.
"Shall we?" Kairi interrupted his twinge by nudging him towards the boardwalk where a few other couples and random college students were existing. There were a couple shops on the boardwalk that they weaved between to get to the view of the water. Riku decided this was probably a good time to hold Kairi's hand, so he reached down and caught her wrist, sliding his hand against hers until their fingers were intertwined.
Roxas and Sora came to a stop in the parking lot, and Sora turned the moped off. They'd argued over who was going to drive and Sora had won by not only having a driver's license, but not shutting up about how great he handled the Gummi ship, there was no way this could be any harder. He'd proved himself by obeying traffic laws, observing speed limits, and effectively avoiding trees, various size and breed of dogs, and all other manner of obstacles.
"You okay?" Sora asked, noticing that Roxas was clinging to him rather tightly.
"Yep," Roxas replied, his muffled voice produced from where it was buried into Sora's shoulder.
"Well, we're here so you can-" Sora began.
"Shut up, Sora," Roxas commanded, scrunching handfulls of the front of Sora's jacket in his fists as he held onto him.
Sora's mouth remained shut. He clenched and unclenched his fists on the handlebars of the moped, not sure what to do. He felt the rise and fall of Roxas' chest pressed up against his back and heard his quiet breathing muffled by the fabric of his jacket. "H-hey…Roxas? Um…"
"Sorry," Roxas interrupted him, letting go of Sora slowly and climbing off the moped. "Sorry about Monday, you know?"
Sora watched Roxas take his helmet off and shake his hair back into its regular buoyant state. He grinned at Roxas almost sheepishly, and Roxas burst out laughing.
"Just LOOK at the way your hair sticks out from the helmet!" he exclaimed. Sora's hair made no sense on a regular basis, so shoving it under a helmet gave it grounds for complete rebellion, sticking wildly out of every opening available. It sure was cute, though. Roxas shook his head. He thought that word a lot lately about Sora.
Sora popped his helmet off and climbed off the moped. "Did you see where they went?" Sora asked, surveying the boardwalk ahead of them. He didn't spot Riku's sexy silver hair anywhere, or Kairi's cute little skirt (they had TOTALLY gotten new outfits for this date!). Roxas was gazing to their left, where the wooden planks from the boardwalk disappeared into the sand, which in turn disappeared into the darkness.
"Who cares?" Roxas replied, grabbing Sora's hand and pulling him towards the end of the boardwalk.
"Wah-!" Sora exclaimed, allowing himself to be led into the sand. He thought they were stalking Kairi and Riku…? Roxas was pulling him slowly towards the beach, though, where the artificial light was dimmed and the moonlight lit the sand.
Roxas had NO idea what he was doing. Note that, no EFFING idea. He'd started to feel these weird urges once in a while. Where he suddenly had an idea, and then wanted really badly to act on it. So far, he just had acted on every single sudden idea he'd had. Impulses, he vaguely remembered them being called. Problem was, he didn't know why he got impulses and he didn't understand why they were the ideas that they were. For instance, why had he dragged Sora out onto the beach like this?
Why was he still holding his hand? But, Sora didn't let go either. In fact, Sora squeezed his hand and swung it a bit between them.
"I love the beach at night!" Sora said, hopping a little out of the way of the waves. It was quiet and there was absolutely no one. There were more stars further away from the dock, and you could hear the waves as the chatter of people died down.
"We're not actually on a date, right?" Roxas asked, letting go of Sora's hand. Sora's arms automatically went up behind his head, denoting that he was comfortable.
"Its not exactly the way dates are supposed to go. I mean, how dumb is it start a date without warning in the middle of the night with someone random?" Sora explained.
"It was YOUR idea," Roxas reminded him. If Sora wanted to call his own idea dumb, guess he had license too. "And last time I checked, I wasn't someone random."
"Oh, yeah. I guess," Sora said with a laugh. "It'd probably be your first date anyway, huh?"
Roxas shuffled his feet along the sand, looking up at the stars. "Yeah, it would."
"Well, then. It won't be a date. I'd want you to have a real, proper first date," Sora decided. Roxas looked at him sideways but Sora was looking out at the ocean. Sora wasn't exactly sure why, but Roxas absolutely deserved to have a fantastic first date. Sora would just kill whoever it was if they screwed it up. In fact, he wasn't so sure how much he trusted anyone to do it right.
"Roxas? Could I have it?" Sora asked, almost politely.
Roxas lifted an eyebrow at him. "Have what?" he asked. His jacket? Was Sora cold or something? He did have his own jacket on.
"Your first date, the real one. Could you save it for me?" Sora asked, quietly. He only sort of started to realize that it was a huge thing to ask Roxas to reserve just for him. Roxas was quiet for a little while and Sora started to think it was really stupid of him to ask. Roxas would probably rather have his first date with someone he was more comfortable with, like Namine or even Axel.
"Sorry, it was kind of selfish of me to-" Sora started to apologize, but Roxas cut him off.
"Yeah," he said. Sora's face fell a little. Roxas was agreeing with him. "You can have it. But you'd better save yours for me."
"What makes you think I've haven't gone on TONS of dates?" Sora protested, secretly thrilled that Roxas had said yes.
Roxas raised an eyebrow at him.
"FINE," Sora replied. He really hadn't. Roxas saw right through him. "Promise?" Sora asked, holding out his pinky to Roxas.
Roxas stared at it, wondering what the gesture was for. He batted Sora's hand away playfully. "Promise."
Riku pulled up to Kairi's house. "Stop," he said, as she reached for the door handle. He got out of the car and went around to open her door for her.
"So gentlemanly, right?" Riku winked at her as she climbed out of his car. He pushed the door shut with his hip.
Okay, Riku, you debonair. You've read this plot by accident in your Mom's cheesy romance novels. He offered his arm to Kairi and walked her to her doorstop. Once his shoe hit the top step the vibration went straight to his stomach and turned into a twinge.
"Well, Riku. I have to hand it to you. I think you'll be able to keep up your reputation if you do this good on your other dates." Kairi told him. It had been really fun, sort of like how they always hung out only with little extras, like not having to pay and hand holding.
"Really? Well, I had the best dictator, er, teacher," Riku joked, reaching out and tucking a little of Kairi's hair behind her ear.
Kairi laughed lightly. "Just remember, manners, politeness, don't let your hands wander too much, you'll continue to be the most sought after guy in the whole school." For a second, Riku thought he heard a little disappointment in her voice.
"Hey uh, is it appropriate to kiss on the first date?" Riku asked, avoiding eye contact with her. Kairi laughed. Cute, Riku. You're NEVER nervous!
"Not really," Kairi replied. "Its better to wait for a second date." She sort of looked at him. Riku wasn't thinking of…?
"O…kay. Just making sure," he replied, shrugging, still avoiding her eye contact.
Kairi let out the breath she wouldn't admit she was holding in. "Wanna come in?" she asked, unlocking her door.
"Moving a little fast there, Kairi," Riku chided her. "Its not even the second date."
Kairi whacked him one on the arm. "Don't be a pervert."
"Right, right." Riku laughed and bent down, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Night, Kairi." He turned and took all her porch steps in one stride, walking with his hands in his pockets back to his car.
Kairi smiled, her face colored with a light blush. It baffled her how Riku could be such an asshole yet so endearing at the same time. Along with how he kept his hair so nice, guess it would just remain forever unexplained.