The six friends had seats all in a row at the very edge of the balcony. Riku stood aside and let Aerith go first, moving in to sit next to her. The other four sort of stood there, and Kairi pushed Namine in next, shaking her head a little. As much as she wanted to sit next to Riku, she really shouldn't. Kairi waited for Roxas and Sora to go in ahead of her, not being dumb enough to sit in between them.
Once they were seated, Sora leaned over to Roxas. "So, what's this show about?"
Roxas shrugged. "Its called 'Rent'. It's a musical, apparently about AIDS. Whatever that is."
Sora snickered. "It's an STD," he informed Roxas. Uh oh, did Roxas need sex-ed? "A sexually transmitted disease. And you can get it from sharing drug needles."
Roxas nodded. He had a feeling that he was going to need Sora to explain a lot of the musical to him afterwards.
Even as the lights went down, and the curtain went up, Roxas was less inclined to pay attention to what was going on. He wasn't sure what he thought about the incessant singing, and he was still sort of thinking about what Sora had said earlier. A few minutes in, he felt Sora shift next to him. And again. And again. Roxas reached over with his foot and kicked Sora's. "Sit still," he whispered to him.
Sora kicked him back. He sat still for another moment before Roxas felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked over at Sora, who pointed to the lady in front of them. Roxas didn't get it until he saw she had tiny origami crane in her hair.
Roxas' mouth fell open, and he looked at Sora, who waved the program at him, a square torn out of the cover. Roxas shook his head. He couldn't believe how short Sora's attention span was.
Turning his attention back to the show, Roxas put his arm up on the armrest that was between the two. Sora almost immediately pushed it off to put his own arm there. Roxas frowned at him when he pretended like he hadn't done it, and pushed Sora's arm off. This went on for several minutes until finally Roxas trapped Sora's arm underneath his.
For whatever reason, Sora responded by covering his mouth to prevent laughter, and grabbing Roxas' hand, locking their fingers together. When Roxas tugged, Sora didn't let go. Instead, he kicked him again.
Roxas kept his eyes on the musical. One of the women on stage was singing some ridiculous song about a cow going over the moon. It was safe to say that Roxas didn't get it, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to anytime soon.
"Stop it, you two," Kairi warned, from next to Sora.
Sora just remained fixated on the stage. "I didn't do anything," he whispered back to her.
Roxas smirked and moved his foot over until it came in contact with Sora's. Very slowly, he lifted his foot an ran it slowly up Sora's leg, the pantleg of his slacks coming along with it.
Sora visibly seized up and Roxas laughed under his breath. Sora reached over and hit him, only to be hit back. They were acting so immature, but neither of them cared. They tried to suppress their fits of laughter, until crane hair woman turned around to glare at them, and Sora burst out laughing.
Roxas practically jumped from his seat, yanking Sora along with him, through the aisle, down the walkway, down the stairs and out the door into the foyer. Sora never once stopped laughing hysterically.
"What are you, five?" Roxas asked, not being able to keep the smile off his face.
Sora held his side and laughed, pointing weakly back at the theater. "Crane lady, her face…" was all he managed to say.
Roxas started to laugh a little, but seeing Sora practically doubled over made him have to cover his mouth. He, after all, was still trying to be polite.
"Oh man…oh man…I have to pee now…" Sora said, looking around for the bathroom. Seeing as how he'd never let go of Roxas' hand, he pulled Roxas towards it, too.
Once inside the bathroom, Roxas hopped up on the empty counter space and undid his tie. It was hot in there, and Sora's hand holding endeavor didn't really help him at all. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
Sora's laughter eventually died down, and he came over to where Roxas was sitting to wash his hands. He looked over at Roxas. "What'd you undo your tie for? This isn't a vacation."
Roxas swung his legs impatiently. "I don't wanna go back in there," he complained. He didn't even know what was going on.
Sora waved his hand over the paper towel machine several times, producing enough to satisfy him, and maybe just because he found the thing fascinating. He came over to stand next to Roxas, leaning against the counter, drying his hands. "Yeah, I don't want to either," he admitted, tossing the paper towel in the wastebasket.
"We could just sit around-" Roxas started to say.
"-fool around while we wait for it to be over." Sora pushed off the counter and faced Roxas. Roxas just sort of stared at him, not sure what kind of fooling around he meant. He HAD grabbed his hand on purpose back there.
"What like, stop up all the sinks and turn the water on then walk out laughing?" Roxas asked, watching Sora's hands land on his knees as he stood in front of him.
Sora laughed lightly, pushing Roxas' knees apart. "Something like that." He moved between Roxas' legs and Roxas instinctively scooted back on the counter. What did he think he was doing, exactly?
Sora put one hand on Roxas' thigh, just barely. "What are you doing, loser? Get back here so I can tie your tie again. The girls will actually kill us if we don't go back in there, and I know you didn't pay enough attention to do it yourself."
Roxas let out the breath he had been holding, hoping Sora hadn't noticed. What was his hand doing on his leg? Roxas moved forward a little, and Sora reached up to button up his shirt again.
"Sora, you really, really don't take your own advice, do you?" Roxas asked.
"Hm?" Sora asked innocently, repositioning the tie to ready it for being knotted.
Roxas took a deep breath. He didn't want to confess, exactly. But Sora had to know he was being torturous, he had to. The minute he had discovered that Roxas wasn't interested in Tidus, he went back to his old self. It was as if he'd suddenly been given permission to touch Roxas again, and he didn't seem to have a problem taking every opportunity he could get.
"This is not 2.5 feet, Sora," Roxas tried to hint, even leaning down just a little. Sora's hands stayed at Roxas' collar, poised to tie his tie, unmoving. "I listen carefully to everything you teach me," Roxas said slowly, quietly as if there were anyone in the bathroom to actually hear. He felt a nervous twinge start to act up in his stomach, and he forced himself to quash it. "And according to prevailing theory, you really set yourself up to be sending 'weird signals'." Hand holding was definitely not hitting, or shoving.
"Well…I…just with you, its…" Sora stuttered. He clutched the tie in his fists nervously. Sora stared directly at it, trying to think of what to say. He WAS sending signals. Ones that he wanted Roxas to get oh so badly. Every single touch, every time their eyes met. Sora's hands started to hurt from clenching his fists so tightly, and he slowly let go, hesitantly putting one hand on Roxas' shoulder.
Roxas swallowed thickly, running through his head everything Tidus had told him. The location wasn't really romantic, or even cool in the least bit if he thought really hard about it. But that timing thing wasn't so off, not to mention the breach of the awkward zone and heck, Sora had covered the touching part all by himself. Sora wasn't giving him answers, just staring at his chest, and what felt like tapping his thumb on Roxas' shoulder. "Sora, look at me," Roxas requested, hoping he didn't chicken out the moment Sora turned those bright blue eyes on him.
Sora obeyed almost immediately, looking up at Roxas, who was elevated quite a bit due to his position on the counter. He tilted his head just in time to prevent another accident like earlier. Sora practically went weak in the knees at Roxas' intense expression, abandoning the tie to put his other hand on Roxas' shoulder. If he didn't know any better, they really were in a position to…yeah. Sora didn't want to know any better. Nothing could actually BE any better.
"So, Sora," Roxas said, and Sora could feel his breath tickle his face. "What does it mean, then, when a person is so close to someone they're afraid to breathe, and their heart is pounding hard in their chest," Roxas phrased his question just above a whisper. Sora felt Roxas' fingers barely touch his cheek, and his eyes slid closed of their own accord. He couldn't stop himself. This was impossible, madness even. Roxas must be teasing him. Could he possibly be that cruel? Sora's mouth opened just slightly to facilitate his short breaths.
"And they can't stop thinking about how…" Roxas used his tongue to wet his lips a little, remembering to tilt his head. "…how badly I want to know if your lips are really as soft as they look…" he mumbled, forgetting what he was talking about. He paused, in case Sora was stupid enough to answer him. Roxas leaned in, intent on closing the gap between them, before the bathroom door was thrown open, banging against the opposite wall.
"Mimi, what a crack whore! What is Roger wasting his time for? Chick obviously has problems," voices suddenly filled the bathroom and Sora jumped in surprise, loosing his footing and falling backwards onto his ass.
"Woah, kid," a guy that was coming into the bathroom almost tripped over Sora.
Sora's mouth moved like a fish out of water. "S-sorry!" he said, finding his voice again. The man just chuckled as Sora scrambled to his feet. He looked at Roxas as a wave of guys strolled into the bathroom. "Sorry!" he called over the chatter, turning and darting out the door.
"Sora! Wait!" Roxas said, hopping off the counter. He weaved around the men that were in his way and burst out into the foyer. He immediately groaned. There were people EVERYWHERE. "Shit," Roxas cursed, pushing past people to get back to where they had been sitting. It was the most likely place for Sora to go back to, right?
He should apologize. It was a horrible idea! Why hadn't he listened to Tidus? In the bathroom for goodness sake! Sora probably thought he was a huge pervert. Roxas ran directly into Namine on her way out of the theater, causing them both to almost fall down the stairs.
"Woah, are you okay? Where did you go?" Namine asked, steadying herself. Roxas sure looked frantic.
"What's going on? Is it over?" Roxas asked, looking around to see the whereabouts of the rest of his friends. No one was with Namine.
"It's only intermission. What's…" but she didn't get to finish her sentence before Roxas was gone into the theater.
Roxas found Riku and Aerith sitting at their seats chatting about the show. "Have you seen Sora?" he demanded immediately, almost tripping over the chairs to get over to them.
"No, why?" Aerith asked, looking a bit concerned.
Kairi came up behind Roxas unexpectedly. "Hey guys, I just ran into Sora and he gave me his keys, saying he didn't feel good and was going to catch a cab home," she noticed Roxas there and furrowed her brow. "What happened?"
Roxas sat down in his seat, covering his face. "More like what didn't happen," he mumbled.
Riku leaned forward. "No way," he said, unbelieving.
"That's so cute," Aerith exclaimed. Roxas face was pretty red beneath his hands. Kairi sat down gently next to him, patting his shoulder comfortingly.
Roxas could care less about who died and who didn't die for the rest of the musical. This was the first time he'd ever experienced the feeling of wanting to bury yourself in a hole forever.
After dropping Kairi and Namine off, Riku followed as Aerith drove Sora's car back to Sora and Roxas' house.
"It'll be alright," she told Roxas gently, petting his hair a little like an older sister or aunt would. She handed the keys to Roxas, urging him out of the car, before climbing into Riku's car to be taken home.
Roxas locked Sora's car and went inside the house quietly. It wasn't that late, but Roxas was tired. He trudged up the stairs slowly, intent on just going into his room and collapsing on his bed. Roxas reached for his door handle and noticed Sora's keys were still in his hand. He sighed, looking down the hall. He could see that the light was on in Sora's room from the crack under his door. Roxas practically tiptoed over there, standing in front of it silently, trying to find the courage to knock.
Sora had just been lying on his bed listening to music when he saw the glare of the headlights of his car pull into the driveway. He pushed back his curtain and watched Roxas walk up to the front door and let himself in. He'd pulled the headphones out of his ears and opened his bedroom door, to hear Roxas close the front door and start up the stairs. He closed his bedroom door quickly and stood there, waiting. Sora knew he was being stupid, but he couldn't bring himself to just go out there. Sora fiddled with the hem of his pajama shirt, listening carefully. Roxas hadn't opened his bedroom door yet. "Please…" he whispered. He hoped Roxas would notice his light was on and come knock on his door. Sora was prepared to opened the door the minute he did so.
Roxas raised his fist several times to knock, but he just didn't. What was he even going to say? After a minute, he turned around and leaned his back against Sora's door. He slid down it into a seated position, and let his head fall back against the door with a quiet 'thunk'.
Sora heard Roxas' head hit the door, but it wasn't a knock. Should he open it anyway? What was he doing out there? Sora squatted down and covered his head, confused and frustrated. He was non confrontational, and not usually very open about what he wanted. The needs of other people always came first. Sora was motivational, he got other people to do things, that was the way he worked. Only when he was absolutely sure they couldn't do it themselves, he would take charge.
Sora held his breath as he heard Roxas talking to himself outside the door. "Sora…" he practically whined softly. "Is this what it feels like to go insane? I just…wish I knew what you wanted."
"You!" Sora blurted out, then covered his mouth. He heard movement behind the door and stood up quickly, panicking. His long awaited knock on the door came, and he found he was less ready for it than he thought.. Sora took a deep breath. Breathing, breathing, and opened the door.
"Hey. How was the rest of the thing?" Sora asked, cheerfully.
Roxas just sort of looked at him. "Were you just…?" he asked. He swore he'd heard Sora's voice just now.
"Hm?" Sora asked, cocking his head to the side.
Roxas shook his head. It must have been wishful thinking. "Nevermind. Here's your keys," he said, holding them out to Sora.
Sora took his keys, his hand staying a little longer than necessary. "I'm going to bed," Roxas told him, shuffling off to his room.
Sora closed his door and threw his keys on his desk moodily. He hit his head with the palm of his hand repeatedly.