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Storm
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My eyes snap open and I'm greeted by the sight of my mother's worried-looking face. What a wonderful way to start the morning.
"Riku, dear, it's getting late! Hurry up before you're late!"
Damn. Normally I wake up completely on my own, with plenty of time to get rid of my typical morning happiness. And on such an important day too...
I glance at the fancy silver analog watch on my arm and notice that I have 15 minutes before I have to be at school. I grimace. How am I supposed to shower, get dressed, apply my skin care products and cologne, get my hair ready, and drive to school in 15 minutes?
I shrug before dashing into the shower, humming an annoyingly cheerful tune. Gotta stop that, I think to myself before realizing that Sora will probably be more attracted(1) to someone who is cheerful rather than sarcastic and unhappy.
That makes a sincere-looking smile spread across my face instantly. After showering for 7.5 minutes, I turn the hot water off and step onto my white, fluffy bathmat(2). I towel off and step in front of the mirror to begin what I call my "Morning Sexiness Routine."
It involves over 10 different skin and scent products, all of which are all-natural and made by Americans in some picturesque small town, if you would believe the descriptions on the packages(and Whole Foods.) These are what gives me my silky smooth skin and perfect complexion.
Two and a half minutes later, I step out of the bathroom, dress, and am in my car within a minute and a half.
I thank whatever divinities live wherever(3) that I don't have classes today because of "Vice Presidential Duties," otherwise known as showing Sora around.
I walk inside and spot a brown-haired, spiky-headed boy standing down the hallway, looking at all the posters on the wall. A pair of dark blue jeans and a floral button-down shirt mark him as different from most of my esteemed(4) classmates; his pants don't hang off of his hips(5) and he's not wearing something by Hollister. He's thin but not waifish, and there are muscles visible through his shirt.
Two thoughts blur together in my mind:
That's him.
And
Sexy.
How do I know it's him, and not just someone who's late for class? Well, firstly, I've never seen him before, he's not dressed according other's perceptions of 'cool,' and he looks confused and lost – but not intimidated. Besides, he just feels different(5).
The latter is good – if I'm attracted my overtures will be that much more believable. I take a closer look and notice the innocent look on his face(6) and realize that he's not just attractive, he's damn molestable.
Smiling to myself, I walk very silently up behind him and pause for a moment. He notices something interesting on the board and cocks his head slightly, his brown spikes waving almost like a grove of trees in a breeze. I lean forwards, simultaneously bend, placing my lips right next to his ear, and breathe out and whisper 'Hey.' I see the hairs around his ear flutter slightly and the muscles in his neck tense up as he freezes.
Then he spins around and gives me a bright smile.
What?
Internally I frown; he's supposed to be frozen putty in my hands.
"You're Riku, aren't you? Alicia's told me ALL about you!"
"Uh...yeah," I say, trying to regain my composure.
"She says you're nice and funny and sweet and-" I stop listening to his babbling for a moment. Already this isn't going my way! I'm going to have to figure out how to manipulate him.
I breathe in and out, focusing only on my breath. Then it hits me; so what if this isn't going my way? It's even more of a challenge now. I have a bright, happy ball of fun in my hands, and it'll be so sweet to see him turn into a pile of depressed mush. A genuinely happy smile springs onto my face as I wait for him to finish talking.
"-so she said you were going to show me around the school, it being my first day and all?"
Giving him a dazzling grin, I oh-so-innocently grab his hand and pull him, paying close attention to his bright red blush.
"Yeah, lets go!"
He stops.
"Hey Riku, do you normally hold the hands of people you've never seen before in your life?"
I don't miss a beat.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I say as I let go of his hand, "At my school we're just all really close and it's just something I'm used to." All a total lie, of course, I wouldn't touch anyone in my school if I could help it.
"I-it's fine," he replies, stuttering.
Then he looks up at me shyly and asks hopefully, "Could you show me the art room?"
I smile, but not because I'm eager to show him anything, but because I've found a very useful piece of information; I've discovered one of his passions(8).
Passions are often the key to a person's soul, because if you know what they love to do, you can control them using it. An intimate knowledge of someone's passion is often the same as intimate knowledge of the person themselves; know them, and they are putty in your hands.
"Sure, lets go."
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1. Attracted here means both as a friend and possibly more – whichever works.
2. Note that this says nothing about my personality.
3. Don't believe in them.
4. Not really
5. To any of you who are thinking that this is love at first sight, please remember who I am – that simply doesn't happen to me.
6. Too bad, really. He's very pleasing to the eye.
7. I can see his face as he's turned perpendicular to me, but hasn't noticed me yet.
8. For those of you who are a bit slow, how do I know art is one of his passions? Well, firstly, because his personality seems the artistic type and out of a choice of any of 58 rooms in the entire school, he chose art first and specifically.
