It was around 6. I found myself alone in the house; the rest of the family (Mom, Dad, Kairi, and Roxas) had gone out to dinner. Under normal circumstances, I would've gone with them. However, my stomach felt queasy over going out into public what with everything that was going on.

My stomach also growled hungrily. Sure, even though I told them I wasn't hungry, that I'd rather stay home and do my homework and eat on my own time, didn't mean I wasn't starving. Part of me wanted to go make some instant ramen, but my body was debating it. My mouth was sore from frenching Riku, but it felt like I was going to die from lack of food any second.

For some reason, my feet did that revving-up circle-y thing that happens in the Looney Tunes. Once I finally moved, I was speeding around the kitchen, setting up a 4-course feast.

…Or a plain turkey sandwich.

That thing was gone in less than a minute. It almost literally melted in my mouth because of the amount of saliva. It didn't really do anything to satisfy my hunger, but meh…'twas a start.

I went into the living room and turned on Guitar Hero III. Starting up my band, Lollipop Extravaganza (and I didn't realize I was gay because of this?), I was determined to beat Knights of Cydonia on Expert. As I was about to start, I heard a knock on the door. Pausing the game, swearing under my breath, and putting the plastic Les Paul down, I walked casually to the door.

My hand reached the knob, and I flung the door open. "I already said I don't want a subscription to Vogue!"

Samcyxk's shocked expression made me come to my senses. I brought my arm down and stared at him. "…What do you want?"

His arms were behind his back, and he looked at the ground. Turning up to my eye level, I could easily pick out the sorrow in his eyes. Kinda like how I picked out boogers in 3rd grade. "Sora…I wanted to come over to tell you how sorry I am, from the bottom of my heart."

I furled my brow. "Riku may not know what you did, but I do. And I don't want you to try and wriggle your way back into my good graces like the worm you are!"

"But-!" I slammed the door shut before he could protest. It was only afterward that I realized how cold I'd been; but it was how I felt. How could I let someone who had nearly molested me back into my life?

"Ding-dong!" I cringed as the doorbell rang. If Samcyxk thought I was stupid enough to believe it wasn't him, he had another thing coming. "Ding-dong!" Smiling, I leaned up against the wall.

"Ding-dong!"

"I'll keep doing this until you let me in!" "Ding-dong!" I raised an eyebrow.

"Ding-dong!" "I can keep this up all night!"

"Yeah, right!" I retorted through a series of doorbell rings. "Isn't your mommy gonna wonder where you are?"

"Too drunk!" "Ding-dong!"

"Your dad?" "Ding-dong!"

"Stoned out of his freakin' mind!" "Ding-dong!"

At this point, I conceded to the fact that he really could keep it up all night. Sighing, I went "Ding-dong!" to the door, and rested my "Ding-dong!" hand on the knob, and "Ding-dong!" opened the door.

Samcyxk's face hadn't changed at all. "Why should I let you in?"

"When you punched Selven…" He let out a small breath and looked away. His eyes closed. "I lost it." Head whipping back around, Samcyxk eyes pleaded with mine. "When you see the one you love the most in the entire world get hurt, you don't just let it go! I…I don't know! I whited out when I saw you in the hallway! When I came to, well…" I didn't need him reminding me of that little taste of madness I'd had.

"I did everything I could to clean up the wounds," he said. "You were bleeding all over the place. Thankfully, duct tape helps staunch bleeding."

"Staunch?" I asked. "I was bleeding like a gutted pig in the bathtub."

"Oh, wow. Way to go on opening your wounds back up." He gave me a sarcastic thumbs-up. "That's so like you."

"By the way, I'm still not convinced."

"Look, I admitted I overreacted!...Anyway, They took Selven to the hospital and got her patched up in a few hours. She's just fine, but back then I thought…I thought you'd really hurt her." He clenched his teeth, then took another swipe. "What if I had sent Riku flying across the room? What would you do?"

I prepared to answer, but fell silent. "I…" At that moment, I knew I could no longer be mad at Samcyxk for taking the action he had. "I'd beat the shit out of you…" I couldn't be sad for long, though. Putting on a grin, I said, "Come on in."

A little blush found its way onto the boy's cheeks as he smiled. "Thanks." He stepped in. Of course, I'd noticed long ago he was wearing a black coat. Unzipping it, he asked, "Where do I hang this up." I pointed my thumb at a closet, then immediately dropped it to my side, as with my jaw.

Samcyxk had taken his coat off to the reveal the sexiest muscle shirt I had ever seen. It was dark blue, but almost didn't cover up anything. The thing was form-fitting, and left nothing to one's imagination. Damn, this was practically seeing him half-naked.

After putting his coat away, he said, "Oh, yeah. I talked about this with Gallagher." My ears perked up.

"And…?"

"He let you off of detention!" Samcyxk told me happily. "You can play tomorrow!"

Riku had been right. Something had come along, and it was just what I'd been looking for.

"Oh! Is that Guitar Hero?!" Samcyxk bounded over to the guitar, and quickly let the strap fall against his shoulder.

"Yeah…" I replied, going over into the living room. "But I doubt you can beat this song."

"Really?" He unpaused, and I wasn't impressed until he got to the vocal entrance without missing a note. That would continue up until the solo, where he got the brunt of his missed notes. At the end of the song, he'd hit 98 percent. My mouth was wide open.

"H…How did you do that?!"

"Easy," he replied, looking my way. "I practice."

Later on (only about 45 minutes, actually) we were up in my room. Well, it was technically my room, but I shared it with a few crows that came and went, and my own dirty thoughts. Samcyxk and I sat on my bed.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Wow. I would never have expected you to be so good at Guitar Hero."

"Not many people do. Whenever I play Rock Band with people, they want me as the lead singer; almost everyone isn't that good at guitar, but they have voices." He sighed. "So I practice on my own non-party, non-going wild time. That, and I hear the school's gonna be having a Guitar Hero tournament later on in the year."

"Really?" I didn't consider myself good, but I could do a tournament. Especially if I didn't have to pay to enter.

In fact, I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't notice Samcyxk scooting closer to me, and I didn't see him reach his arms out. All I knew right then was:

Tournament coming this y-HOLD ON!

Samcyxk shoved me down into the sheets, holding my wrists and pinning me helplessly. He threw his head forward, and he…kissed me? I mean, EEEWWWW, GROSS! SAMCYXK GERMS!!

My eyes crossed as they stared at him, and I could feel his tongue wrestling my own. God, it felt good.

After a minute, he finally ended the kiss…not that I wanted it to end by that point, but still…His eyes sparkled. "All I wanted was one little kiss before Riku got you all to himself."

That made me smile; I knew I had a good friend in Samcyxk. Sure, a bit lusty and bi, but he was as loyal as they came.

Except when you hit his girlfriend. I guess.

"Well, I should probably get going," he said. He got up, letting me go, and stretched. Attention, toilet paper: come to me now. I need you to wipe up this blood squirting from my nose.

We went downstairs, he got his coat and put it back on. I opened the door for him, and he left.

"Oh. Right. One more thing." He looked back at me. "At the game tomorrow, at the 7th inning stretch; the band and I are gonna play a few numbers." He smirked. "Make sure you get Riku to dance with you. We've picked out some songs that are just perfect for you guys." I blushed crimson as he hopped down the road.

I couldn't help but shake my head. That guy was crazy. But he was a good guy.

Now all there was left to do was wait until tomorrow, when the teachers would finally get what was too long overdue.