Hallo! Hallo! Hallo! Lol my friend says hello in the weirdest ways. Sometimes, she would say it like Jim Carey did when he starred in the Series of Unfortunate Events as Count Olaf right behind me, and I'd jump and freak out like the paranoid freak I am and not talk to her for days. Plus, I have every right to! I don't talk to weirdos! :O
... And look who's talking, right? xD
Alright! Story time! :D
.Twilight's Sun.: What Happened In Between
Drunk As Funk!
Naminé:
I woke up in the middle of the night.
My IPod's dead. Great.
Kai, Xion, or 'Lette aren't here yet. Wow.
And I'm still in my uniform. Ew!
I stumbled half awake into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My makeup was smeared all over my face, and my hair was suffering from major bedhead. I might as well join the circus from there on out and receive a minimal to no pay, but I took a nice, warm shower instead. Once I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror again.
I blew a contented sigh at how squeaky clean I felt. Much better.
"HOLD IT! What does any of this have to do with what happened?" Hiro demanded. "And why are you also telling it from some other guy's perspective?"
I hit him in the head with a rolled up packet of paper as I yelled, "BAKA! This has everything to do with what happened! Plus, the other guy's name is Roxas, and he has as much to do with this story as I do, so shut that God-forsaken hole in your mouth!"
The nurse giggled, watching the detective's face turn red in anger. "You really need to be patient with her. I've heard she can get pretty stubborn."
"Where do you keep getting this stuff, Nurse Joy? Oh, and is it okay if I call you that?"
"Eheh," she smiled slightly as she sweat-dropped. "Sure..."
"Whatever," Hiro mumbled, sinking back into his rolling chair. "Get on with this nonsense."
"Again, with the rude attitude," I teased, settling for another spicy, sticky rice ball. OH MY GOD, HOW DO THEY MAKE THESE? "Okay, so where was I? Joining circus, shower, squeaky clean— Ah! Alright, now..."
I walked out into my room, entering my closet. I put on a white T-shirt that had two muffins in the front on my chest, saying, "You Like My Muffins?" (haha) at the bottom and navy blue short-shorts. As I brushed my hair, I was thinking about all of the things that I could have been doing at two in the morning.
Nothing, apparently.
I was half awake and bored. In the midst of perfecting my hair in front of a vanity I set up for all four of us, my eyes fluttered closed and I started to doze off.
Aw fuck, so sleepy... Need bodily sustenance...
Suddenly, I was jolted awake by three loud knocks on my door.
Who the hell would come so early!
I grumbled inaudibly, deciding on whether or not I should open the door. Then, the knocking became louder and more persistent.
"I'm coming! Shit!"
I heard snickering and a thud as the person mumbled a very loud, "Whoa!"
Who ever it was better have a good explanation as to why they would come here, possibly smashed, at this hour or, I'm kicking some fucking ass in two in the morning!
I wrenched the door open, expecting to see Axel or Xion (knowing how they get when under the influence) and ready to give a very colorfully-worded lecture, but as I was about to say something, my mouth was left hanging slightly as my eyebrows receded into my hairline at the pitiful mess that was tangled up in his own giggling and rambles.
What the hell are you doing here?
Roxas:
Why did I come here again? I don't remember, but who gives, anyway?
Terra just had to throw a freaking awesome party. Ven said I should come, so I wouldn't hurt Terra's feelings.
Fuck Terra; he has no feelings. I was forced against my own will to come here.
What. The. Fuck. This place is disgusting. Everyone's wasted. Except for me. Everyone's getting laid. Except for me.
I was trying to find a way out, but every door I go through is just another room with a couple having sex. Okay, two doors left...
Which one? WHICH ONE?
I hastily open the door on the left. I think... I think I died a little on the inside.
Ven? AQUA? Oh, God, sick!
"I gotta find a way out of this hell hole!" I yelled in sheer panic. No one thought I was insane 'cause they were too fucking wasted to even pay attention to me.
I opened the door on the right. I felt waves of joy overwhelm me when I saw the hallway that left this nightmare. Just before I could even walk out the door, someone grabbed the collar of my polo, pulling me back in.
"Hey! Roxy! Wazzup!" I turned around to see a really hammered Axel holding, I guess, his third can of Four Loko.
"Dude, you're fucked up."
"Dude! *hiccup* You're fucked up! You stole my car!"
Um... What?
It's so hard not to laugh at a fucked up Axel.
"What are you talking about?" I chuckled out, slightly nervous. I actually did know what he was talking about. Axel wasn't always so oblivious to everything like he seemed. He can smell suspicious, like a shark can blood, from a mile away.
"That Bugatti," he slurred. "You didn't steal it like you said you did."
"Okay, you're point?"
"You lied to me," Axel heated up, his voice gaining volume. "You're a fucking, good-for-nothing, sad excuse for a piece of shit! I know exactly where you got it from!"
"Okay, um, leaving now." I started for the door again. Thing's were getting too complex...
"WHO ARE YOU?" Axel demanded.
"I told you already. I'm Roxas Hikari."
"You're lying."
We both knew he was right.
"Whatever. You're too drunk to comprehend shit, anyway." I said, irritated at his persistence.
Then, his mood changed randomly, his glare simmered into sly stare and his clenched jaw relaxed into a cocky smirk.
"True, true. Tell you what, how 'bout we make a bet?" Even if he was smashed, his words caught my interest.
"What kind of bet?" Instead of answering, his hand snatched my wrist, dragging me back into the insanity of the party. After passing the blur of people, I was sat down at a table in what I presumed was the kitchen. There were bottles among bottles of hard liquors and two shot glasses placed neatly on the table.
Oh HELL no!
As I got up, Axel's hand brought me right back down. "Whoa, whoa, slow down, tiger! It's only a little drinking comp'! Or... Are you too much of a pussy to take on a challenge?"
Feeling the heat in my face, I turned my head to meet the eyes of curious bystanders crowding the opening of the kitchen, seeing if I would pass or pass the bottle.
Damn peer pressure!
"We all know what happened the last time you tried to drink me out, bro," I answered snidely. "Sit your ass down!"
"Okay, if you lose, you get laid with the next bitch that offers a dance—," There were a bunch of girls in the crowd squealing, probably anticipating my losing. "—and if you win, I'll forgive you for anything you do, no matter how extreme it is, and I'll even let you get away with anything. Deal?"
"Deal. Let's do this."
The bystanders cheered with a bit of enthusiasm as we poured our drinks into the glasses, downing the first. Then, all hell broke loose. Two glasses, three glasses, four, five, TEN; we drank it all. From Vodkas to Whiskeys to Gin and Tequilas. I had no doubt, in any bone in my body, that I was completely smashed, or that I would win. The audience was growing in number; I even saw Sora and Riku with their girls cheering me on from the sidelines.
Axel was getting a bit unbalanced, swaying from side to side as he tried so desperately to hold down the alcohol. Since I still had a little bit more left in me, I tossed the cup carelessly and grabbed a half full bottle of cranberry Vodka, putting it to my lips, the crowd getting louder with every chug.
Axel started to laugh so hard. "Yo-Yo-You won, bu—!" Before he could even finish, he blacked out, making me cackle as his head hit the table loudly.
I set the nearly empty bottle back in its place, giving the out-cold Axel a crude smile and giggling like mad. I don't remember why I was here in the first place, but I decided to have my humor get the best of me. There were people cheering for me and congratulating me, patting me on the back, kisses on the cheek, ruffling my hair, and all that gooooood stuff.
Everything felt goooooooooooooooood.
I eased into it, as well as easing into some more drinks. I stumbled through the condensed crowd of grinding bodies, my mind in a haze, dancing with a few girls along the way. I spilled my cup of straight up Vodka on this girl, who proceeded to rip her top off, making a show of herself for everyone. Pretty sweet.
I felt so tired~! I didn't know what time it was or how long I was at this kick-ass party! I managed to get into the hallway with some girl stuck to my lips. Heheh.
I took a good look at her. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A bangin' bod.
Wha—? N-Naminé?
"Who the hell is that?" she giggled. I felt my lips curve into a pout as she said that. I thought I didn't say what I said, either...
"G-Gimme a m-minute," I slurred, tumbling away from the stranger who I was just sucking face with seconds ago. I continued to walk, reaching for the elevator with trembling hands.
I-I need some air... An to throw up. Ugh...
"Finally." I reached my room. I fumbled with the keys a little and unlocked the door and walked inside- What the fuck?
Aw sick! Again!
For some reason, I laughed uncontrollably at the familiar words.
"Hey Roxy," Vanitas yelled."Wazzap?" He's wasted, like me! Haha! "You remember Selphie, right?
"Hey Roxas." she winked at me.
I didn't feel as affected by this as I thought I would have, knowing that Vanitas, who's not even my roommate, is banging Selphie. Pretty sad, really, but I just couldn't stop giggling.
"Yeah, um school girl, you need to leave. We're kinda in the middle of something," Van said, jerking his head toward Selphie.
I just left. Without a word. Only giggles. That's the way to go!
Where am I gonna go now? I can't even sleep in my own room. What the hell! What was I going to do now?
... Oh! I know!
I walked down the stairs and started walking past a few doors.
Now what was that number again? 310...311...312... Ah! 313.
I knocked on the door really hard. No one answered. Then, I started knocking until she started yelling. What? I still remember what she did to Van. She can be scary... In her way...
Somehow, I lost my balance, landing on my ass, still giggling.
She finally opened up the door. The way she looked at me kinda turned me on. I saw that her hair was wet, so she showered. Then, I saw what she was wearing. Now, why did I do that? I couldn't fight my urges, but who said I was fighting them in the first place?
Naminé:
"Uh, did you get lost or something?"
"Fuck! I'm so hor—!"
"Ack!" I squeaked from his sudden thought, blushing like crazy.
He's drunk...
"You look so hot, like this chick I met today," he chuckled, dangerously leaning to the side, threatening to fall down. "Her name's Naminé— Buawhahahahaha—!"
I threw my hardest punch at him, making him stiffen up a bit. Then, he glared at me.
"What was that for? I gave you a compliment," he slurred loudly, nearly falling over again. I put my hands on his chest to keep him up (he was pretty tall for someone as short as me), looking from side to side to see if anyone was in the halls.
Seeing no one, I sighed and guided him into my room, pushing him onto my bed.
"Stay," I commanded before heading into the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of aspirin and filling a plastic cup with tap water. When I returned to the room, I immediately turned the other way.
Um... W-Wow...
His polo had been discarded on the floor, probably long forgotten. He laid on my bed in a shirtless glory, not caring who saw or who cared. Blushing, I set the two items on my nightstand, for later use, and sat next to him.
"Now, why the hell are you banging on my door oh so early in the morning?"
Instead of answering, he sat up and leaned on me, our noses touching from the closeness. I could feel his hot breath fan my face, smelling surprisingly sweet for someone who wreaked of alcohol, and his hands traveling up my thighs.
I was deathly still from the grin he had on his face.
"I wanna make you feel beautiful, N-Nami..." He inched closer to my lips, but I grabbed one of my pillows, blocking his sexual attack as I shrieked. My face was so damn hot, I felt like I was in a sauna.
Ugh... Disgusting.
"That's it! You're taking a cold shower, you hear me?" All he did was laugh for the billionth time.
"Shhhhh! You'll wake up the neighbors, babe~!"
I saw that my attempts of containing him were pointless, so I grabbed him roughly by the arm, dragged him into the bathroom, and threw him into the shower, turning the handle on cold.
"HOLY SHIT! C-C-COLD," he screeched for a good minute before calming down under the showerhead. A while had passed and he seemed slightly sobered up, shivering in the small, tiled cubicle.
"Oh look, Roxas has returned from Shit-Faced Land! Welcome back," I sang.
His glare showed me how effective the shower was. Yep, it was a definite cure.
"B-B-Being a bitch w-won't do you any good," he chattered.
I sighed at the pitiful, shivering boy and turned the knob the other way around. He visibly relaxed under the new-found warmth.
"Well, you weren't acting exactly like a gentleman, either."
"Who cares? I thought you had a thing for me," he spoke nonchalantly, grinning.
WHAT THE FU—?
My cheeks were getting hot. Aw, not again!
"Wh-Who the hell gave you that idea? I-I never had a thing for you!"
"You sound like you do~!" he started giggling uncontrollably again, making me heat up in anger. My hand made for the handle again, but my wrist was snatched and I was pulled into the familiar warmth of the shower.
"ROXAS!" I punched him again, my hand slipping on his cheek from being coated in water droplets. He seemed unaffected by my force, giving me that stupid grin, making me scream slightly in frustration. I hopped out of the shower, feeling his eyes on me as I turned the shower off from a safe distance and threw a fluffy towel in his face.
Being irritated at the fact of getting unnecessarily wet, I also dried myself as best as I could.
I pulled him out of the shower, drying him like I were his mother. Roxas seemed incapable of doing anything himself until he snatched the towel from my hand, walking out of the bathroom.
Cold much?
I followed him into the room, sitting myself on the bed. "So, what? You've gone sober?"
"Not that much. You just don't know how to have any fun. You're killing my mood."
"Oh really?" I scoffed. "Says the dumb ass who always has a stick up his ass whenever he is sober!"
He pouted, crossing his arms. "Whatever. I don't need your opinion."
I sighed. When will he sober up already?
"It would be greatly appreciated if you tell me why you're here. Maybe then, I won't be such a prude," I mumbled.
"I was kicked out of my room, and I have nowhere to stay if that's a decent answer for ya."
"Oh... Uh well, are you sure?"
He gave me a nod.
"I guess you could stay here for the night... I've been the only one here this whole time."
"Kairi left you here, not even inviting you to come to the party? Some friend she is," he scoffed, lying down on the other single bed that was completely bare with his hands behind his head.
"She knows how I get when I'm a bottle or two under, and I'm talking about pint and sixteen-ounce bottles," I joked. "Plus, Axel was the one who invited me. I turned him down."
He quirked a brow. "Really?"
"Yeah..." The silence after that was unbearably uncomfortable. If I recall, he was still shirtless...
Stop gawking at him!
"S-So, what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know..." he said, sitting up and looking around the room until he saw my guitar. "You play?"
"Play?"
"The guitar."
"No, I just have it there for display," I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "... Of course I play!"
"Good?"
I sighed and took my guitar out of its case. It was a glossy, sky blue acoustic guitar. Roxas's eyes widened when he saw the trademark emblem from Melodious Nocturne on it.
"No way! Where'd you get it?" he asked, amazed at the rare instrument of the lead singer from the band that no longer exists.
"My brother got it for me..." I trailed off. I was actually telling the truth.
"But that looks like the exact guitar that Demyx plays-"
I started to strum the precious gift in a quick fashion, shutting him up. He listened intently as I played each note, then I moved onto the chords. My fingers nimbly glided over every fret and reached the bridge of the song, ending it.
"Wow, am I tired," I yelled before he could say anything else, looking at my phone nervously. "I think we should go to sleep. You can take my bed for now. I'll sleep on the other."
"No, I shouldn't. Sleep on your own bed, Nam—"
"You're my guest. I don't care what you have to say," I interrupted.
He looked at me, confused. Then, I could see his lips pulling into a smile.
"I'm your guest, but you don't care what I have to say? That's a contradiction."
"So? Just sleep on my bed!" I whined.
"Fine then," he muttered in defeat.
I cleared the bed from the clutter of stuff; my sketchbooks, IPod, and phone. I put away my guitar while Roxas was still staring at it. I smoothed out the wrinkled comforter, and left to make my own bed. I finally remembered something I meant to ask Roxas. Y'know, for his benefit.
"Uh... Do you know how to fight? You know, like actual hand-to-hand?"
He crinkled his nose and furrowed his brows. "What kind of question is that?"
My eyes widened slightly, annoyed.
Well...
It's not my fault I can't read your mind, you two-faced asshole! I could have known everything about you by now, but no. You just had to put up your hater walls. Pshh. You hater.
"You know what? Just forget it. Good morning," I said with a yawn.
"Huh? Oh yeah," he grumbled..
He turned off the lights, while I was in my temporary make-shift bed, and went to my bed.
Roxas:
I didn't realize how tired I was until I laid under the bed's comforter. The bed was so soft and the scent of vanilla intoxicated my senses. I took in the scent and sighed as I exhaled. It felt so good to be here. I felt so light, like all my burdens were lifted from my shoulders. The weight that always brought me down was gone. It was the first time in months that I slept peacefully.
This school had it's wonders!
I felt like I was swaying in a breeze, but I realized it was just the discomforting churns of my stomach. I sat up with in a cold sweat, instinctively scurrying into the bathroom, where I blew chunks into the bowl of the toilet. My face was flushed and sweaty from the involuntary bodily withdrawal, and my head was pounding in a major headache.
Ugh... Hangover!
I rested my cheek against the cool ceramic rim, trying desperately to recover my memory from a few hours ago. Nothing.
When I felt it was safe to stand without having another vomiting session, I stood up with a slight dizzy spell, making my eyes blur in and out of focus, as I stumbled back into the room.
The early grays of dawn leaked into the room through drawn, opaque curtains, so I was able to see. My mouth felt too dry, like I swallowed a cup of salt. I quickly spotted the glass cup of water and the medicine on the nightstand next to the bed and gratefully consumed the liquid and pills, the moisture restoring my mouth to its original state. I sighed, looking at my surroundings as I waited for the pills to kick in.
The walls were white as well as the carpet my bare feet stood upon. There was a bunk bed, yet to be made, and a pile of blankets heaped up together on the other bed.
That's when I heard a moan as the pile started to shift and sway uncontrollably. I was rooted in place when I heard the person moan again.
"No, Roxas!" A familiar voice whimpered.
The prickling sensation of shock that traveled up my spine made me realize I wasn't in my dorm room. Finally, I had built enough courage to see who was under the covers, creeping up as stealthily as I could. My trembling hands pulled at the covers, making me gasp as I saw her tossing and turning wildly.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! I'm so sorry, but it ends here for now. Sigh, I was afraid this chapter was getting too long, so~ I cut out the other part, which will be in the next chapter. I honestly had tears in my eyes when I was writing the next chapter. A combination of sad literature and piano ballads can really make a girl cry. ;-;
Enough of my sensitive side for now! I enjoyed writing this chapter, especially with our little Roxy totally gettin' looooooose xD
Alrighty, see ya next week! :D