The Perfections Of Imperfections

Chapter 10

"I am SO bored!" Sora sighed/whined/shouted as he spun around in his office chair behind the shop counter, "This has to be the most bored I have ever been…"

The frustrated brunette looked to his blonde colleague for some sort of offered attention but the other teen's nose was firmly planted in a book.

Sora rolled his eyes at Roxas and gave himself another spin. The teen had been so excited when Roxas had offered him a job at his uncle's electronics store where he would be working after he quit his summer job. The idea of some extra money was a pro but the best part had to have been working with Roxas for full shifts now and again.

Swinging his feet up onto the empty, customer-less counter Sora slumped into himself and watched Roxas read from the corner of his eye.

It had been over a month since their drunken fumble. And Sora was still swooning: the teen had put it down to the alcohol dulling his senses as to why his heart and head hadn't combusted the instant Roxas kissed him.

But thinking of those glorious, short minutes still misted by a haze of alcohol Sora couldn't help but feel depressed: both boys had sat here for weeks now, pretending nothing had happened and it made Sora sore inside. That was all he would admit to; being sore inside, not broken. It also made him just a little annoyed with Roxas.

The brunette gave himself another spin: hoping the distorted, quick world would give him a new point of view on the entire situation or just make him dizzy enough he couldn't think straight enough to replay that night in his mind for a while.

He wasn't even sure what had happened, or what didn't happen. He was sure they had kissed: his bottom lip was slightly bigger in the morning from where Roxas had bitten it. Sora took a long slow breath to calm his racing heart, making Roxas briefly look up, Sora gave him a small smile and Roxas went back to reading. Scowling, Sora got back to his thoughts. He had woken up in Roxas' house, sometime before nine, feeling groggy and heavy with happiness (he decided he would assume he was happy, not drunk still). Sora wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep and how he managed to half-way between the bed and floor while Roxas was caught up in a swirl of sheets on the centre of the floor, his face buried in pillows and passed out.

The brunette, feeling slightly anxious as to how Roxas was breathing gave the blonde a small nudge while hissing his name, he let out a breath of relief when the sleeping teen groaned and shifted so he was facing the opposite direction of Sora. Sora watched him for quiet moment, the room was warm from sleep, and feeling just a tad mischievous, he peered over the blonde's shoulder to watch his sleeping expression for a moment. And he liked it. Very much.

To see Roxas completely relaxed, no frown and with mouth slightly agape, his hair flicking more rebelliously than usual did wonders for Sora. He felt cured of any post-drunkenness immediately. He really suits sleep, Sora thought as he admired the blonde's fresh looking skin and the warm colour dusting his cheeks.

Sora then, sheepishly said goodbye to Roxas to which the blonde grumbled in return, and left.

A moment passed where Sora let his stare go blank as well as his mind. But then, his gaze drifted to Roxas only to catch the blonde looking at him and avert his gaze back to his red book.

Sora felt his heart thump loudly and happily so much so that it tickled his lips into a smile, "What you reading, Roxas?"

"Book." Roxas replied without looking up.

"Hm." Sora hummed letting his gaze stay on Roxas.

Both Roxas and himself were adorned in aqua blue shirts and black trousers as their uniforms but Sora thought it looked better on his blonde colleague.

"You know…" Sora trailed, a toothy grin showing itself and a teasing tone surfacing as he glanced to Roxas, "I think I will read something for a while too…"

Hearing the brunette's tone, Roxas looked up to investigate and on seeing Sora pulling a large book from a drawer he immediately groaned and slapped his free hand on his face in aggravation.

"Sora! Stop looking at that thing." He whined, his voice muffled by his hand.

"Aw come on, it's funny!" Sora chuckled as he flicked though the book.

"It's stupid." Roxas mumbled, watching Sora in exasperation as the brunette continued flicking through the book for a specific page.

"You can't call the yearbook stupid!" Sora called back, faking shock, "You just hate it because of that picture of you, anyway."

"Yes, that is exactly why I hate it, now put it away."

"You don't looked that bad." Sora said as he squinted at the offending picture of Roxas, at the after party and quite drunk.

"Just put it away." Roxas warned.

"Plus, there are worse pictures in the book." Sora shrugged, still examining the photo.

"Put the book away, Sora." The blonde's tone lowered.

"I didn't realise you were so vain, Roxas." Sora pondered out loud, his bored gaze still on the photo of Roxas.

"Sora-" Roxas muttered through gritted teeth.

"I didn't think you'd care about a picture." Sora continued, "I mean, my picture isn't very-"

Suddenly the book had been yanked from the brunette's grip and Sora found Roxas towering in front of him with a scowl on his face, book in hand. Sora felt his heart jumped joyfully up into his throat as he matched Roxas' irritated wide blue gaze.

"Give me my book back, Roxas." Sora heard himself say grin playfully as the attention from Roxas' eyes gave him goosebumps.

"No." Roxas answered bluntly as he gave Sora a somewhat half-assed glare. His answer and half glare annoyed the brunette.

"Roxas." Sora whined, "Come on, I won't look at the picture anymore."

Roxas gave Sora a long hard look and then letting his frown drop he sighed, "Fine. Here." Then handed the book back to Sora.

But as the blonde turned, a low restrained chuckle sounded and upon whipping around Sora was found book open at the horrifying page and suddenly in fits of laughter.

"SORA!" Roxas growled, snapping the book from Sora's lap as the brunette continued laughing.

"It's funny! What did you think I was going to look at?" Sora chuckled in between peals of laughter.

"You're so annoying." Roxas muttered as he turned to his chair, once again.

"Give me my book back, Roxas." Sora said as his laughter died down.

"No." Roxas snapped as he dropped the book into a drawer, slammed it shut and locked it, shoving the key into his back pocket.

"Roxas!" Sora exclaimed, "That's mine!"

Roxas returned to his own chair and calmly opened his book, ignoring the brunette's complaints.

But within a moment, Sora had jumped from his own chair and had snatched Roxas' book from his grasp in one quick swipe.

Hopping over the counter, Sora grinned at his pissed friend from over the divider as he wiggled the book up in the air in triumph.

"Give it, Sora." Roxas growled, holding his hand out.

"Make me." Sora countered, all smiles.

"You're so annoying." Roxas repeated, this time more exasperated.

"Boohoo." Sora sang, laughing.

"Excuse me? Could you serve me please?" Both boys swung their gaze to the customer who sheepishly stood a foot away. Looking around, Sora noticed the shop to have a few customers to have come in the shop. He looked at the man waiting to be served in slight shock as Roxas mumbled apologises to him and served him at the till: Sora thought the shop was empty and by the way Roxas and he shared a look of disbelief, neither had the blonde. Sora thought Roxas and he were the only people in the shop.

And again, Sora felt that shameful vulnerability and exposure to the world and he hoped to God Roxas wasn't feeling it too. It was horrible.

Both boys got back to work, Sora with Roxas' book safely in his pocket, and soon the shop was clear again.

"That was weird." Sora pondered as he sat back down behind the counter with Roxas.

"Yeah, I didn't even notice anyone come in." Roxas agreed.

Looking down in front of his chair Sora clocked onto his yearbook, sitting waiting for him and a smile stretched his lips as he felt as heart skip a beat. He looked over to Roxas and found the blonde staring into space. The brunette stood up and walked over to Roxas, sheepishly handing the blonde's book back to its owner. Roxas peered up to Sora for a moment and then a small smile chased across his lips as he took the book making Sora grin goofily in return and feel his cheeks prickle in embarrassment as he shuffled back to his chair.

Sora didn't feel like looking at his yearbook anymore. Not when Roxas was sitting across from him, still with a little smile. Feeling his fingertips tingle nervously and the bridge of his nose burn slightly, Sora took a deep breath and decided to try something.

"Roxas?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you noticed…" Sora tried to steady his voice as he watched Roxas carefully, "we are much nicer to each other when we're drunk?"

A long pause issued or maybe it was just long to Sora, he kept his gaze locked onto Roxas, watching and studying his face for any sign of emotion or memory. But there was nothing, the blonde showed nothing and if the brunette was being truthful, it killed him.

"Yeah, actually we are." Roxas finally said, not lifting his gaze from his book, a little amused, less than interested.

Sora watched him for another long moment in which he internally begged Roxas would say something else.

And the brunette waited and waited for the rest of their shift together for something more like waiting for spring in a snowstorm and felt sore inside when nothing else did come.

I know nothing much really happened here… but it was needed … I think _

This story is gna have 15 chptrs MAX!

And im gna fire em out like nothing else . :D

Next chapter… I have plans :]

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