Chapter 7

Rain pitter-pattered on the window from outside. The albino boy's reflection was dreary and unsetteling compared to the rest of the room that was scattered with stuffed animals. He starred out the window into the gloomy world that was barely visible from the large amount of rain that evening. When the phone rang, Ryou sprung to his feet faster than a cat to the sound of a treat bag.

But, being the bit of a klutz that he his, tripped on the chair and face planted on the carpet.

"And my mom says that these stuffed animals are a waste of space!" Ryou said aloud, removing the stuffed animal from under him that his face had landed on.

The phone continued to ring. Ryou, excited as he was, got up slowly trying not to trip on anything else. Thinking he was okay, Ryou ran towards the phone on the desk, but as he reached for the phone as he came to a stop, he realized he stopped a little too late, and ran groin-first into the edge of the desk.

"Owww..." Ryou moaned as he fell to the floor.

The phone rang one last time before Ryou heard his mom pick it up downstairs.

"Sure, let me see if he's available." The boy's mom muttered from the floor below.

Her steps echoed up the stairs, but Ryou remained in pain on the floor. The door opened and the mother poked her head in the door.

"Are you okay, Sweetie?" She said. "I heard something bang up here."

"No, I'm fine mom. Why didn't you let me get the phone?" Ryou staggered to his feet.

"Well, I wasn't sure if you were taking your usual nap, so I just answered it." She smiled sweetly and handed him the phone.

Ryou grabbed the telephone and looked at the small screen. It was Marik. Almost excited as before- mainly because he couldn't feel his testicles; not that he could normally feel them- he spoke into the reciever-

"Hello?"

"Heeey," spoke the familier voice. "seriously? A nap?" Marik snickered on the other end.

"Oh, shut up!" Ryou groaned.

"What's wrong? You okay, man?" Marik was still laughing slightly.

"I just got sacked by a desk."

"Ouch. That's going to hurt in the morning..."

"Morning! It hurts now!"

"Chill, man! I was just wondering if you wanted to go see a movie tomorrow after school." Marik twittled with the phone cord.

"Sure. But tomorrow's not a school day. It's Saturday."

"Oh, that's right! I slept all through yesturday!"

Ryou sighed; Marik missed a lot of school because he never woke up anytime before 10:00am. "Why are you asking me to go? What happened to Bakura?" Ryou asked, already aware that he was simply a back-up plan.

"He's all hung up on Duke. No point going after a man that's taken on the inside."

Ryou wasn't sure if this movie was a date thing or a friend thing; and he definitly wasn't sure how he was going to find out now. "So, is one o'clock okay with you?"

When there was no reply on the other end, Ryou asked again, unsure if Marik had heard him. There was no response, just snoring on the other end. Marik had falled asleep again.

Bakura through a vase at the wall. The peices shattered and Joey flinched at the sound of the breaking glass. Joey sat on the couch. He had learned to keep a distance from Bakura when the psycho-path was upset.

"I don't get it." Joey layed out on the couch while Bakura picked up and threw everything in site. "First you wanted Seto, which at least I could see you doing, and then after you break up with him, you brush over Marik like he doesn't even exist when you know perfectly well that he likes you. Not to mention that you two make a very cute couple. And THEN, you want Duke when he's already with someone else and is totaly not your type at all. Do you have no self-controle?"

Joey starred absurdely at Bakura who had thrown everything in the living room, and was now trying to pick up the refridgerator. "On second thought, don't answer that."

After ten minutes of Bakura yelling at the toaster and throwing out his back trying to tear the faucet from the sink, Bakura settled down on the couch once Joey helped his idiotic, injured friend over to the living room. Joey plunked himself down on the chair.

"No offense or anything Bakura, but you're a bit of a hoe." Joey mumbled, not realizing what he had just said aloud.

Bakura glarred at him. "And why, do I dare ask, would you say that." The venom in Bakura's voice was more clear as he spoke the last two words.

"You are always after boys who are already taken and then complain about the fact that they don't want you." Joey looked a little scared as he spoke the words.

"So you're saying I should be less bitchy."

Joey nodded.

"And that I should go after someone who doesn't have a boyfriend already."

Joey nodded.

Bakura paused for a moment and then said, "Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow?"

Joey face-palmed himself. "My God, I was right. You ARE desperate!"

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