A/N: Okay, I lied. This story might be a lot shorter than I intended it to be. I might even just make it into one long one-shot.

Sora, for the first time, was too distracted to pay attention to his work.

"Sora! The order!" his co-worker yelled.

"Sorry," he muttered as he quickly asked politely for the customer to repeat what they had said. The customer grumbled about bad service before saying his order again in a brusque manner. Sora relayed the message to Yuffie before greeting the next customer with a forced smile.

The little cafe was busy, unusually busier than the average slow day. Sora sighed in relief when Yuffie told him to take a break. He knew she was upset as he wasn't as helpful as he should be and he was apologetic for it, but no matter how much he tried focusing, his mind drifted off to the afternoon before.

Riku was just a stranger. Why should he even give him a moment worth of his thoughts?

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't block the gleaming aquamarine eyes and silver hair from his mind.

"Mom, I'm home!" Sora yelled as he walked into his house. He neatly placed his shoes beside the door. He barely made two full steps before someone had tumbled into the living room.

"Sora!" The brunet found his arms full of his little brother, laughing happily. Sora smiled back and held Roxas, despite how much his arms ached.

"Hey Roxas, where's Mom?" Sora asked, bouncing Roxas up and down in his arms. The blonde giggled.

"Grocery shopping. Don't worry, I asked her to get your favorite ice cream," Roxas said proudly. Sora smiled and started walking up the stairs to his room.

"Did you have a good day at school today?" he asked, as he dropped his bookbag down in his room. Roxas nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Yeah! I made lotsa new friends. Can they come over tomorrow?" Roxas asked, giving Sora his puppy-dog look. Sora gave the same look back to tease his sibling. Roxas then started whimpering and tugging on the collar of Sora's shirt. Sora couldn't help but laugh and put his brother down.

"Yeah, yeah they can come. But no messes in the kitchen alright?"

"Yay! Thank you! I love you, brother!" Roxas hugged Sora's waist and then ran to his room. Sora chuckled and decided to get a head start on his homework. Fifteen minutes in, he heard keys in the door. He quickly dropped his pen and ran down the stairs to help his mom with the groceries.

"Thank you, dear," his mom said with a weary smile.

"No problem. Why didn't you tell me to buy them today?" Sora asked as he grabbed two bags and set them in the kitchen.

"I wanted to surprise you with a nice dinner. I haven't cooked dinner for you two in a while," his mom said as she patted his shoulder. "Everything in school is okay for you?"

"Yeah, Mom. Don't worry about it," Sora said. "You want me to help with dinner?"

"No, no. Finish up on your homework. This is going to be my treat to you both so stay up in your room until I call dinner."

"Alright," Sora said as he gave his mom a peck on the cheek and ran up the stairs. Before Sora went in his room and closed the door, Roxas appeared at the doorway with a phone in his hands.

"Someone call you!" Roxas said shoving the phone in Sora's hands.

"Who is it?" Sora asked. Roxas just shrugged and went into Sora's room. The brunet rolled his eyes as his brother started jumping on his bed. He held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" he said hesitantly.

"Sora?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Riku." Sora arched an eyebrow at that.

"Riku? How did you get my number?"

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to see my skate this Saturday."

"That's…tomorrow," Sora said.

"Yeah."

"Okay, so you nearly knock me out from skating in the hallway…"

"Well…you were already light-headed so it wasn't all my fault."

"Then you take me to your home and almost didn't let me leave…"

"It was for your well-being!"

"Then you come to my lunch table and start acting like an ass…"

"I wasn't! That's how I am! Jeez, you're so uptight."

"Making me mad but then you take me to the school roof…"

"You liked it. Don't lie."

"And then you mysteriously find my phone number and call me to invite me to see you skate."

"I see that as a reasonable reason on why you should go."

"I don't really see any reason to go. I don't even know you," Sora said, narrowing his eyes at a nearby wall. He laid back onto his bed and fiddled with his shirt.

"Yeah but I want to know you. And I know you want to know me. So be there at six at the nearby skate-boarding rink. Ciao!"

And then the line was dead. Sora had half a mind to throw the phone at the wall. Who did he think he was? That cocky bastard didn't even wait for a response. Roxas laid his head on Sora's stomach and drifted off to sleep. If only the older could do the same.

"What to do…"

The brunet felt out of place in the crowds full of jubilant people.

He was adorned in a white button-up, jeans, and a pair of old sneakers. Anybody could've told he was patently uncomfortable, if they had even noticed him walking in. Riku spotted him within the first few minutes. The skater didn't hesitate to leave his group to head over to him.

"Glad you actually made it," the boy said with an overly excited smile. Sora looked down at the ground, shyly, feeling unworthy of such a smile when he was just another average kid. He hadn't even wanted to come and had taken the invite with disdain.

"Here, come on, you have to meet my friends," Riku said, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. Sora followed but he was feeling immense consternation at the thought. He wished he hadn't come and ruined Riku's fun by having to take care of him.

"Guys, this is Sora," Riku had said, snapping the brunet out of his thoughts. All of them had bright smiles and waved. Sora found it in himself to wave back. "This is Axel, Zexion, Demyx, and Luxord. They're in my skating team."

"Sora, it's finally nice to meet you," the red haired one, Axel if Sora remembered correctly, said as he stood up and held out a hand. Sora quickly shook it, a little too quickly judging by the way the others had chuckled, and shot it back to his side, red evident on his cheeks.

Sora had to say the rest of his time there wasn't bad at all. He could even say he enjoyed it.

The group was oddly pleasant and refreshing and didn't make Sora feel uncomfortable at all, except for a few jokes about him and Riku but it was all done in good humor. They were all ebullient people, without a care in the world and just doing what they love to do. Sora's smile slowly slipped off his face as he blocked out the rest of Axel's story. He didn't notice the one pair of aquamarine eyes gazing at him.

Sora found himself yet again on the school roof with Riku. It actually became routine for Sora to meet up with Riku on the roof to eat lunch. Kairi was a little miffed about it at first but she slowly accepted it, seeing as it made her friend have a bit more bounce to his steps.

The two had already finished eating and were just gazing up at the sky when Sora got startled by the hand that touched his.

He turned his head to look at Riku confused but the other was still staring up at the sky. So he just let it go, pretending to not notice. And when he felt fingers curl around his, he pretended not to care.

"Hey Sora…" the brunet still looked at the boy next to him, waiting for him to look at him in the eyes but was disappointed when he didn't. "If I leave, would you want to come with me?"

"Where are you going?" Sora sat up and stared down at the silver-head, heart hurting unknowingly of what reason.

"If," Riku said with a smile and finally looked up at the brunet. "Not saying I am but…this isn't the life for me. You know that."

Sora understood. He wasn't enough for Riku. He was just a person to pass the time with but not a person to actually stay for.

"I get it," he bit out. It came out more bitter than he had intended and he didn't miss the look of shock on Riku's face.

"I have to head to class early today to finish up some work. See you." Riku didn't have a chance to call out to him when Sora abruptly ripped his hand from his and stood up to leave the school roof.

If he did have the chance, he would've been able to ask the question that had failed to be given an answer.