Riku

First she talks about a girlfriend.

Kairi. Sora will have a girlfriend soon.

It kinda pisses me off.

Kairi is….

Riku, don't you dare…

Kairi has turned out to be…

Riku! No!

A whore.

NOOOO!

Bad Riku.

And now: dancing.

Last time I danced was with…

NO! God Riku.

Get over it already.

I would scream, but that wouldn't be cool.

Cool. Calm. Collected. The occasional sophisticated.

That's me.

So no screaming.

"Not one for dancing, huh?" She smiles almost apologetically.

I chuckle nervously. Try not to sound nervous. Fail.

"Well…" Chuckle nervously again. God Riku you suck. "Not really…"

I'm scratching the back of my neck now. I do that when I'm nervous.

"Only the waltz. Which I'm not going to do in the observatory's parking lot."

"… Will you do it at Dunkin' Donuts?" She smiles again. Jokingly.

I smile back. Smile cockily in a joking way. Pause for a second with my breath caught in my throat.

Well.

Well?

What're you going to do, Riku?

"Is that… a twisted way of asking me on a date?"

Twisted.

Twisted?

Really?

Wow Riku. Aren't you a special one.

"Well. I'd call it cute… Or clever maybe. But, twisted. That works too. So whadaya say, Pizza Hut?"

What an awesome nickname.

Nicknamed after your frickin dead end job.

Sexy.

Now. If this were a movie, I'd smile, lean down and say in her ear, "yes."

I've been watching too many soap operas.

Yup. Calm, cool, collected Riku watches frickin soap operas with my best friend. His name is Alfred. He's a pineapple.

Wait – no. Sora's my best friend. Then Alfred. Then Shayla. Then Kairi.

"Sounds awesome. I've always wanted to waltz in Dunkin' Donuts." Then I smile a crooked smile.

I don't like my crooked smile. Because that's my genuine smile. And I don't like how the right corner of my mouth goes up higher than the left one.

"Great!" Then she returns the smile and began to walk out of the parking lot, leaving the Malibu Barbie car behind.

"Uh - …"

She has a nice smile. I like her smile better than mine. A lot.

"Shayla," I call uncertainly. Try not to sound uncertain. Fail.

"Yeah?" She spins around, head tilted to side like she usually does when she asks a question.

God, that's adorable.

Bad Riku.

"You, uh… You forgot Barbie's dream car."

Sigh.

Really?

Really Riku?

You suck. You suck and I hate you.

No. You love yourself, Riku. You are a sexy beast. Too sexy for Kairi. WAY too sexy for Kairi.

Really Riku?

No. Bad Riku.

Shut up, conscience. I'll name you Constance. Constance the conscience.

So shut up, Constance. I'm in no mood for your sass.

"Well- I thought we'd walk. It's a beautiful night in the neighborhood."

Mr. Rogers reference.

Nice.

"Oh," I say like a complete and utter genius. Scratch the back of my neck like an utter genius. Catch up to her.

I don't like running.

Ever since that one day in track.

My pants fell down.

Sora thought it would be awesome and extremely hilarious if he pulled a prank on me during the track meet.

So he did.

And he made my pants fall down.

At least I wasn't wearing those rainbow boxers my grandmother knitted for me.

Yes. Knit boxers. What a frickin turn-on.

"Right," I laugh a little. "I knew that."

She just grins in response.