"Come over."
"What?" Riku said again, tired and now a bit confused. "Sora? It's almost 3 am. What do you want that can't wait 'til morning?" He sounded a bit annoyed.
"Just come over. I want to show you something." Sora half-begged the other boy.
"But I'm tired. And it's cold." Riku countered. He just wanted to go back to bed.
"So? Just come. It's not the end of the world if you don't sleep tonight." He groaned.
Riku gave in with a sigh. "Fine. I'll be there in a while. This better be good." He hung up and Sora leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. He smiled in a satisfied way for a while, before panic hit. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Why had he decided this all of a sudden? Perhaps he was just tired of waiting. Waiting and feeling helpless. It was time to act. But at 3am? Well, now is as good a time as any. Besides, Riku was already on his way.
There was a light tap at the window and Sora walked over and opened it. Riku climbed through at sat next to him on his bed. He looked very tired indeed, his head bobbing slightly from fatigue. Sora noticed a draft and quickly shut his window. Damn, it /was/ cold outside!
"So what did you wanna show me?" Riku asked, yawning at the end of his sentence. Sora grinned at him.
"I wrote something."
"Uh-huh. And you wanted me to read it at 3am when I'm barely awake enough to form coherent thoughts why?" He looked at the younger boy with mock- annoyance.
"Because I'm very proud of it. I was feeling empty and I started thinking and this story just popped up out of nowhere. It's one of /those/ stories, by the way." Riku nodded and smirked. He knew full well that Sora had a penchant for writing about homosexual relationships, but he didn't really think that Sora was gay. He had a girlfriend, right? "So anyway, inspiration hit, and I wrote. I really like the way it turned out and I wanted to know what you thought of it. Sorry for waking you, I'm just impatient sometimes." Sora grinned again, trying to look innocent.
Riku suppressed a laugh, merely looking down and shaking his head. "'S ok. I'll sleep tomorrow. So where is this wonderful story?" He smiled at the boy.
"On the computer. I've already got it open. Just start reading." Sora motioned to the desk on the other side of the room. It was quite dark except for the blue light of the computer screen. Riku could've sworn he saw Sora's eyes flash suggestively but attributed it to the lighting and his tiredness.
Riku nodded and walked over to sit in the cushioned chair. He sank into it and suddenly wanted to fall asleep again but realized that it would be rude, so he forced his eyes to stay open and began reading. It started out quite beautifully.
'It was just before dusk, the time when all color was drowned in shades of gray, but now it was sunset. The vast ocean sparkled beneath the orange glow of the sun. The sky was painted with reds and violets, only small bits remaining a perfect, untouched blue.
'On the beach sat a peaceful-looking boy. His dreamy eyes watched the sky while one hand dug into the sand, drawing intricate patterns before running his fingers over them to start with a fresh surface. He often sat one the beach to think, and the vivid colors of the sunset stirred his mind and imagination. He smiled and sighed heavily, leaning back into the sand. When his head touch the ground, he found himself staring directly into the eyes of another boy.
'"Hey." The younger boy smiled as he sat down. The other sat up again, running a hand through his silver hair as he grinned at his friend. "What's up?" The older boy asked. The younger sighed, looking out over the ocean.
'The silver-haired male noticed that his friend seemed upset. Not in a sad way, but more of a confused, torn way. "You okay?" He asked with a bit of concern. The younger boy smiled back at him, brushing a few strands of chocolate brown hair from his eyes. "It's nothing. I just..." He sighed and looked back toward the sky. "I have to tell you something, but I don't know if I should."
'"Aw, you can tell me anything. You know that." The older boy smiled and draped an arm over the brunette's shoulder. The younger boy scoffed, looking down at his feet. "Anything?" He sounded doubtful, though he knew he shouldn't doubt his friend like that. They'd known each other almost their whole lives and rarely ever fought. Well, only once. But that was the past. It seemed that everything was good again between them, though the younger now had something he desperately wanted to say.
'"Sure. Anything at all." The silver-haired boy's face softened. Just what exactly did his friend want to tell him? "O-okay." The younger boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but instead of making a verbal confession, the brunette let his lips find his friend's.'
Riku continued reading, much more awake now. His eyes grew wider and smaller as he scanned down the screen. Sora watched him intently from the bed. He hoped Riku was getting the hint. It was very hard to write a story about two people of the same gender without using names. The descriptions begin to get redundant. Sora sighed, noticing that Riku was nearing the end.
'The brunette smiled softly at his companion, his eyes almost glowing. The deep blue contrasted so starkly with the colorless void of dusk. "Well, I told you, h-how I feel. But you still haven't said what you think of me." His cheeks were tinged a slight pink as he stared expectantly into the other's eyes. The older boy bit his lip. He wasn't sure. Did he love the boy? And if he didn't, could he ever? The brunette waited with bated breath for an answer that would be a long time coming.'
Riku closed the window and leaned back in his chair. He didn't know what to think. Sure, the story had been good, but the characters- Were they supposed to be him and Sora? His stomach tied itself in a knot; he didn't know if he should turn around and face the other yet. He didn't know what he'd say.
"So," Sora tried to break the uneasy silence, "what do you think?" He was really nervous now. Normally, Riku'd immediately tell him what he thought, offering help on weak points or telling him what he really enjoyed. But now, he was just, silent.
Riku sighed, still unwilling to turn around. "Y-yeah. It was- It was good. You're a great writer, Sora." Dammit, that sounded stupid! Why was he acting like such an idiot? It was probably just a coincidence that the characters fit his and Sora's descriptions. Yes, just coincidence. He took a deep breath and turned to face Sora.
Shit. Sora was sitting indian-style on the edge of the bed leaning forward slightly, hands grasping his ankles. He was wearing an expression that looked as though Riku's words could build or shatter his entire world. Shit! So that /was/ his intention! Riku felt his cheeks go red and mentally thanked God it was dark.
"Was it worth getting up at 3am?" Sora asked, trying to lighten the tension, but only succeeded in making himself more nervous. He chewed his lip, looking at Riku with great interest. He could tell the other was just as uncertain as he was, which was comforting and frightening at the same time. Was he afraid to say he liked him too? Or was he thinking that Sora was a freak and wanted to get the hell out of there? Sora prayed it was the former, but was fairly sure it was the latter. His heart did little flips in his chest, waiting for Riku's reply.
"I-I think so. It woke me up, anyway." That was true. It had woken him up in two ways, actually. Besides pulling him out of sleep, it had awoken feelings for Sora that had long since been repressed. He /did/ like Sora, but he hadn't thought about it in a long time. Sora was with Kairi, and he didn't want to break them up. Plus, he thought that there was no way in hell that Sora could possibly be gay. Though Riku wasn't gay either. He was bi, or at least, he'd never really thought about any other guys like that. Just Sora. And he wasn't even sure /why/ he liked Sora. Well, he had a good idea. Sora was sweet and kind and drop-dead gorgeous at times. But he was a guy, and Riku couldn't shake that sense of impending doom every time he thought about Sora that way. So he stopped, and shoved those feelings deep down and tried to never let them resurface again. He even had a girlfriend for a little while. They split up because of "personality differences," or at least that was what she said. Bitch. But perhaps it was for the better.
"I'm glad you think so." Sora managed a small smile. /Whyyy/ was Riku acting like this? He /must/ have gotten the hint! Right? So why didn't he /say/ something? Sora was getting agitated by all the nervousness. He wanted to just tell Riku how he felt, but he didn't want to scare him. Well, he had to do /something/. "Did I do okay with the character development?" Ah, that should get him going. Sora smiled a bit wider.
Riku leaned back and folded his arms. He licked his lips and opened his mouth but quickly shut it again. He looked to the floor and then back at Sora. There was that look again. He needed to think very carefully before he spoke. "One of our English teachers gave us some very good advice. She said, 'write what you know.' If I were a writer, I'd have taken this advice to heart. I still rather like it, even if it doesn't apply to me. But you, well, if you're writing about what you feel, then you can't go wrong. If what you know is that you, uh," He looked down, his face reddening, "you 'like' me, then you did a great job with the story."
Sora's heart leapt. So he /did/ know! Yes! And he didn't seem repulsed! Double yes! Sora grinned. "So, you found me out?" Riku looked up at him, a small smile gracing his lips. He nodded silently. "Well, now that we have an understanding, why don't you tell me what you /really/ think?"
"I think," Riku stood and crossed the room, taking a seat next to Sora, "that it needs a sequel." Riku placed a hand on Sora's cheek, stroking it with his thumb. Sora's grin melted into a smile as Riku leaned in to place a light kiss on the other's tender lips.
"What?" Riku said again, tired and now a bit confused. "Sora? It's almost 3 am. What do you want that can't wait 'til morning?" He sounded a bit annoyed.
"Just come over. I want to show you something." Sora half-begged the other boy.
"But I'm tired. And it's cold." Riku countered. He just wanted to go back to bed.
"So? Just come. It's not the end of the world if you don't sleep tonight." He groaned.
Riku gave in with a sigh. "Fine. I'll be there in a while. This better be good." He hung up and Sora leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. He smiled in a satisfied way for a while, before panic hit. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Why had he decided this all of a sudden? Perhaps he was just tired of waiting. Waiting and feeling helpless. It was time to act. But at 3am? Well, now is as good a time as any. Besides, Riku was already on his way.
There was a light tap at the window and Sora walked over and opened it. Riku climbed through at sat next to him on his bed. He looked very tired indeed, his head bobbing slightly from fatigue. Sora noticed a draft and quickly shut his window. Damn, it /was/ cold outside!
"So what did you wanna show me?" Riku asked, yawning at the end of his sentence. Sora grinned at him.
"I wrote something."
"Uh-huh. And you wanted me to read it at 3am when I'm barely awake enough to form coherent thoughts why?" He looked at the younger boy with mock- annoyance.
"Because I'm very proud of it. I was feeling empty and I started thinking and this story just popped up out of nowhere. It's one of /those/ stories, by the way." Riku nodded and smirked. He knew full well that Sora had a penchant for writing about homosexual relationships, but he didn't really think that Sora was gay. He had a girlfriend, right? "So anyway, inspiration hit, and I wrote. I really like the way it turned out and I wanted to know what you thought of it. Sorry for waking you, I'm just impatient sometimes." Sora grinned again, trying to look innocent.
Riku suppressed a laugh, merely looking down and shaking his head. "'S ok. I'll sleep tomorrow. So where is this wonderful story?" He smiled at the boy.
"On the computer. I've already got it open. Just start reading." Sora motioned to the desk on the other side of the room. It was quite dark except for the blue light of the computer screen. Riku could've sworn he saw Sora's eyes flash suggestively but attributed it to the lighting and his tiredness.
Riku nodded and walked over to sit in the cushioned chair. He sank into it and suddenly wanted to fall asleep again but realized that it would be rude, so he forced his eyes to stay open and began reading. It started out quite beautifully.
'It was just before dusk, the time when all color was drowned in shades of gray, but now it was sunset. The vast ocean sparkled beneath the orange glow of the sun. The sky was painted with reds and violets, only small bits remaining a perfect, untouched blue.
'On the beach sat a peaceful-looking boy. His dreamy eyes watched the sky while one hand dug into the sand, drawing intricate patterns before running his fingers over them to start with a fresh surface. He often sat one the beach to think, and the vivid colors of the sunset stirred his mind and imagination. He smiled and sighed heavily, leaning back into the sand. When his head touch the ground, he found himself staring directly into the eyes of another boy.
'"Hey." The younger boy smiled as he sat down. The other sat up again, running a hand through his silver hair as he grinned at his friend. "What's up?" The older boy asked. The younger sighed, looking out over the ocean.
'The silver-haired male noticed that his friend seemed upset. Not in a sad way, but more of a confused, torn way. "You okay?" He asked with a bit of concern. The younger boy smiled back at him, brushing a few strands of chocolate brown hair from his eyes. "It's nothing. I just..." He sighed and looked back toward the sky. "I have to tell you something, but I don't know if I should."
'"Aw, you can tell me anything. You know that." The older boy smiled and draped an arm over the brunette's shoulder. The younger boy scoffed, looking down at his feet. "Anything?" He sounded doubtful, though he knew he shouldn't doubt his friend like that. They'd known each other almost their whole lives and rarely ever fought. Well, only once. But that was the past. It seemed that everything was good again between them, though the younger now had something he desperately wanted to say.
'"Sure. Anything at all." The silver-haired boy's face softened. Just what exactly did his friend want to tell him? "O-okay." The younger boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but instead of making a verbal confession, the brunette let his lips find his friend's.'
Riku continued reading, much more awake now. His eyes grew wider and smaller as he scanned down the screen. Sora watched him intently from the bed. He hoped Riku was getting the hint. It was very hard to write a story about two people of the same gender without using names. The descriptions begin to get redundant. Sora sighed, noticing that Riku was nearing the end.
'The brunette smiled softly at his companion, his eyes almost glowing. The deep blue contrasted so starkly with the colorless void of dusk. "Well, I told you, h-how I feel. But you still haven't said what you think of me." His cheeks were tinged a slight pink as he stared expectantly into the other's eyes. The older boy bit his lip. He wasn't sure. Did he love the boy? And if he didn't, could he ever? The brunette waited with bated breath for an answer that would be a long time coming.'
Riku closed the window and leaned back in his chair. He didn't know what to think. Sure, the story had been good, but the characters- Were they supposed to be him and Sora? His stomach tied itself in a knot; he didn't know if he should turn around and face the other yet. He didn't know what he'd say.
"So," Sora tried to break the uneasy silence, "what do you think?" He was really nervous now. Normally, Riku'd immediately tell him what he thought, offering help on weak points or telling him what he really enjoyed. But now, he was just, silent.
Riku sighed, still unwilling to turn around. "Y-yeah. It was- It was good. You're a great writer, Sora." Dammit, that sounded stupid! Why was he acting like such an idiot? It was probably just a coincidence that the characters fit his and Sora's descriptions. Yes, just coincidence. He took a deep breath and turned to face Sora.
Shit. Sora was sitting indian-style on the edge of the bed leaning forward slightly, hands grasping his ankles. He was wearing an expression that looked as though Riku's words could build or shatter his entire world. Shit! So that /was/ his intention! Riku felt his cheeks go red and mentally thanked God it was dark.
"Was it worth getting up at 3am?" Sora asked, trying to lighten the tension, but only succeeded in making himself more nervous. He chewed his lip, looking at Riku with great interest. He could tell the other was just as uncertain as he was, which was comforting and frightening at the same time. Was he afraid to say he liked him too? Or was he thinking that Sora was a freak and wanted to get the hell out of there? Sora prayed it was the former, but was fairly sure it was the latter. His heart did little flips in his chest, waiting for Riku's reply.
"I-I think so. It woke me up, anyway." That was true. It had woken him up in two ways, actually. Besides pulling him out of sleep, it had awoken feelings for Sora that had long since been repressed. He /did/ like Sora, but he hadn't thought about it in a long time. Sora was with Kairi, and he didn't want to break them up. Plus, he thought that there was no way in hell that Sora could possibly be gay. Though Riku wasn't gay either. He was bi, or at least, he'd never really thought about any other guys like that. Just Sora. And he wasn't even sure /why/ he liked Sora. Well, he had a good idea. Sora was sweet and kind and drop-dead gorgeous at times. But he was a guy, and Riku couldn't shake that sense of impending doom every time he thought about Sora that way. So he stopped, and shoved those feelings deep down and tried to never let them resurface again. He even had a girlfriend for a little while. They split up because of "personality differences," or at least that was what she said. Bitch. But perhaps it was for the better.
"I'm glad you think so." Sora managed a small smile. /Whyyy/ was Riku acting like this? He /must/ have gotten the hint! Right? So why didn't he /say/ something? Sora was getting agitated by all the nervousness. He wanted to just tell Riku how he felt, but he didn't want to scare him. Well, he had to do /something/. "Did I do okay with the character development?" Ah, that should get him going. Sora smiled a bit wider.
Riku leaned back and folded his arms. He licked his lips and opened his mouth but quickly shut it again. He looked to the floor and then back at Sora. There was that look again. He needed to think very carefully before he spoke. "One of our English teachers gave us some very good advice. She said, 'write what you know.' If I were a writer, I'd have taken this advice to heart. I still rather like it, even if it doesn't apply to me. But you, well, if you're writing about what you feel, then you can't go wrong. If what you know is that you, uh," He looked down, his face reddening, "you 'like' me, then you did a great job with the story."
Sora's heart leapt. So he /did/ know! Yes! And he didn't seem repulsed! Double yes! Sora grinned. "So, you found me out?" Riku looked up at him, a small smile gracing his lips. He nodded silently. "Well, now that we have an understanding, why don't you tell me what you /really/ think?"
"I think," Riku stood and crossed the room, taking a seat next to Sora, "that it needs a sequel." Riku placed a hand on Sora's cheek, stroking it with his thumb. Sora's grin melted into a smile as Riku leaned in to place a light kiss on the other's tender lips.