Just Like in Soap Operas, but Worse

AN: HAI GUYS. Sorry for the wait! This chapter is pretty...serious. Haha. But, it was bound to happen. Riku needs to grow up. lolzers.

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I open the door to my house and slam it shut after the 10 minute walk (or 5 minute run) home. There’s nothing else I’d rather do now than be at home with some gay pictures spreading at school like STDs in a whorehouse. What I wouldn’t do to never have to go back to school. I could ‘accidentally’ fall down the stairs, breaking both of my legs and one of my arms. That would get me in the hospital for, a week maybe? Surprisingly very tempting.

Add a little bang of the head, losing my memory. That will be another two weeks at least.

Pretend to turn into a vegetable, a month plus.

Don’t you just love the high school life? Thank God graduation’s soon. 3 or 4 months. By then I’d be out of the hospital, ready to grab the bull by its balls. Or some less queer metaphor.

"Sweetcakes, is that you?" cooes a voice from the kitchen as soon as I walked into the foyer and shut the door. I pause, wondering what the fuck she's doing home. I don't recall seeing her car in the driveway...

"No..." Cough. Cough. "It's Riku. I...err...felt sick and decided to come home." Cough. Cough. Thank you; I'm also gifted with the talent of impromptu acting.

Two milliseconds later (not that I'm counting), Amy graces me with her presence, and whoa, is it me or is her top fifty times smaller than what the average size barbie doll would wear? Maybe coming home early was a bad idea...I don't think I'll ever to be able to get this horrible image out of my head for as long as I'm alive.

"Oh dear, I hope there's not a bug going around school, Sora's always been so susceptible to them," she says, examining me. "I made oatmeal cookies, you still need to drink fluids and eat."

Yeah right. Probably 'organic' ingredients in them, lately she's been drawling on and on about eating 'healthy'. Sushi. Minerals.

You know, the same stuff you would get if you puked out your guts and ate them.

Delicious, right?

I know. Scrumptious.

"No, thanks," I say hastily, cutting her off. Insert acting. I touch my forehead; sway on my feet a bit, maybe I should throw in some projectile vomit? Nah, too much, even for me. I'm not bulimic, so I don't know the act of making yourself voluntarily throw up... "I really feel nauseous right now...I think I'm gonna lay down for a bit."

She nods, following me, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "Do you need me to set up a doctor's appointment?"

I ignore her, slamming my bedroom door in response.

Sadly, I still think she was calling my name for a good ten minutes before she got the hint. Stupid whore.

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I practically tackled Sora before he could walk into his room, shoving him against the door. In any other situation, I probably would've enjoyed having his small slender body against mine, but I was too blinded with fury.

“Selphie,” I say out loud.

I had planned the confrontation in my mind for four hours, but somehow, her name was the only thing I can come up with. Stupid slut.

“What?” Sora asks. Just for the record, that’s actually when I realized I said it out loud. I shake my head and turn my face to Sora's.

“Selphie! How do you know her?” Sora shrugs, looking uninterested, and using his hand to turn the handle of his door, and we both stumble inside his room, trying to keep our balances.

“I know one Selphie, but I'm not sure if you know her… I've talked to her online for a few weeks now, why?” Wait, why would Selphie be talking to Sora anyways? And on the internet? Since when did she feel the need to talk to boys online, when she can just step outside and get anyone she wants?

“Wait, is this the Selphie that was here yesterday?”

Sora shrugs. “Well yeah, we have cal together and I've been helping her--”

For the record, Selphie never asks a guy to help her in school subjects. It was just her way to lure them, that fucking little slut. Now she's moving onto Sora?

"Do you realize what you've done!? Were you present on school today? Do you realize what she's done--!"

"Yes," Sora says without batting an eye. He looks at me, puzzled, "I don't see the big deal--aren't we--?"

"Are we what!? Faggots? YES. And now thanks to you and the biggest-fucking-slut-of-the-motherfucking-century--the entire school knows! And if the entire school knows, how quickly do you think it will take for our parents to know?!"

"You're overreacting, Riku." He says, his voice eerily calm. What does it take to piss this kid off?

"ME? ME? Are you seriously defending the bitch who’s fucking my life up?” And now he is starting to get on my nerves. Why did I even bring up the whole Selphie subject? Why didn’t I just kiss the living fuck out of him?

“I guess you haven't talked to the real Selphie. She's really laid back when you get to know her.”

"URGH! She's totally fucking up my life! Do you think I wanna go down the hallways with Derek and his fag-five-fab clubwhore house molesting me?"

“How can she fuck up your life? Unless you’re letting her. If you let the pictures get to you then really, I’d say you’re fucking it up yourself.”

“You obviously don’t have all the facts, then, because putting it nicely, Selphie is a fucking whore,” I spit. “Putting it nicely, she's the biggest whore at school, hell she's the biggest whore in the world, including the people at fucking NASA!”

“Whoa, easy there, maybe you’re being a little harsh, Riku. What's NASA have to do with this?”

“Harsh? Sora, I'm being nice here! Nevermind the NASA part! Do you understand what you've done!?” And with every word I say I get more frustrated. He just doesn't get it. "Our Parents can never find out! Remember that?"

"Maybe I don't care what the school thinks, or if our parents find out... Do you ever think how hard it's been for me? I don't know anybody, and yeah, maybe Derek and his buddies tried to put a move on me too, but you don't see me getting bent out of shape from it. Everything is always about you. You and your pathetic miserable little life and you're the star, the fucking drama queen of this little show. If things don't go exactly the way you plan, you throw a fucking bitch fit."

I bit my tongue, seeing red for a moment. But his words were like a knife slice through my stomach. I can hear Axel inside my head, laughing and chortling, agreeing with everything he'd just said. Drama Queen Ri-Ri, Axel would snort, we should get you a tiara.

FUCK OFF.

"God, you're such...a prick. If you're really that ashamed, then I guess we're better off where we started--"

I pressed my lips against his. Just like in those cliche sappy movies, I rather be kissing Sora than arguing with him right now. It felt good not to think for a second. I think way too much and I'm thinking it's not good for me. Ironic. Or is it coincidental? Or satirical… Okay, yeah, not thinking right now.

I break the kiss as my pants start vibrating. It makes me jump a little, and almost bite Sora's tongue. I quickly take out my phone from my pocket (yes it was my cell phone, what the hell did you think it was?) and answered it as quick as I could handle right then without dropping it and watching it shatter into a million pieces. I didn't even care to look at the caller ID. Now I wish I did.

“You better not be PMSing dude, I’ve got like, awesome news!” Axel almost deafens me on the other side of the phone.

“I'm not PMSing Axel, I'm a fucking male in case you haven't noticed,” I say.

“I've sort of noticed, but dude shut up and listen.” I roll my eyes at the overly exciting Mr. Axel. He could be such a kid when he had something ‘important’ to tell. I mouth Axel's name to Sora so he would know who it was I was talking to.

“Is that Sora in the background?” Axel says, but just when I was about to answer he continues, “So, you know that girl from our English class?”

“I don’t know Axel...there are a lot of girls in our English class.”

“Well this one is special, you remember that girl I asked to the prom but she rejected me cause I wasn't pretty enough for her?” I nod to the phone for a few seconds until I remember he couldn't see me.

“Saadia?”

“Yes!” he screams, and now my fucking right ear has definitely gone a little deaf.

“Well, I'm sure as hell pretty enough for her now,” Axel says, and I can feel the smirk on his face.

“What's your point Axel?” I ask, annoyed. I really didn't want to hear about Axel's love life right now when I should be doing better things, like kissing Sora. Actually, I should be studying for my final exams but somehow making out with Sora just sounds a tad more life and death to me.

“We are going on a date, tonight. Movie and a dinner.”

“Well good luck Axel, I’ll be sure to remember you in my prayers. Look I really gotta go now… I'm kinda busy,” I say and hang up before he gets the chance to make a RiSora joke. Yeah, that’s what I call us now. Cheesy, I know. Fuck you, how’s that for cheesy?

I press my lips back into Sora's.

A moment or two later, we part and my eyes stay closed. I feel Sora's breath on my skin and he says, “You're a still a prick,” and I laugh.

"Yeah, I am. You're absolutely right. I mean, if this gets around to our parents, maybe they won't get married--"

I notice the crestfallen look on Sora's face.

"Isn't that what we both want?" I look at him with mass confusion; I just don't get this kid.

"No, Riku, that's what you wanted, remember? Everything is about you. Not me."

"I thought..."

"Unlike you, I actually care about if my parent is happy. My mom's never been happier; do you really think I wanna ruin that for her?"

I bit my tongue. "I--At least your mom waited awhile. My mom hasn't even fucking been dead for a year, and already my father has moved on--"

"At least you knew her! I didn't know my father!"

"Ok, so that automatically makes you right and me wrong? Ding-ding. You've won! You're right. I'm wrong. There."

"You still don't get it," he says, crossing his arms. "You just don't get it."

He leaves, leaving me alone in his room. And I'm more confused than ever.

Wait, what the fuck just happened?

GET WHAT?