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Chapter 14
Once again, sorry for the long wait. I’ve basically been wasted this past month, so writing has been the last thing on my mind. Lawlz. If anyone is still following this story, I’m impressed/flattered. And yes, the ending is soon. Well, not really. But I hope in like…five or so chapters it will be. I’ve had the ending planned out for awhile and as fun as it is to play with Riku’s mind, his story must end so I can bury him in my closet and never bring him back. >.<
**
“Well, he’s right. You’re a stuck-up, snotty, brat.”
“Ok…but listen—“
This is how all my phone conversations go with Axel. He mostly talks and I attempt to cramp a few words in, but to no avail. I don’t even know why he calls me, if he likes the sound of his voice that damn much, why doesn’t he just buy a tape recorder, record himself and jerk off to it later?
But this is Axel I’m talking about, and if I were to suggest such a thing, frighteningly enough, he’d probably do it.
“I mean, you do complain a lot and whine when things don’t go exactly yourself. Stuck-up, self-righteous prick with a stick permenamentaly up his ass—“
“OK. NOW SHUT UP AND LISTEN—“
“Sorry, dude, but I’m gonna have to agree with Sora on this. I’m on his side.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I hiss, “it’s nice to know that my best friend is on the opposite side. It’s comforting. Really.”
“No need to get bitchy over it.”
“Bitchy? Bitchy? You don’t know bitchy yet.”
Axel laughed. “So, does this mean no more wild homosexual sex?”
“This isn’t funny. It’s been weeks and we barely say two words to each other. Even Amy is suspecting, and trust me, I fucking do not wanna wind up in family therapy again. Next time, seriously, someone’s ass is gonna get mutilated.”
“Whoa, what a sadist thing to say. Does this mean you and Sora play S&M?”
“…I do not even wanna know how you know such sick, perverted things. You’re more gay than…”
“You?”
“Yes, wait…No!”
“You said Yes.”
“Argh. I’m hanging up.” Click.
**
“Wake up, Riku. It's time to wake up!”
The sound of whoever's voice that might be (wild guess, Amy maybe?) is clinging to the room like the sound of a doorbell a 5 year old presses a million times, just because. Lets just say, I hate the sound of waking up. And it always means school.
“I called your principal, and told him that you were sick today.”
No school? Seriously? Okay…this is going to be a good day.
“I am taking you out of school for the day, so that you and Sora can come with me to the mall. I need your opinion on dresses.” I open my eyes, and yes indeed it was Amy that was leaning over my bed, grinning so much I thought her lips were going to crack (with all that lip gloss sticking them together it would almost be impossible, but hey, a man can dream, right?).
I groan and flip onto my stomach groggily, my face buried into the pillows and away from Amy’s blinding white teeth. Maybe she'd take the hint and leave me alone.
Maybe not.
“Come on, Riku, it can be fun,” she says, tugging at the blankets around me. And I want to growl at her, bark maybe. I want to snort and bark and moo until she cries, but I haven’t had my red bull yet.
I turn around to look at the watch on my nightstand. Right there, in bright green lights, flashes the horrifyingly too-early time of “7:42 AM”.
“The mall doesn't open till 9,” was the only thing I grumbled before I was buried head-deep into the pillow again. Any sound I made after that was completely incoherent and unnecessary, utterly meant for dramatic affect.
“We're not going to the mall here, the mall I am thinking about is an hour away, so you better get up and get ready. We're leaving at 8. Get up. Get dressed. Sora's downstairs,” and she leaves. Yeah sure, fun. The only way this road trip with Sora and his mom would be remotely bearable is if you killed me now. Come on, do it. Just slit my throat right here. You can’t be cruel enough to make me live through this. Do it.
I force myself out of bed and look in the mirror that's hanging behind my door. My hair is now standing in every direction possible, and sleep is still circling my eyes. All I can do is grumble under my breath about how I have fifteen minutes to turn myself into a full-blown hot stud, just fifteen fucking minutes. Sure, I’m a natural beauty, but you gotta give a man more than fifteen fucking minutes to get ready.
My thoughts are interrupted by the door flinging open and smacking me straight in the head. I was this close to slamming my fist into the offender’s face but I realized that a few more blows to the head and I’ll be passed out cold. No mall, no nothing.
I turn around, expecting to be face-to-face with either Amy or Sora, and I find my self face-to-face with...
“Dude, you look like crap!”
“Shut up Axel,” I mutter and walk over to my closet, going through it for something to wear. First thing I saw, black jeans and green t-shirt, and I fell in love instantly. Not really, just couldn’t be fucked to find anything else.
“And you are going to be late for school, why aren’t you dressed and ready yet? We start in like 20 minutes.”
“I'm not going to school Axel.” I take off the shirt I am sleeping in, and put on the green one. Axel still standing there, having no problem with the full-frontal nudity.
“Why not?”
I tug the black jeans up over my boxers, struggling a little to get them over my hips, and then move on to trying to fix my hair. It's kind of a lost cause, and I'd rather eat right now than try to look even better than I normally do.
“I am going shopping…” I say, not too enthusiastically.
“Oooh shopping, can I come?” Sometimes, I think Axel might be queerer than Elton John. I stare at him with raised eyebrows. I have to admit, gay as he is, I am a little taken back by his request. Why the hell would he wanna go with me and shop instead of going to school? Axel fucking loves school.
And then I smile. “So how did the date go?” I ask and Axel blushes, and for once I have complete control over Axel. You could say, I owned him. At least for a little while.
“I'd rather not talk about it…” he says and turns around to pretend he is fixing his hair in the mirror. I'm sorry, but I just can't help but laugh at him. For three years all he has done is laugh at me, and finally, the tables have turned.
“Oh come on Axel, how did the date go?” I grin. I never grin this early in the morning, but it's too god damned tempting at this moment, I just have to.
I can see he is going to say anything, but hesitates. He opens his mouth multiple times, but closes it quickly, thinking I didn't see it. I did by the way. He finally says, “if you let me come shopping, I'll tell you.”
In one hand you have just me, Sora and Amy going dress shopping. In the other hand you have me, Sora, Amy and Axel's humiliation floating in the air. What the hell do you think I chose?
“Deal.”
**
“Well, he’s right. You’re a stuck-up, snotty, brat.”
“Ok…but listen—“
This is how all my phone conversations go with Axel. He mostly talks and I attempt to cramp a few words in, but to no avail. I don’t even know why he calls me, if he likes the sound of his voice that damn much, why doesn’t he just buy a tape recorder, record himself and jerk off to it later?
But this is Axel I’m talking about, and if I were to suggest such a thing, frighteningly enough, he’d probably do it.
“I mean, you do complain a lot and whine when things don’t go exactly yourself. Stuck-up, self-righteous prick with a stick permenamentaly up his ass—“
“OK. NOW SHUT UP AND LISTEN—“
“Sorry, dude, but I’m gonna have to agree with Sora on this. I’m on his side.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I hiss, “it’s nice to know that my best friend is on the opposite side. It’s comforting. Really.”
“No need to get bitchy over it.”
“Bitchy? Bitchy? You don’t know bitchy yet.”
Axel laughed. “So, does this mean no more wild homosexual sex?”
“This isn’t funny. It’s been weeks and we barely say two words to each other. Even Amy is suspecting, and trust me, I fucking do not wanna wind up in family therapy again. Next time, seriously, someone’s ass is gonna get mutilated.”
“Whoa, what a sadist thing to say. Does this mean you and Sora play S&M?”
“…I do not even wanna know how you know such sick, perverted things. You’re more gay than…”
“You?”
“Yes, wait…No!”
“You said Yes.”
“Argh. I’m hanging up.” Click.
**
“Wake up, Riku. It's time to wake up!”
The sound of whoever's voice that might be (wild guess, Amy maybe?) is clinging to the room like the sound of a doorbell a 5 year old presses a million times, just because. Lets just say, I hate the sound of waking up. And it always means school.
“I called your principal, and told him that you were sick today.”
No school? Seriously? Okay…this is going to be a good day.
“I am taking you out of school for the day, so that you and Sora can come with me to the mall. I need your opinion on dresses.” I open my eyes, and yes indeed it was Amy that was leaning over my bed, grinning so much I thought her lips were going to crack (with all that lip gloss sticking them together it would almost be impossible, but hey, a man can dream, right?).
I groan and flip onto my stomach groggily, my face buried into the pillows and away from Amy’s blinding white teeth. Maybe she'd take the hint and leave me alone.
Maybe not.
“Come on, Riku, it can be fun,” she says, tugging at the blankets around me. And I want to growl at her, bark maybe. I want to snort and bark and moo until she cries, but I haven’t had my red bull yet.
I turn around to look at the watch on my nightstand. Right there, in bright green lights, flashes the horrifyingly too-early time of “7:42 AM”.
“The mall doesn't open till 9,” was the only thing I grumbled before I was buried head-deep into the pillow again. Any sound I made after that was completely incoherent and unnecessary, utterly meant for dramatic affect.
“We're not going to the mall here, the mall I am thinking about is an hour away, so you better get up and get ready. We're leaving at 8. Get up. Get dressed. Sora's downstairs,” and she leaves. Yeah sure, fun. The only way this road trip with Sora and his mom would be remotely bearable is if you killed me now. Come on, do it. Just slit my throat right here. You can’t be cruel enough to make me live through this. Do it.
I force myself out of bed and look in the mirror that's hanging behind my door. My hair is now standing in every direction possible, and sleep is still circling my eyes. All I can do is grumble under my breath about how I have fifteen minutes to turn myself into a full-blown hot stud, just fifteen fucking minutes. Sure, I’m a natural beauty, but you gotta give a man more than fifteen fucking minutes to get ready.
My thoughts are interrupted by the door flinging open and smacking me straight in the head. I was this close to slamming my fist into the offender’s face but I realized that a few more blows to the head and I’ll be passed out cold. No mall, no nothing.
I turn around, expecting to be face-to-face with either Amy or Sora, and I find my self face-to-face with...
“Dude, you look like crap!”
“Shut up Axel,” I mutter and walk over to my closet, going through it for something to wear. First thing I saw, black jeans and green t-shirt, and I fell in love instantly. Not really, just couldn’t be fucked to find anything else.
“And you are going to be late for school, why aren’t you dressed and ready yet? We start in like 20 minutes.”
“I'm not going to school Axel.” I take off the shirt I am sleeping in, and put on the green one. Axel still standing there, having no problem with the full-frontal nudity.
“Why not?”
I tug the black jeans up over my boxers, struggling a little to get them over my hips, and then move on to trying to fix my hair. It's kind of a lost cause, and I'd rather eat right now than try to look even better than I normally do.
“I am going shopping…” I say, not too enthusiastically.
“Oooh shopping, can I come?” Sometimes, I think Axel might be queerer than Elton John. I stare at him with raised eyebrows. I have to admit, gay as he is, I am a little taken back by his request. Why the hell would he wanna go with me and shop instead of going to school? Axel fucking loves school.
And then I smile. “So how did the date go?” I ask and Axel blushes, and for once I have complete control over Axel. You could say, I owned him. At least for a little while.
“I'd rather not talk about it…” he says and turns around to pretend he is fixing his hair in the mirror. I'm sorry, but I just can't help but laugh at him. For three years all he has done is laugh at me, and finally, the tables have turned.
“Oh come on Axel, how did the date go?” I grin. I never grin this early in the morning, but it's too god damned tempting at this moment, I just have to.
I can see he is going to say anything, but hesitates. He opens his mouth multiple times, but closes it quickly, thinking I didn't see it. I did by the way. He finally says, “if you let me come shopping, I'll tell you.”
In one hand you have just me, Sora and Amy going dress shopping. In the other hand you have me, Sora, Amy and Axel's humiliation floating in the air. What the hell do you think I chose?
“Deal.”