A/N: This is going to be a fun little story that I was asked to write. I don't think there will be multiple chapters, but definitely several. Okay? Okay. Uploads may be slow, but they will be out at some point. Remember to follow, favorite, and review for more.

Satoshi was hanging out at Yoshiki's apartment for the day and both were finding that there wasn't really much to do. Even though they enjoyed each other's company, that wasn't enough to get them from sitting around, exchanging complaints.

"Satoshi," Yoshiki grumbled, tossing the newspaper he tried to read onto the coffee table. "We need to get off our asses and do something." Satoshi looked to his side, his eyes wide and face red. He was laying upside down on the sofa, getting sicker as the blood rushed to his head. He spun himself into a regular sitting position, using Yoshiki to steady himself. "Get off!" Yoshiki yelled, prying Satoshi's hands off of his jacket.

"What do you plan to do?" The brunette asked, finally restoring the correct amount of blood to each part of his body. Yoshiki looked around, only to see his television, the door to his room, and the kitchen.

"Hell if I know." He sighed. Satoshi hopped up from the couch and flew to Yoshiki's living room closet. The only things he kept in there would be his vacuum and his... Oh. Deluxe Twister game. He hid that in there so he would never have to play it again, but somehow, that sneaky Satoshi found it.

"Twister?" He grinned, pulling the box out and laughing. Yoshiki laughed with him, realizing that it would be awkward and not as fun if it were only them. Satoshi sat down next to him, waiting for his response. "I could call Naomi." Satoshi said, reading his mind. "She's grown closer to Shinozaki, so she might bring her, though." He added. Satoshi didn't have a problem with Ayumi, it's just the fact that she usually got into arguments with Yoshiki. However, Yoshiki didn't see it that way. He really liked her, so that wouldn't be a problem.

"Call Nakashima!" He said, suddenly.

Satoshi chuckled. "Who are you excited for? Naomi? Hey, don't you move in on her!" He warned, trying to be protective over the girl he loved. Yoshiki just shook his head, laughing.

"Calm yourself. I don't want to be anything more than friends with her. Call her... So she can bring Shinozaki." Yoshiki mumbled, his face turning red. Satoshi noticed how he reacted and grinned.

"Shinozaki, eh? Didn't know you liked her..." He teased, elbowing him. "You want me to call Naomi to bring Shinozaki so you can make your move?"

"We'll be playing twister, dumbass. We'll ALL be moving."

"That's not what I meant."

"I don't care. Pull out your phone and call Nakashima." Satoshi pouted, pulling his cell out with a huff.

"Naomi?" Satoshi asked, suddenly blushing. Yoshiki held back a laugh. 'He's such a love-sick fool for Nakashima...'

"Satoshi! Hey!" She exclaimed.

Satoshi didn't want to say anything else, or he really couldn't, as his throat was super dry.

"Uh, Satoshi?"

"Do you want to come over to Yoshiki's apartment?" He finally choked, realizing he just rushed everything. "Uh... We can all hang-out?" Satoshi didn't receive a sudden reply, as Naomi was looking for something. "Naomi?"

"Oh, sorry! I was looking for the paper that had Kishinuma's address on it."

"So, it's a 'yes'?"

"Do you mind if I bring Shinozaki-san? We can all spend time together." Satoshi peered over to Yoshiki and mouthed the words, 'I called it'. He rolled his eyes as Satoshi continued speaking.

"Not at all! Do you want me to pick you up?"

"It's okay. I found the paper. See you soon!" Naomi flipped the top portion of the the phone onto the bottom, ending the call. For some reason, she was excited to go over to Kishinuma's. She was only good friends with him and she was the one bringing Ayumi... Perhaps, she was excited to see Satoshi? Naomi discarded the thought and proceeded with dressing herself.

"That was..." Satoshi began, putting his phone into his pocket. He returned to his spot next to Yoshiki, who only held back a fit of laughter.

"Stupid." Yoshiki burst, cackling like a mad-man. Satoshi glared at his best friend, puzzled at what he had just said. "You couldn't even talk to her! What was wrong with you?" Satoshi fiddled with his fingers, trying to think of an excuse.

"I... Don't..."

"Dude, I know. Don't bother trying to hide it." The blond said, finally getting over himself. Satoshi's eyes focused on Yoshiki before slapping his hand over his mouth.

"If you tell anyone, I'll... I'll..." Yoshiki frowned. He gave up, allowing his hand to fall from his schoolmate's lips. Yoshiki sighed.

"Don't worry about it, crazy." He picked the game box up and stared at it. "How are the girls going to agree with this?"

"Why not? We're all bored."

"Whatever." They waited for what seemed like an eternity before hearing a faint knocking at the door. Satoshi jumped from the sofa and made his way towards the entrance, adjusting his shirt. He latched his hand onto the handle and jerked the hatchway open, involuntarily beaming at Naomi, who smiled back at him.

"Naomi! Shinozaki! Please, come in." He said, snapping out of his trance. Ayumi grinned.

"Thank you, Mochida-kun. I'm a little surprised to see you first, considering this is Kishinuma-kun's house." She commented, following Naomi inside.

"Nice to see you, too, Shinozaki." Yoshiki laughed.

"That wasn't a greeting." She giggled. "Quaint." Was all she could muster as she eyed the unit.

"How are you, Kishinuma?" Naomi asked, feeling the need to. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up, something not really like him to do. She didn't want to look too much into it, as she was interested in perusing other things. After thanking the boys for the invites, they ventured to the couch. Naomi and Satoshi sat close together, chatting amongst themselves. Ayumi would've sat next to Satoshi, but for some reason, she felt it necessary to sit next to Yoshiki. That conversed for a while, everyone becoming more uninterested ever passing minute. Finally, Satoshi asked.

"Why don't we play a game?"

"Game?" Naomi perked up.

"Yeah. Twister?" Yoshiki found it adorable as Ayumi clapped her hands together, anticipating the game. He laughed, going along. Naomi helped Satoshi clear out a place for the game, which Yoshiki and Ayumi set up.

"There!" The blonde exclaimed, setting the dial next to the mat. Everyone sat around the "game board", deciding who would go first. Satoshi flicked the black pin, watching it spin around the board.

"Right hand: red." He said, as he placed his palm onto a red circle. Naomi took the dial and spun the pin.

"Left foot: red." She placed her foot next to Satoshi's hand, worrying if she was being too clingy. In reality, Satoshi loved being as close as possible to her. Next, Ayumi.

"Left hand: yellow." Yoshiki's turn.

"Left hand: green." And so on. They continued to play until everyone was in an extremely hard position to hold. Ayumi and Yoshiki's legs were tangled together, feeling flustered whenever they tried to move. Ayumi was on Yoshiki's right, having to reach her hand under his back, while his arm gave him support over her twisted figure. Naomi was awkwardly arched over Satoshi, who looked like he was doing a poorly done back-bend.

"Can't... Breathe..." Satoshi whined, having Naomi's bust in his face. Her face was red, trying to give him room.

"Like your view?" Yoshiki teased. Ayumi laughed, feeling a little ashamed to have encouraged her friend.

"Yoshiki... Shut... AHHG!" Satoshi's arms gave out, bringing Naomi down onto him. She winced in pain, unable to lift herself off of his chest.

"Nakashima! Mochida-kun! Are you- OOF!" Ayumi reached her hand out, accidentally nocking down Yoshiki's. She landed on her side, moaning in discomfort. Yoshiki collapsed, quickly recovering.

"Shinozaki! Hey! Are you okay?" Yoshiki asked, coming to her aid. He picked up her head and neck so she could breathe easily.

"I'm fine." She laughed, sitting up. "Thanks, though." She just sat there, finding it sweet of him to be so concerned about her. "Nothing too bad. What about you?" She asked, placing her hand on the side of his face, turning it from side to side.

"I'm okay, th- Satoshi?" Naomi was still on top of him, being held down by arms that had wrapped around her. The breath had been knocked out of him, so he probably didn't know what was going on.

"Satoshi? Hey, are you- AH!" Naomi yelped. He began taking his arms off of her when he touched her bottom. She didn't want to be dirty, she just wasn't expecting that to happen.

"Naomi!" He cried, bolting upright, the smaller brunette on his lap. "S-sorry!" He sighed, his face an unbelievable shade of red. Yoshiki chuckled, still facing Ayumi, who had gotten closer to him. Naomi just looked at him, rubbing the back if her neck.

"It's okay..." She moved off of his lap.

"Dude, don't touch her ass like that!" Yoshiki finally broke. Satoshi frowned and got up.

"Don't molest Shinozaki!" They began fighting like kids. Naomi and Ayumi sat together now, laughing at them.

"So, you and Kishinuma?" Naomi whispered. She shrugged, still not sure.

"He's sweet...Anyway, you and Satoshi?"

"Heh, we're comfortable with each other."

"I'LL say." Naomi playfully punched her arm, still watching the boys.

"Yoshiki, you pervert!" Satoshi yelled, pushing him.

"How am I the pervert? You got your face in Nakashima's boobs and your hands all over her butt!" Yoshiki yelled back.

"You keep pointing stuff out like like THAT, while you have YOUR hands on SHINOZAKI!" They continued to argue.

"They're such dumbasses." Naomi sighed.

"This IS entertaining, though." They both laughed, continuing to watch.