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I'm Not a Model

Chapter 17

"I'm just having a shitty day, just let go," I asked, trying to keep my voice from wavering. I unraveled myself from Cloud's grasp, turning to face him with a glare.

"Shitty days usually don't involve someone crying," Cloud murmured. "Here I am, standing outside in a rainstorm for you, and you can't even be polite." He pulled his hood off his spiky blonde hair, as if for me to look at him better.

"It's none of your concern, I can deal with it by myself," I said, a strong bite was in my voice. Was I really that irritated by his presence? Did it put me on edge that badly?

"No, you can't."

"Yes, I can. If I wanted help dealing with my issues, I wouldn't ask you." I turned around, and quickly made my way down the wet, concrete steps of the school. Cloud took one step forward, his chucks gently hitting the hard concrete surface.

"Fine, if you want to be that way. I'll find you again later," He was teasing me in the worse way possible. My face flushed, and I was glad I was facing away from him so he couldn't notice. Find me again later? A dread was crept up my body as I kept walking away from him, and an excitement held its grip firmly on my throat.

I'm just going to go home, fuck it.

"Riku, telephone!" My mom yelled when she flung open my bedroom door. "It's that one kid… the one with the funny brown hair."

"Gimme the phone," I said half drowsed from a nap. Did she have to be that friggin' loud? She tossed the cordless phone at me, and I barely caught it with one hand. I sat upright in bed, tossing the covers off of me as she closed the door to go mind her own business.

"Yo."

"Riku!" Sora sounded stressed, in his weird panicky tone.

"What the hell are you yelling my name for? I'm right here on the phone, no need to raise your voice."

"Sorry, but I think I better tell you something you might find to be bad and or it may just make you mad," he lowered his voice to it's normal tone, thank God.

"… Do I have to know?" Can you blame me for asking? Whatever he's talking about just sounds like another thing I have to deal with.

"Um, well, you see… After school, Cloud randomly showed up to orchestra… and he kind of..."

"Don't even say anymore, whatever you're going to say will just translate to 'Kill that son-of-a-bitch blonde haired freak.'" I sighed; tomorrow will bring new challenges, from what I can tell.

"… That saves me a lot of trouble explaining. If you don't want to tell you now, I'll tell you tomorrow! But I have other, much happier, news! My parents are gone for the night, and they won't be back until next morning."

I looked at the new, and somewhat improved, alarm clock sitting on my desk. A few minutes before 6:00, hmm? My day is looking up, "I'm going to assume that's an invitation?"

"Well, what else would it be?" Sora asked.

"Be over in a few," I said before clicking the phone off. I set the phone down, in favor of looking for my socks. Looking for my socks was taking forever, so I just said skip it, and slid my feet into my tennis shoes. It was kind of obvious I had slept in my clothes, and I ran my fingers through my hair to detangle it. I'm a guy, I'm not going to stand in some mirror and actually comb my hair. I exited my bedroom, only to damn near crash into my mother dearest.

'Where the hell are you going in such a rush?" She asked.

"Friend's house," I replied.

"… Why?" I'll give her credit; my mom is far from stupid apparently.

"Uh..," Think, Riku, think for the love of god- "He says he needs help reading sheet music!" it's a plausible excuse, I can read sheet music pretty well, considering I use to play saxophone. "It's his first year playing an instrument, and he can't remember what all the notes mean."

She eyed me with her suspicious glare for a moment, before saying "Fine, whatever, but just come home tonight, not in the morning." Okay, so that's happened before, but she left out the part about me coming home in a police car.

"I will, I will," I mutter before flying down the staircase and out the front door. And… it wasn't raining anymore, it was more like a small drizzle. The sky had lightened up while I was asleep, making everything a bit brighter, and even the birds decided to come out and whistle. Except… there were puddles everywhere. Nice, big puddles. I took off, sprinting my way from my place, down the street, making my way towards Sora's place.

"Open up, I know you're in there!" I was knocking on Sora's front door, trying to be as annoyingly loud as possible. Sora swung open his door with a disapproving look and let me in.

"Is all that really necessary?" He asked as he shut the door and locked it. The brunette turned around to face me with a disapproving pout, his arms folded flat against his chest.

"No, but old habits die hard," I said before planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Are you sure your parents won't be coming back tonight?" I want to make sure those weirdos aren't going to be interrupting anything interesting. Hell, they might even beat me down with a Bible and drag my ass to church knowing those freaks.

"They said they weren't going to be back for the night. It's their anniversary… or something to that effect," Sora replied cheerily. He grabbed my hand and led me away from the door, "I'm kind of hungry, so we're going to make something to eat!"

Did I mention Sora had no intention of actually cooking, but instead have me stand here in front of the stove, attempting to make something edible? Sora just threw random vegetables and a few cut chicken pieces at me and said for me to make stir-fry. He said he's handling the rice, but he's just sitting there at the table, trying to figure out how many cups of rice will feed the both of us. Cooking is not his forte from what I can tell.

"Sora, hurry up with the damn rice! What's the problem!" I turn around and look at him, while trying not to get too distracted that I burn the vegetables. "Just follow the instructions on the box!"

"But the instruction on the box makes six servings! That's too much rice!" The brunette whines as he points towards the instructions that indeed say something about six servings.

"Here, give me the box," I say, and he willing hands it over. "Stir the vegetables and add the chicken in," I tell Sora as I move to the left to rummage around in the cabinets for a pot. After finding what I'm looking for, I head towards the sink to put water into the moderately sized sauce pan.

"Are you even measuring that?" Sora asks.

"Measuring is for the weak, guesstimation is for those who actually want to finish cooking," I say, as I place the pot on the eye of the stove, right next to the stir-fry Sora is damn near burning. "And stop worrying about what I'm doing, stir the food up!" I turn on the eye for the rice pot, and I gradually pour rice into the water. Sora is still, somehow, struggling with the concept of stirring hot food properly so I shove him aside.

"Go find a top for that pot, Sora. You're not allowed to help cook anymore," I mutter. He pouts, showing that he is displeased with my decision. The rice comes to a boil, and Sora, who actually finds a cover, places it on the rice pot. Because of Sora's complete incompetence, the stir-fry ends up being done before the rice. I turn the heat down low so it keeps the food warm without scorching it.

"I'm tired and hot now, this is too much work for me," I complain, giving Sora the infamous 'this is all your fault' look.

"… Sorry?" Sora tries to play his innocent card, knowing it'll make me crumble under his finger tips.

I think he's getting smart on the ways of getting out of trouble.

"The rice will take about ten to fifteen minutes, so what to do in the mean time…?" I was thinking about hot making-out action, but Sora clearly had something else in mind. He left the kitchen, and headed into the living room. Plopping himself right in front of the television, Sora opened the television cabinet and started pulling out…

"Super Smash Brothers: Melee?" He looked up at me expectantly as I made my way over to him.

"Fuck yeah."

After the continuous ass beatings, Sora finally gained the upper hand. I had 50 knockouts, while Sora had 52. Versus Melee mode was set so it had nothing but pokeballs as items, along with bob-ombs. We hadn't forgotten about the rice, so Sora got up from his spot on the carpet to go turn it and the stir-fry completely off.

"Winner is declared with sixty knockouts," I said when he came back. Sora gave me a cocky grin as he picked up his controller.

"Think you'll win?" He stupidly asks.

I don't think I'll win, I know I'll win.

"Oh, we'll see, we'll see," I cast a sly look his way.

After picking our characters, and selecting to other random, CPU-controlled characters, we started our final match. I was definetly counting all of my knockouts, really making sure to knock Sora's character out the most, while he himself did the same. The brat only needs one more kill and he wins… I can't let him win. It's now or never.

"Sora, guess what?"

He doesn't peel his eyes away from the screen, "What?"

I paused the game, and he freaks out and looks at me as if he's about to jump my skin. Whatever jumping he was planning was immediately halted as I settled for peeling my shirt over my head.

I know I'm playing dirty, but who gives a fuck?

"Okay, I'm ready, I was just hot with that shirt on," I act as if nothing has happened as I un-pause the game. Sora's game is a little off, is he distracted by something…? I can feel him taking quick lil' glances at me… Oh shit-

"I win, brat," I look at him, and he realizes what the hell just happened. I knocked him and the CPU-controlled character out at the same time. Throwing bob-ombs are the key to success, remember that.

"No fair!" He whines immediately. "I knew I shouldn't have played by your weird rules!"

"My rules are awesome! Pokemon and bob-ombs make the action faster!" I replied. "You're just mad that you lost!"

"Am not!" He says.

"Yes you are!" That's all I can get out before, I find Sora on top of me. He managed to knock me down so I ended up flat on my back, and he settles for sitting right on my stomach.

"And you cheated! Taking your shirt off in the middle of a match…" Sora tried his best to look cute.

"No one ever said it was against any rules, and you could've easily taken off your shirt as well," I smiled. "Know what? You can take off your shirt right now." He looked mildly surprised by the last part, and he squeaked my hands found the hem of his over sized shirt. "Showing a little skin has never hurt anybody," I say before pulling upward, and Sora makes it easier by raising his arms for the shirt to slide off.

"Still not fair," the brunette whines more, before leaning down closer to my face. "You always play dirty."

"Not my fault you'd rather be a sucker and play clean. Now shut the hell up, I want mouth-action." And Sora willingly complied with that order, not whines or complaints. First just small, chaste, teasingly annoying kisses before Sora fully settled his weight on top of me.

"Riku… I'm getting… really...hungry," Sora managed to grate out between kisses.

"Too lazy to get up, and making out is better than food," I mumble around his lips.

"…" The next thing I know, the kid's up and gone, pretty much throwing himself into the kitchen.

"… Come back here, dammit! I assumed as the winner, I'd get sex or something along those lines as a prize!" I got up from my position on the floor, "And don't eat all of the food! I have to eat too, you know!"

Ahahaha, oi.

A long time… almost a year. I suppose an apology is in order… So Sorry? Lo siento? Gomen na sai? And I'm sorry if I butchered those last two languages. I hate Japanese, and I'm terrible at Spanish. While I was not writing up some fiction, I was at school, getting a social life, yo'. And drawing stuff… I like to draw, can you blame me? Fun times, fun times.

The point of this chapter was to prove I didn't completely abandon this fic. I was just out and around. Frankly, this fic will be the high point of my fanfiction career (no matter how I feel it's terribly written). And I mean, come on, this chapter is kinda cute, though short. Might be a few (maybe a lot) of errors, but whatever. None of you reviewers will complain if you desperately want another chapter! (I'm evil, watch me be evil.)

In other news, I bet all of you went out and bought Kingdom Hearts 2… like a bunch of suckers. I'm going to be cheap and lazy and wait for the price drop (which comes in a couple months, it's only logical). Or I'll go look for a used copy. My cheapness even astounds me at times. Square-Enix, you're not getting 50 friggin' dollars from me! Ya' hear me?

Those bastards were lucky they got 10 dollars from me when I bought FF7.