To Love Alone
Dreams of Wishes
"Hello," Sora called to the nothingness ahead of him.
"Hi," a voice called back. Familiar, but too distant to distinguish.
"Who's their?" Sora asked.
"Who? You know who," It said again. The voice grew closer.
"No, I don't. I can't see," Sora stated. The voice chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"You. So simple," It said. No it was really close.
"Simple? I am not simple," Sora said frustrated.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Well, then who am I?"
"I don't know," Sora said confused. It laughed again. Sora caught on this time. The laugh was perfect. It was a laugh that made you want to smile, even if you angry or said. It was silly, yet, it kept a masculine tone that was sexy. "Riku?"
"Of course. Who else would be here? Don't you think I am here a little too often, though?"
"As if it is my fault," Sora pouted.
"Well, if you would stop being a coward and just tell me how you feel, maybe you wouldn't have to wish it happened, then dream about it night after night," Riku told him.
"Fantastic! I am arguing with my subconscious. I really do need to do something," Sora said.
"Yes, but in the meantime, we can still enjoy ourselves, can't we?" Riku said, finally coming out of darkness and grabbing Sora's hands.
"I suppose, but it won't help me much," he said sadly. Riku caressed his face softly as if wiping away a fine powder. He gently pressed his lips against Sora's. It comforted Sora, but he knew it would not go very far, no matter how hard he wished.
"I know it's hard," Riku said. Sora let himself be embraced by Riku's arms. Although it was fake, he could smell the small dash of cologne Riku put on at school. It felt nice to simply be held by him. Sora wished it would never end, but as always, it ended inevitably.
"Sora, you're alarm clock has went off three times. How far back are you in that head of yours," his mother said, sitting on the side of his bead as she stroked his forehead. She often did this. She was worried he was always sick, especially lately. His feelings for Riku certainly changed him. He always felt sad and lonely. He wondered if he could ever just forget his feelings. He knew they would never come true.
"Sorry, mom. I was just dreaming, I guess," Sora yawned.
"Honey, some times I wonder if you are even alive in here. Seems like every time you go to sleep lately you end up sleeping through the alarm. I can't figure out what is wrong. If you aren't sick, then-"
"It's nothing. I've just been enjoying the extra sleep, that's all," he lied to her. She looked at him. A desperate look that told him she wanted to know more. She wanted to help him, but Sora could not let her. He was not sure his problem would be something she would want to solve.
"All right. Well I am leaving for work soon, so hurry up and get ready and I can drop you-"
"I'll walk," Sora said quickly as he crawled out of his bed.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. I don't want you to be late anyway," he lied again. Truthfully, he just did not want to play twenty questions on the way there until she figured out what was wrong. She sighed, walked to the doorway, and stopped.
"Have a good day today," she said quietly.
"Ya, sure. You too," he said as he pulled out blue jeans and a random shirt from his dresser. She tried to give a consoling smile, but Sora simply could not bring himself into a good mood. He would go to school, watch Riku, wish he would somehow like him, then come home depressed. A cycle. A pathetic cycle that he wanted to break, but could not.
He was friends with Riku. He could not say best friends. Not anymore, at least. They were the best childhood friends, but now, Riku is more popular then him and that certainly has condemned their relationship. Riku talks to him different around his friends. Sora always feels like he is an obstacle around Riku with his group. As though Riku wants to approach him, but mostly wants to get around him when he gets there. Every time he is alone with Riku, (which is rare) Sora tries to force any hint or clue he can at Riku, but it fails. It fails and ends up nowhere. Which is probably for the better, considering Riku would never even consider such a thing. Going out with a boy. His reputation would be crushed.
Sora lazily changed into his clothes and went to find his shoes. One was on the top of the staircase. The other had somehow appeared in his room. He put them on and grabbed his book bag. He hesitantly walked out the door, wishing he could stay home and do anything else but go to school.
He walked down the sidewalk with his head down, ensuring his feet did not hit the cracks. Suddenly, he felt someone nearly tackle him to the ground.
"Hey Sora!" Tidus yelled. One of his friends, kind of. He had awkward conversations with Tidus, though, he imagined everyone did. He talked non-stop about blitzball. Sora only barely knew what it was. Tidus loved to brag about it to anyone who did not plug their ears. It bugged Sora a little, but he was not in the mood to care too much.
"Great news, guess what?" Tidus asked, excited.
"No," Sora said accidentally. "I mean...hehe...sorry."
"Umm...Okay...anyway, Riku is having a party tonight. Well, sort of a party. It will only be five people, but anyway, you are coming. Riku wanted me to ask-" Tidus said.
"Really!" Sora said, nearly jumping from excitement.
"Ya! I know isn't it great!" Tidus exclaimed, not actually understanding why Sora was so excited.
"Yes, it is," Sora said. He would be invited to a small party. Riku actually invited him to a party. That was good, right? This could be the perfect opportunity to tell Riku. Sora took a deep breath of confidence and let it out, feeling a much better mood coming upon him. He could not wait for tonight.