Hello. My name is Sora. I am twenty-one and I live on my own, in a large apartment complex by the ocean in California. Since I have lived here, I have had exactly one bad day. And it was only bad because I spilled my Cheerios.

I just so happen to hate life.

Oh God. Nobody understands my pain. I have a stalker named Kairi that lives in the apartment complex a few blocks away from mine, and I am now being forced to share my apartment with one of Tidus's friends. Why you ask? Because he can't find an open apartment at the moment and with Tidus having three roommates already, his place was NOT an option.

Stupid Tidus.

But to be quite honest, slashing all of the drama, I hated life because of its complete lack of excitement. Sure I had an awesome job and awesome friends, but nothing ever happened to me that I would type up in a blog on the interweb, because I felt it was so amazing and fun-filled, that the world needed to know about it. I needed something to blog about.

I yawned, sitting up in my bed, shifting my eyes to stare at the red numbered alarm clock on my bedside table; it read one pm. It was so early! Lying down, I tried to go back to sleep, but the restlessness of my hungry ferret Triplo kept me awake.

"Triplo!! Why the hell are you up so early…?" I swore swinging my legs over the edge of my bed. At the moment, I was only wearing my black and white checkered boxer shorts. Whatever. It wasn't like that guy was coming today. Even if he was….

Who could resist my sexy body?

My cherry wood floors creaked as I made my way down the stairs and into my kitchen, and emptied a packet of Friskies into Triplo's bowl. The now ecstatic Trip' scampered over to his newly acquired food, and started to eat.

"You're going to get fat you skinny bastard." I mumbled. Trip paid me no mind. He knew that with as much junk food and booze I consumed, my body would go to crap before his would just off of too much Friskies.

Stupid ferret.

I sat down in a cushioned chair at my table, and sipped a cup of black coffee I had just made myself. I was about to take another sip when the annoyingly happy voice of my stalker came from my doorway.

"Sorraaaaaa!!" She screeched from the front room. "Someone is here to seeeee youuuu!!"

I groaned standing, and dragged myself to the door. "Who the hell is it Kairi…?" I asked.

Apparently, my question wasn't necessary. In my doorway stood a tall, lean, silver haired boy, holding two suitcases.

"This Sora; is your new roommate! Riku!" She exclaimed.

I hate Kairi.

"The name is Sora. There's a guest room somewhere upstairs. Make yourself at home. And don't be distracted by my hot body. I know it's hard not to stare, as Kairi has proven to us, but if you are going to, please ask." I said bluntly. Sure I sounded like a jerk of sorts, but I couldn't help it. What was so special about this guy? What sort of excitement was he supposed to bring into my life?

The now pink Riku raised and eyebrow. "Upstairs? Sure." He said, ignoring my other comments completely.

Riku quickly made his way past me, and started his way up the stairs.

"Ha. Sora, you do realize he is straight right? Of course I would never believe it, but he swears up and down he wouldn't even LOOK at anything without a set of these and a vaj." Kairi snorted, grabbing her chest.

I thought about that for a second, a little disgusted by Kairi's chest grabbing, and remembered the black, muscle-emphasizing shirt Riku was wearing.

"No straight man would wear a shirt that tight." I said trying to shut the door.

"Humph." She replied ever so wittily.

I slammed the door and locked it out of fear of her wanting to play Disturbia again with me. I walked back into my kitchen to find, none other than Triplo, drinking my coffee.

"Well. Fuck you to!" I muttered, slapping my ferret to the ground.

After making myself a new cup of coffee, and reading the newspaper, I started my way upstairs. Now, usually when I walk upstairs the only thing I hear is the creaking of the wood beneath my feet. But as I made my way up today, I heard singing.

What the fuck?? I thought smirking.

Slowly, I worked my way top step, and poked my head into the guest room. What I saw was the most hilarious thing I had seen in a long time.

Riku sat in the chair by his dresser, and leaned into the mirror, a straightener in his hand, and the off tune melody of " Simple and Clean" escaping his lips.

"A straightener?" I asked stifling a laugh, clearly interrupting his concentration.

"What?" he asked, turning to look at me. "You think this hair straightens itself? Um, I don't think so." He scoffed, turning his attention back to the mirror.

My grin widened as I exited the room, closing the door behind me.

"And Kairi said he was straight..."

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TST-- So here it is. The first chapter of the edited Skittles and A Ferret. Some of the changes are noticeable, and some of them are very little and you probably won't catch them. : ) I appreciate All of you who read and reviewed, and loved and the old, rough Skittles, but I'm sure this one is a little easier on the eyes. I also noticed some plot holes, so I suggest re-reading it just in case there is something you will need to know that I didn't mention before. I don't expect a whole new bunch of reviews, but it would be nice to receive a few. : )

Thanks so much for reading!