10 Rules for Finding Mr. Right

A/N: So, what do you think of the title? :P

Yeah, so, I watched the movie He's Just Not That Into You, and I got this idea.

So, yeah, this story will be 10 chapters long, every chapter introducing (read: Riku introduces) one rule for finding Mr. Right. I do not guarantee these will work, though, so if you wanna try them, do it at your own risk. Hehe.

Oh, and Sora will be paired with quite a lot of people, though nothing explicit and sometimes Sora's just saying he's dating the person. Just warning. And the characters are pretty OOC, so don't kill me...

Yeah, so, on with the story? And I don't own KH.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Vexen!"

"Oh… Sora."

"You promised to call but I didn't hear from you for two days. Is everything ok?"

"Um, yeah, everything's great. I'm sorry but I'm in a bad place right now. Mind if we talk later? I'll call you."

"Oh, yeah, sure."

"Bye."

The beeping told me Vexen had hung up already. I stared at the phone, sighing. That's what he said last time, 'I'll call you'. He never did.

"Great. And I didn't go drinking with Kairi and the rest of them because I thought he was gonna take me on a date", I mumbled to myself.

Friday night, all alone at home. Gee, sounds good.

I had met Vexen through a friend of a friend or something of the sorts. The first time we hung out seemed promising, and we were quick to exchange numbers. And that's about that. No dates after that, no calls, not texts. Nothing.

I guess you could say I'm a loveholic. A hopeless, incurable romantic. I cry like a baby when I watch romantic movies. I'm a mass consumer of romance novels. The whole industry might actually collapse if I stopped reading them – and I'm not kidding!

And, my quest for finding my Mr. Right is bordering on an obsession, because I truly believe he's waiting for me somewhere. Who knows, maybe it's the cashier on the small store behind the corner. Or the guy that brings me mail at my work – he's just so obviously gay.

I've gone through so many guys I probably couldn't even count them even if I had two pairs of hands. I had a therapist once that said I'm afraid of being alone, but it's not true. I'm terrified of being alone.

And, if I'm completely honest, I probably would've gone through more guys if only I hadn't grown up on a small island with only five homosexuals, including me. And two of them were girls. Try finding the love of your life when you have as much as two people to choose from – and they ended up together anyway.

I sat up on my bed, where I had been lying. Stuffing my phone into my back pocket, I pondered on what I should do. I didn't really feel like joining Kairi and the others, since I don't want to explain why I'm not on a date like I said I would be. I knew I didn't want to be alone. It would be enough if I was at least around other people.

It was then that I remembered a friend of mine talking about a new bar that had just opened the week before. So, making up my mind, I put on the clothes I had planned to wear on the date with Vexen and headed out.

I walked through the park near my apartment. It was filled with giggling, smiling, kissing couples, all holding hands, all in love. So unlike me.

I tried my best to ignore them, instead turning my attention to the setting sun. I inhaled the fresh air, smelling the freshly cut lawn. The air was humid, and it was probably gonna rain. Should've brought my umbrella.

It only took me five minutes to arrive in front of the neon sign of the Wonderland. It wasn't a small place, but not too big either. The inside was very colourful, with modern sofas and a bar made of glass. The staff was easy to spot, since they all had black skinny jeans, a black dress shirt and a bright turquoise tie.

I decided I might enjoy the place. The atmosphere was relaxed. Most of the customers were pretty young. Some of them were dancing, or more like grinding against each other on the dance floor, while others just sat and chatting with their companions. Quite a few were also beside the bar, drinking and idly chattering with the two bartenders. One of them was a girl with blond hair. Her outfit was a black dress with a turquoise bow around her waist.

But the other bartender caught my eye. He was gorgeous with a capital GORGE. He had long silver hair, and god did the tie bring out his beautiful eyes. Too bad guys like him were usually straight, taken or both.

I wandered over to the bar and sat down, listening to the music coming from the huge speakers, and the thumping of the bass.

There were a lot of couples in wonderland too. If nothing more, at least they were couples for this one night, but I never was one for one night stands. Could it really be so hard to find someone to grow old with.

"Love troubles?" Someone asked with a low voice, the kind that gave you goosebumps.

I turned to look towards the sound. It was the silver haired bartender with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile on his narrow lips.

"Excuse me?" I asked, not quite remembering what he had said.
"I've been a bartender long enough to know what's troubling people just by looking at them. And from you I get the feeling of a recent heartbreak", the man said, making a drink of some kind while talking.

"Well, I guess you could say that", I said, shrugging. He smiled, serving a young woman her drink.

"There you go, beautiful", the silverette said, flashing that smile of his.

I see. A womanizer.

"So, can I get you something?" the bartender asked, turning towards me and leaving the woman to look dreamily at him.

"Surprise me", I challenged, making the silver haired man grin.
"Very well", he nodded.

It didn't take long for me to get so, ahem, tipsy that I started spilling all my worries to the gorgeous man.

"I'm always calling him. I know he's busy and all, but it's always me that calls him. Should I talk to him about it? About how I feel?" I asked, probably saying the same thing for the third time already.

"Pardon me for being so straight-forward, but you should stop calling him. If he really is interested, he'll call you. If he's not, he won't. Simple as that", the man said.

"But what if he doesn't call…" I whispered, sighing. The silver haired man offered a small smile. Suddenly I realized something.

"Hey, Mr. Bartender, what's your name?" I asked. I had completely forgotten to ask.
"It's Riku."
"I'm Sora."
"I know. You've told me a few times", Riku laughed.
"Oh… well, it's nice to meet you, Riku."
"Likewise."

Rule #1:

Mr. Right will call you.

A/N: Please review! I'll love you forever!

~Lumeton