k. new story. uhm. this is a prologue. yeah. so, flame is you want, i dont care. i'm trying to get back into writing, i spend to much sitting in my room listening to music and drawing. i don't mind it.

i have the perfect hand to write with, and have the perfect pen. too bad i'm too wrapped up listening to bands.

next time i try to get deep in an authors note, just shoot me.

The Plain Air of Here.
o1: Haunting

Pang.

That'd be the feeling I'd get when something disturbed me. Not in the sense of pure grotesque distubance, just the kind where you get so pissed off your stomach starts to churn and your head feels like there are rocks being thrown at the back of it.

PANG.

This is why I never wanted to talk to him, boyfriend or not. It wasn't what he said, but what he didn't say. He liked my music, my style... But for some reason he acted like he didn't care when he was around his friends. He would try so hard. I knew he was faking his interests to impress them.

That's why I kept feeling these pangs.

"Oh, I love them. Their music really speaks to me." he tryed to put that sound in his voice. The one where you would try to change your opinion, and if someone would say, 'But you just said you didn't', they would act stupid, like they had no idea what you were talking about.

"Please, just tell the truth. If you don't like my music..." I sighed. All I had to do was inhale, exhale... I would be fine. I wouldn't have to rip out his throat. Just... breathe...

"I just said I didn't. You know how it works when I'm around my friends."

"Please. Just leave me alone."

We wouldn't have these problems if he just got some new friends. You know, the ones who were just calm. Collected, y'know? But he'd been friends with these ones since he was three. Or at least, that was the excuse he made. I understood, even though it still pissed me off. These boys he hung around, well, they were just plain assholes. They wouldn't watch out for you. If you fell into a trench that was thirty-feet deep, they would laugh and poor their BudLight on you.

This had already happened to him.

He knew how I felt about his friends. I was not impressed with them. I don't even think he liked them, but they made him popular. Why I had to start dating him, well, it was because when I talked to him alone, he was amazing. When he showed me his favorite CDs, they were same as mine.

I wasn't even popular. I didn't want to be. The pressure that comes with it is unbearable, or so I had observed from the nights he would call, almost crying, saying how something had happened, someone had done something to a 'loser'. Something like telling them to drink something that had acid in it.

This boys name that I fell for?

Sora.

And mine?

Kairi.

The most extreme opposites on the school popularity system, with completely different friends. And a huge secret.