#i had a rant for the tags written but internet fucked up and it didnt post and now i cant be bothered to write it all again

[haunted-xander]

Terra voice how do I tell my teacher slash parental figure I think the new kid might be a victim of child abuse

#i think about pre-bbs ven way more than i should #i had a rant for the tags written but internet fucked up and it didnt post and now i cant be bothered to write it all again #just know i have feelings. a lot of them #terra #aqua #ventus #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts birth by sleep #kh #kh bbs #art #my art #xanders art #digital art #fan art

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Pink and blue clouds (Holy, Part 3.)

Series description: Your bestie Kim was a free-spirited person who wasn’t exactly concentrated on finding herself a partner. Yet one day, she recieves a phone number and this time, you didn’t want to keep the person on the other end hanging. And so, you text them, no matter who they are.

Part summary: You learned that alcohol makes people much more courageous - and you also established an internet friendship.

A/N: I'm sorry for typos and stuff, I'm not on my PC and this one had broken keyboard, so most of it was written on phone. ❤️

Word count: 2.2 K

Tagging: @nemodoren​ @deadpoolcouldshootme​

Sydney’s tape: go fuck yourself

Series masterlist: H E R E

You've spent hours texting that person that night, trying to get to know them... At least a bit. Sure, it was still weird as hell to text someone completely strange, but since you were drunk, it didn't come across to be as weird as you'd normally say. The only thing you remembered, but weren't sure about, was that the person on the other side of the screen was a girl. You quite vaguely remembered Aaron saying that it's a she. But you were cool this time; she used the word cool a serious lot.

Whoever she was, she was right about the clouds that day. They were everywhere on the scale from blue to pink, making you notice that most likely, it will be very windy the following day. She told you that she was reading a book - she didn't tell you the title, but she hinted at the genre being fantasy or something like that; her brother liked superheroes and fantasy, so she wanted to know a bit more about it. You told her that you were on a small getaway from Brownsville, telling her one important information - you were living in the same town as she was.

And Sydney could tell that you were drunk as fuck. But... She thought it's funny. Your little spelling errors were funny, cute almost. Honestly, you seemed to be cute as a whole. And she hadn't even seen your face, your personality didn't come through the texts at that point, but yeah, you were cute and cool. She didn't even know if you're a girl or a boy, or someone who identifies themselves differently. But drunk you? That put a smile on her face. And a big one. Especially when you asked if she likes chocolate ice cream while misspelling the whole damn sentence.

You chatted nonsense for a moment before saying goodbye. Honestly, it was almost a problem to walk back inside the cabin in one piece since you've drunk almost three beers while chatting with the girl. When you almost broke down the door and looked around the room, Kim was suddenly present again - with the girl sitting next to her, wrapping all her limbs around Kimberly. And each of them was looking at you, acting silly and being drunk. Great. The remnants of your reputation were now in complete ruins.

"Where you've been for so long?" - Kim asked while standing up. You expected a lot, but you were quite amused by her reaction. When you snickered, Kim just rolled her eyes. You were done for. - "I was at... None of your business, Kim. I can ask you the same question, let's see how she'd like it." - Your eyes rolled down to Kim's girl, who just widened eyes and reddened completely. - "When did you got so fucking drunk?" - Kim asked only, taking your beer and the pack chips from your palm. At that, you giggled again. - "Wouldn't you want to know, weather boy?" - This time, Aaron chuckled at the vibe quotation.

"Yeah. You're going to the bed, come on." - You didn't want to go to sleep just yet. And no matter how hard you tried to fight back, Kim was almost a hundred times stronger than you. If she'd try a bit more, she'd most likely carry you to the bed with her telekinetic powers. Kim didn't hadn't any powers, but you liked to smack shit when you were drunk. In the end, she helped you to change into pajama, laying you down under one of the warm, fuzzy blankets she found in the house.

At that moment, your phone buzzed once more. Thus sent you on the edge again. Within seconds, you were sitting up, searching for your phone while Kim watched you with an amused smile. When she was done with watching you making a fool out of yourself, she slowly slipped the phone from behind her back. - "Who you're texting? Huh?" - Kim sat down on the bed, knowing just it's an unknown number and that the person was wishing you a good night. It was some time since you and David happened and any indication of you starting another... Something, that was excellent in Kim's opinion.

"I don't want to talk about that. I... Am fucking drunk man, I wanna sleep." - You yawned with a small smile, reading the text on your phone with your own eyes. The girl next to you smiled, even more, leading down to kiss the back of your head before making sure you're tugged in. The impressive thing to note was that you've fallen asleep even before she left the room.

On the other hand, getting up the next morning was a living hell. You felt the light tearing your eyes apart, your head was spinning, there was the heavy feeling in your stomach and all. You hadn't got drunk this much in a long time, so you almost forgot how it's like to have a huge hungover like this. The first thing you did was checking your phone - finding the last and unread message the person had sent you the other night.

And oh boy, when you saw all the texts you've sent them... Fucking God, you were drunk beyond socially acceptable. You couldn't understand half the text you've written in there, but she seemed to understand a lot of them. Also, you didn't have any explicit or weird questions, jokes, or comments, which was a good thing as well. In translation - you didn't make an insufferable jackass out of yourself. This also made you furrow a bit - since when you cared about making a good impression on an unknown person? Sure, your mom taught you manners and good behavior, but... From when did you care about leaving an impression?

Naturally, the first thing you've done was that you've apologized to them.

You: I am sorry for the shit I was texting yesterday. My head wasn't clear and... Yeah.

(Unknown number): I know, you've been drunk as fuck. It was sweet tho.

The girl just called you... Sweet. And you didnt know who the fuck she was. If it even was a girl and if Aaron had understood Stanley in the club you've been all at. Maybe it was a boy. Maybe it was the gay janitor from your school for all you could know. And this person despite not seeing you face to face though you were sweet when you were drunk. After the panic inside you passed, there was this warm feeling - almost happiness, you could say. Suddenly, a smile broke out on your face. Quickly, you laid back down, smiling widely. Holy moly, this was something.

You tried to act as if everything was okay, that there was no hangover and this fact was helping a lot. You even felt so good that you started cooking breakfast for everyone, dancing in the kitchen to quietly playing music. If the music would be a bit louder, you would be falling straight into a rage. So you kept it low under every condition that could come up. When Kim saw you standing in front of the stove, baking the bacon, she just popped her eyes out, sighing loudly.

"What the hell are you doing?" - She giggled, walking next to you. Just because her voice was a bit too loud for you, you groaned loudly. At that, she understood you're not as cool as you seemed to be at first sight. - "Okay, someone having a hangover. But making breakfast? A bald choice." - "I kinda have... A happy hangover." - Was what you answered, making her almost spit out the water she was just drinking. - "What?"

"I dude, I never fucking ever heard of something like a "happy hangover". A good hangover doesn't exist." - The girl swiftly leaned her bottom into the countertop next to the stove, looking you in the face as you mixed the eggs. - "So, there are only two possible reasons - one, you masturbated before getting out, which is, fine." - "Kim! Stop! You fucking pervert!" - You cried back, laughing at her nonetheless. When you pushed her shoulder, she started laughing even more. - "Or the mysterious someone had texted you something sweet. Which, I hope is true."

"Why?" - Was all you asked, turning the crispy bacon on the other side - having a grin breaking on your face. Kim just let out a long sigh, looking around the room you've been in - lingering around the dead moos' head hanging low above the fireplace. - "Because David deserves to see someone else making you happy. The he was supposed to." - Kim whispered. The breakup was pretty harsh, so you knew where this was coming from. Yet at the mention of David's name, your breath hitched and you almost let the pan go.

"Jesus, are you okay?" - Kim freaked out, making sure the pan's on the stove, put there properly. She didn't want you to burn your toes. - "I'm sorry for what I... I didn't mean to..." - "Stop it finally, Kim. I won't fall apart any minute now. I don't even know who is the person I'm texting, I don't know if it will lead anywhere, it's too early to call this a thing or anything else. David happened, I'm far behind it and you will shut the fuck about my relationships and if you don't, Kim, if you won't, I will singlehandedly stick this pan up your fucking ass. Are we clear?"

Whatever this rant was, it made Kim straighten up and pop her eyes out. This wasn't happening very often. You were the least dramatic of your holy trinity, you were the sweet baby everyone loved the most. Everyone was mostly teachers, adults, parents, and these who were normally responsible for stuff since you barely got into trouble. And when you could, you helped around. Yes, sometimes, you didnt have the best dictionary and you were rude, but that happened rarely. And this itsy bitsy rant was one of the rare ones. But Kim could sometimes fucked you up so much that you just let go.

This was almost nothing... But there could be days when you'd be ranting for an hour straight. And with how rarely this was happening, Kim rather quickly realized that you were indeed already fed up with her bringing up David a lot those days.

"Yea. We clear. Sorry, sis." - The girl got out nervously, walking to set the table for you and the others. You weren't ready to talk about... You didn't want to talk about David. And as usual, Kim made it all about David.

That day, you hadn't texted the mysterious girl again, thinking about what Kim had said. Which was bullocks, but you did think about it nonetheless.

But you did text her when you arrived back home - after having a long ass talk with your mom about how was the trip. You couldn't mention any alcohol, of course, but you focused on the other things - like Brock playing with he guitar and grilling with Kim. This made her hum happily, thinking her babygirl is still the sweet girl she always was.

You: Sorry for not texting you yesterday. I was feeling off.

This was the first time she hadn't responded in the course of the next few minutes. Which made you fucking nervous. And the more time passed by, the more nervous you were. You hadn't done anything wrong, right? She wasn't ditching you, obviously. She barely knew you a had no reason to ghost you. But you felt as if she was.

Yet when the text sound lit up the room, it felt as if you started to be alive again. You jumped on the bed to get a hold on your phone, frantically unlocking it. It seemed that you're worried about the text disappearing if you won't read it. 38 minutes passed since you sent the text; so you couldn't respond immediately.

That was the logic women possessed. No quick responding. Never. Under any circumstances.

(Unknown number): I didn't realized this is a thing that happens repeatedly.

This had the power to bring your self confidence down for a moment there. No. It didn't bring your confidence down. It destroyed it. Sure. This was a three day thing or so at that point. It was happening regularly. What made you think it was happening regularly? Just when you had a mental breakdown, another text beeped at the screen.

(Unknown number): But I want it to be happening. I want to get to know you better. If you don't mind... Fuck. I sound so fucking pathetic.

At the end of the text, you could almost hear her laughing. And honestly, it made you giggle and sigh loudly as you stated into the ceiling with your phone in your hand. You just made a friend online. A friend. Holy fuck. You made a friend without meeting them.

It was quite hard to concentrate on your studies when you tried to wait through the standard 'texting back' time. You tried jamming to old songs, read a bit, scrolled through social media - but you gave in after 25 minutes.

You: Yeah, this is a regular thing and you can't do a single thing about that.

Her response made you chuckle once again.

(Unknown number): Why do you think I wanna do a single thing about it? ;)

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