AN: Hi, this is my first story. This is a Roxette, I guess, no yaoi or anything. Let me know if you have any ideas I could use , I might be able to use it in another story. Thanks for reading!
Olette watched the sun sink below the horizon on Sunset Hill, adding a few brush strokes to her painting. She heard footsteps and turned just as the blond boy came into view.
"Hi Olette. Am I blocking your painting? I can come back later if you need me to." asked Roxas as he came up to her.
"Oh, no, you're fine. Actually, I was going to add someone into it, but I wasn't sure who. Could you move a little to your right? Thanks, that looks great." she replied, adding the beginning of a person leaning on the fence that circled the top of the hill.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"I come here for inspiration. A lot of people don't know it, but I write music." Roxas looked over the fence. "The sunset... it's so different. That's what I want my music to represent."
Olette looked around her canvas.
"Have you ever known someone, but only really noticed them until much later?" The question surprised even her, she had just been thinking about how different Roxas seemed lately, and how he had only seemed different to her.
"Yeah."
And suddenly he was right next to her, holding her close to him, their faces dangerously close...
A blond boy ran up Sunset hill, now in the shrouded in the night.
"Roxas? Olette?" he yelled. "Man, if I can't find them, my mom's going to kill me. 'Be responsible.' she said. 'It's your fault if they disappear, because you're the oldest.' They shouldn't need a babysitter!" he muttered to himself. He banked left at the top, seeing them lying down on the dirt, hands clasped together. He smiled, then quietly left the pair to sleep.
So that's it, my first fic. Reviews would be awesome!
Roxas