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A day at the fair.

She had asked him along with her, on the premises that she had extra tickets since Yuffie could not make it, and since he had happened to be hanging around while Yuffie rejected her offer, she had thrust the ticket in his hand and demanded that he had better go with her. He complied.

It was the fourth Ferris wheel ride and counting. The small cubicle reeked of sugary carbonated drinks with a slight tint of human sweat, the seats were faded and their knees and legs were a mess, him having obnoxiously long legs so that they both couldn't fit properly into the cubicle. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

He looked her over. Pretty, with huge indigo eyes which everyone described as "eyes you could drown yourself" and a smile with the brightness of a street lamp.

She seemed so perfectly in place, because she was so easily substituted to just be placed about anywhere to replace the faded wallpaper. She was just as noticeable as the wallpaper prints. She was just as replaceable as anyone else. A pretty little thing, she was a pretty little thing. He stood out like a sore thumb, with gravity-defying funny wisps of hair which people described as "weird" and blue eyes.

Even in the cubicle of the Ferris Wheel, she seemed like such a typical, generic girly girl, squealing in Ferris Wheels and swooning over Riku (well at least she used to). He liked to read and invent recipes, which got her complaining about his uniqueness. Was he that weird?

She was nothing special to him. He was nothing special to her.

…Or so it was expected to be.

"What'cha staring at?"

He stared. She waved a hand in front of him.

Then he leaned in and kissed her.

Tastes like strawberries, he thought. Typical girly fruity flavour. She pushed him away and stared at the ground.

He stared at her.

Finally, she looked up and grinned.

"You are so weird I swear."