It needed to be done. It was just this constant nag in the back of my head. I couldn't help it! The plot bunny was being a bitch and planting little piles of poop-insanity in my head. And yeah, I suppose the need to write Roxiri had something to do with it as well. Hopefully this turns out to be a three shot. However if I go against my word (like I usually do), I guarantee this will be under ten chapters. I apologize beforehand for any typos. I didn't proofread (is lazy).

Enjoy anyway! :)

Pairing: Roxas/Kairi

Rating: T (For mild language)

Chapter 1

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Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here

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I couldn't exactly tell you the precise time I ended up falling in love with my best friend, Roxas. It could've been the time he won that ugly tiger for me at the school carnival; or the first time he brought chocolate cupcakes for me during that time of month; or even when he blew off one of his one night stands to hang out with me instead. I don't know. It just sort of happened.

When I first realized it, I threw a tantrum and attempted burning the stupid tiger, but my mother caught me before I got my hands on the lighter. It wasn't good – it still isn't good – to be in love with Roxas Strife. He was Twilight Town's player, a girl charmer, manwhore extraordinaire; he was all the synonyms one would find if they looked up lecherous idiot in the thesaurus. I don't know why it came as a sort of shock that I developed these kinds of feelings for the kid.

I mean we've been best friends ever since we've been in diapers – okay since we've been in pull ups. One of us was bound to grow the "Unrequited Best Friend Feelings" syndrome. I was the poor unfortunate soul to be diagnosed with said syndrome. And I suppose it's even worse for my particular case, considering Roxas's bad reputation with girls. Plus the fact that he does all the things that girls' parents like mine don't want their children associated with.

Doubly screwed, much?

But my parents trusted him. Because, like me, my parents have realized that since I am Roxas's best friend I would be forever glued to the friend zone in our relationship. Some parents.

Speaking of parents, they would absolutely kill me if they knew I had allowed Roxas to persuade me into coming to this stupid party. I never come to parties. I'm not like that. I'm not outgoing and crazy like people see Roxas (I call it stupidity). I'm the quiet girl – the one who is currently using her bottle of alcohol she's pretending to drink, to hide from the drunken idiots stumbling over themselves. Oh look, Roxas is included in that idiot category. Why am I not surprised?

I watch from my seat on the couch, as he sidles up to the nearest girl who's thrashing about to the music – completely wasted. I roll my eyes and cross my legs over. This is the part I hate the most. Watching him with another girl. I know he's like that, but since my recent discovery it's only served to make me a mega, emotionally bipolar bitch.

He's pulling the girl against him and they both sway to the music, or at least he's trying to make an attempt (a pathetic one, really). The girl leans back and rests her head against his shoulder, stupid pink face directed towards the ceiling. His lean pale arms stretch out, giving him better access to rest his large hands on her hips and… and why the hell did I decide to come again?

My hand clenches tightly around the beer bottle and I don't realize it until my fingers start cramping. Angrily, I rise from my seat and storm out the nearest exit, bumping into random people. It's more annoying because they're drunk and have no respect for personal space.

I'm almost a foot away from the front door when I hear someone calling my name.

"Kairiiii!" It's his slurred voice and it only aggravates me more. Why did I come? Why, why, why?

I ignore him as he continues to call out for me. The door starts looking better and better as the seconds tick by. My fingers wrap around the doorknob and I yank open the door. The cool breeze hits my face in an instant and I immediately forget that I left my jacket on the couch.

But the door closes sharply behind me, muffling the music. That techno shit that really freaks me out.

I sniffle loudly and breathe out a quivering breath. I didn't even notice I began crying back there. Great. My eyes dart around the porch for any witnesses, no one is out here of course. It's the middle of December. In other words, it's too cold for the potheads. I reach up and quickly wipe my eyes. My hands are already freezing as is the rest of my body. God I just really want to go home. I have the keys to my mom's Toyota. I could just dump the beer and sneak off to the car, put the keys in the ignition and drive away… But no I couldn't.

I can't exactly leave Roxas. I was the one that brought him here and I'm not comfortable with leaving him here, partly because it's dangerous, mostly because I don't want him staying the night with a girl.

I sigh, and settle for sitting down on the cold wooden step. I lean back against the rail, and hug myself to keep warm. I don't want to go back in there. Why did I come to this stupid party? I realize that I know the answer to that question but I refuse to acknowledge it, because I hate feeling like a fucking slave to my emotions. I must be some kind of masochist, I conclude. Why else would I have come, knowing full-well that this was the sort of thing I would see?

I feel another oncoming sigh. I can see my breath as it blows out of my mouth. It just only intensifies the shivering temperature.

He's an idiot. I hate him.

I know this isn't true – well the latter part to my statement. It's just been getting harder to be around him lately. It's hard to be around the person you're in love with – having your feelings grow into something more and more only to realize it's doomed to failure. It's depressing to be around him. And yet just the thought of spending time with him excites me. I don't know which feeling I hate more.

And it sucks ten times more when all of your friends can read you like a book. Everyone knows I'm desperately in love with my best friend, with the exception of the stupid idiot. Woe is me.

My head is starting to hurt. Maybe it was because I did drink a little. Just a little. Just to get me distracted. God even being around him is making me reckless. And I wanted to go driving? Geez, Kairi what the hell's wrong with you?

The sound of music pours into my frozen ears and then it muffles again. It barely dawns on me that someone has just come outside to join me. Yippee. I curl inwards to myself, trying to indicate that I don't want company. But I suppose it's a futile attempt anyway, practically the entire house is off their rockers.

A loud burp echoes through the cold air and my body stiffens. I recognize the person, even if I can't see them.

"Why'd you run off like that?"

My head tilts upwards to meet the blonde, in all of his glory, staring down at me. Roxas Strife gives me a frown, and reaches up to run the same hand that was on that girl, through his hair. He lets out another unattractive burp, ambling his way towards me.

"I just needed some air." I mumble, hating the way my voice quivers. He raises an eyebrow and plops down in a seat next to me. His blue eyes seem abnormally focused and I suddenly realize that maybe this kid isn't as drunk as I thought he was. The moonlight glints against his pale skin and he almost looks like a statue. His blue eyes squint in my direction and they literally look black in this light. The blonde hair sweeps around his eyes, adding to that mysterious look. It makes my heart race with excitement.

One of the many involuntary body reactions Roxas can cause. He's beautiful. And yeah, sure he was hot/cute or whatever adjectives used to describe someone being attractive, but Roxas held this marvelous quality to him. That kind of grand quality the statue of David, or those Greek god statues held. He can be a Calvin Kline model if he wanted to, but I would never admit that to his face – his head is already so swollen.

The sculpted lines of his jaw shift vertically, and his full lips move. After a moment of blatant staring, I realize – with a flushed face – that he was still indeed talking to me.

"Um, what?" I try to salvage as much pride as I can from that blunder. His lips twitch into a patronizing smile, which only makes the red in my cheeks darken.

"You forgot to bring your jacket out with you, didn't you?" He questions, he's still being a condescending prick, as he brings the jacket out from around him and hands it to me. I glare, as I snatch it away, inside however, my stomach is doing somersaults.

"Thank you." I say, wrapping the jacket around me. It's warm from being inside and I'm so incredibly grateful that I'm wearing it now. He lets out a low chuckle, before grabbing my abandoned bottle of beer and taking a swig. He lets out another burp, scooting closer to me. I can smell the alcohol on his breath as he wraps an arm around me. I tense up immediately. I feel frozen all over again and it has nothing to do with the temperature outside.

"Um…" I feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's because I wasn't expecting this or maybe it's the fact that he's putting all of his fucking weight on me. I manage to squeeze out from under his arm, and he falls towards the rail, hitting his head.

"God, you could've warned me you were moving." He complains, rubbing his head with a sour expression. He frowns again, as he takes yet another long drink.

"Sorry." I utter, wiping the back of my jeans awkwardly. His expression is still rather annoyed as he stares up at me, leaning his head against the rail. He brings the bottle to his lips as he eyes me. My face flushes under his heavy analyzing gaze. His eyes squint and I can feel him reading me – or at least trying to. As far as I know, he doesn't speak Kairi.

"What's up with you?" He questions, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration.

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno… you've just been acting different lately." He answers, irritation lacing his voice. I hesitate. Okay so maybe he wasn't an idiot after all. My throat dries up suddenly and I'm left speechless. What do I say to that? Do I lie to him?

Maybe I should've just drunk the whole bottle.

My eyes dart away from his unrelenting stare. They lower until they're resting on his neck. It's safe. Well safe to talk to. I can't expect much from a neck right? It doesn't talk, it'll just be there and occasionally move whenever he talks but that's – wait what the hell is that! My gaze zeroes in on the pink smudge that looks suspiciously like lips pasted on the left side of his neck.

Why that little –

"What's it to you?" I snap, feeling just as irritated as the blonde looks.

"There! You're doing it again." He sputters. I feel my cheeks color considerably and I have to turn around so he won't see. I know I'm practically shining like a Halloween glow stick.

"Doing what?" I growl, staring straight at the empty street in front of me. It's easier to form coherent thoughts and speech when I don't look at him… like at all.

"You're being all un-Kairi." He whines.

"Un-Kairi? That's not even a real word Roxas." I growl. I can feel him roll his eyes. "And how would you even know? You seemed pretty distracted by that stupid bimbo with the boobs! Ugh! And so what if I'm feeling a moody? It's a free country! I'm entitled to feel anything I want to. We learned that in Government, not that I expect you to know that. It's not like you pay attention in that class anyway, you've probably got your eyes glued to your stupid phone." I huff, and stuff my hands in my jacket pocket. I'm riled up and I know I should calm down, but things are just pouring out of my mouth like word vomit. "But I'm not feeling moody okay! I'm not. I'm just… not having fun. No, it's not because of the bimbo, so just get that idea out of your head. Why did you bring me here? Do you realize I could be grounded for life if my parents found out? And I doubt all that sweet charming talk will dissuade my mother when she's angry… and geez, did you have to dance with that girl? She was totally a – a – what do they call those girls in that stupid show you watch? – oh, a grenade, that's it! She was a grenade, Roxas. You could do so much better. I don't understand why you set your standards so low. You should just settle down with someone like…"

I stop short. Crap. I've said too much. I hate that about myself. Once I get angry I'm just sort of this unstoppable force. I suck in a deep breath, feeling my face warm, and sharply turn around. The words are on my tongue – the words that'll save my skin before things get incredibly awkward. My mouth is even open and I'm just about to let it all spill out, when I notice I don't have to.

The jerk is fast asleep against the porch rail. Are you kidding me? So he was drunk the entire time!

I don't know if I should feel pissed off or relieved.

I settle for the latter. I mean, I can't really stay mad at him. Not when he looks so freaking adorable like that. I sigh, and return to the steps, taking a seat. His body is warm next to mine, and I can't help but scoot closer.

"Seriously, if I wasn't in love with you I would've already killed you by now."

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I put the car on park and wait outside for Roxas. It's Monday and I really hate to be late. But knowing him, he's probably just got out of bed. I lean against the seat and drum my fingers against the steering wheel.

I didn't get home until around midnight. That was still early – according to Roxas.

Speaking of the idiot, I can see him bustling out the front door. He looks dead tired and upon closer inspection his eyes are bloodshot. He's still wearing the same clothes from last night and I can't help but roll my eyes. He could've at least changed.

Once he opens the passenger door, a wave of Axe hits me full on and I almost choke.

"There's a thing called a shower, you should consider taking one." I cough out, rolling down the windows immediately. He scowls, moving in to sit down and throwing his bag down.

"Ha. Ha." He mumbles sarcastically, digging into his backpack and pulling out his sunglasses. I hate the way my first reaction is to swoon. God, you're such an idiot Kairi.

"Goodmorning." I greet anyway, ignoring his sour mood. "I brought you coffee."

Because you're a sucker and I knew you'd be hung over.

Immediately his scowl switches into a bright smile. He happily grabs the mug that's logged in the cup holder and holds it in both hands reverently. He shoots me a thankful glance.

"You're the best!" He exclaims.

I start the car before he notices the way my face has turned a ridiculous crimson.

The car ride to school is unusually silent. Unusually, because most of the time Roxas would turn the radio on right about now. My eyes shift towards him but then I quickly look away. He's staring back at me. Okay this was new.

My face heats up in embarrassment. Why, of all days, did I choose now to not do my hair and make up? I cough uncomfortably and focus my attention on the road ahead of me.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you staring?"

"I'm not staring."

I feel like shooting him a glare. I'm not an idiot. I know when someone is staring and he was definitely staring. I scoff and don't respond. But I can still feel his stupid, idiotic… gorgeous eyes on me. It's a long and difficult drive to school, but somehow I manage to pull up into the school's parking lot. Thank god.

I jump out of car once I turn it off, grabbing my bag from the back seat. Roxas is quick to follow. He closes his door and I set the alarm on the Toyota. I was lucky that my mom didn't catch me sneaking back in last night or else I would've been car-less. And walking to school in the cold was sort of a death wish in Twilight Town.

I wrap my scarf tightly and bury my hands in my pockets. I let out a short breath, watching as it forms in the cold.

The late bell is going to ring soon and I really want to get inside – partly because I hate being late and because I want to be somewhere warm. But I know Roxas is stalling. I watch – with a perfectly disguised annoyed expression – as he gulps the rest of the coffee.

He lets out a satisfied 'ahh' and wipes his mouth, smiling devilishly.

"Thanks for the coffee Cherry," Roxas says, dropping the mug into my hands. I blush angrily. I really hate when he calls me that. It's a stupid name and I know he's making fun of me because of my hair. Just because it's a ridiculous color. And isn't as nice and perfect as his meticulously spiked hair (even if he did have bed hair today).

He pauses when he's beside me, and leans down. "And just so you know, I was awake."

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Reviews are lovely by the way.

Also the song is "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver