A/N: Hi guys! This is the changed story which used to be known as Don't Expect A Tip. It still features Roxas and Naminé as our main characters, so don't worry! I've read over it a few times and decided to stick with this one. I hope you guys enjoy it as well as I do!
I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix and Tetsuya Nomura do.
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Chapter 1
Throughout Destiny High's campus, a very loud screech could be heard rolling around in various key tones as the students bustled to each other about their past weekend and upcoming plans. One in particular, has no interest whatsoever, especially if it involved a specific specie of the human race. Girls.
"Come on, Roxas!" begged a fire-headed junior. "Just this once!"
"Axel, I said no!" cried the spiked blond who rode upon a skateboard. "Girls bug me."
"Come on, buddy," pleaded another companion who had a dirty blond mullet. "Just because you had bad experiences in the past, it doesn't mean you'll have it forever!"
"Demyx, not you too!" Roxas irritably cried. "Come on, why's it so important for me to come along with you guys?"
The two juniors stopped, facing their sophomore blond who halted his skateboard.
"What do you mean WHY?" emphasized Axel. "You're our best buddy!"
Demyx nodded silently. "Besides, it would be a bit weird for the other girl if she didn't have someone to talk to."
Roxas sighed and pushed onward upon his skateboard. "Ask Zexion or Marluxia or something."
"No way!" Axel immediately replied, making sweeping motions with his hands. "Do you know what happened last time?"
"Zexion didn't talk whatsoever and kept staring the girl down. And Marluxia, well, let's just say that PINK isn't that other girl's favorite color anymore," Demyx pointed out. Roxas couldn't help but let out a little snicker.
"So come on! Just this once! For us, man!" Demyx pleaded.
Roxas shook his head. "I already said no. Girls are girls. They're all the same."
Axel and Demyx looked at each other, not believing how ignorant Roxas was being.
"But you're like, popular with the whole freshman and sophomore chicks, aren't you?" asked Demyx.
"Yeah, but it's not like I care. They're only doing it because I'm 'cute'," Roxas bitterly quoted with his fingers. "During middle school, none of the girls wouldn't even talk to me because of how weak and dumb I looked every time I got bullied."
Axel scratched his cheek nervously. "Well, isn't that all in the past now?"
"It may be," Roxas said. "But it's still in my memory. Every girl is the same, and they'll always be that way."
"Roxas," Demyx sighed. "Aren't you being a bit sexist? Not every girl is like that."
Roxas scrunched his nose a bit. "So what? It's true."
The two juniors sighed simultaneously, giving up hope on their sophomore friend and followed after his aimless direction around the campus. Indeed, Roxas was quite popular, especially with the younger females. To them, he seemed like a skateboard hunk that does tricks all day to impress everyone and stand out. In reality, Roxas was just a skateboard junkie who abandoned his tricks long ago after the rejection he ascertained in middle school. Whenever a girl greeted, he'd ignore. Although it might seem rude to us, it seemed like a 'cool way' of greeting to his fan girls. It happened quite often, that Roxas would reject any offer or ignore any contact given from females. In time, it got quite annoying and experienced what it was like to be 'popular'. It didn't faze him how pretty or friendly a girl acted in front of him. In fact, he found it irritating that these girls change into a different character whenever their favorite person walked by or was around. None of them acted like their selves, and Roxas wouldn't even look in their direction anymore. Thus, his conclusion formed in his mind that "All girls are the same".
No one can change my mind.
The ear-ripping bell resonated throughout the campus at exactly seven o' clock, cueing the students to assemble in the large main building. Roxas nonchalantly followed after until he heard a coarse voice call from behind.
"Roxas get off that skateboard immediately or you'll receive detention for a month," scolded a dean.
"Alright alright, I'm off," Roxas mockingly droned hopping off his board and carrying it around his arm.
Demyx shook his head disapprovingly as Axel sighed a long breath before entering through the double-doors and into their designated classes. Roxas parted with his friends, since the juniors mainly have their lessons on the third floor while the sophomores resigned in the second. After passing lazily through the hallway, Roxas made a fashionably late entrance into his Geometry class not even noticing the two girls standing nervously by the doorway.
"Roxas, you're late," announced a very irritated teacher.
"Sorry, Cloud. Won't happen again," Roxas yawned.
"That's Mr. Strife to you. Go and take your seat," he demanded.
Roxas did so without a word and sluggishly slopped himself in his desk, dropping his skateboard under the chair. A concerned-looking boy next to him eyed him worriedly. His caramel-spikes swayed as he shook his head and bent over to whisper to him.
"Roxas, you're gunna get into more trouble from your mom and dad if you keep this up," replied the brown-haired boy.
Roxas side-glanced him with careless blue eyes. "Yeah, I know that. You don't have to keep telling me that, cousin."
The boy sighed deeply but quietly as he retreated back to his desk. "When will you start calling me by my first name? You know, 'Sora'?"
Roxas shrugged. "It's a habit I got when we were little."
After the class got settled and quieted down a bit, Mr. Strife abruptly stood up and strode around his desk to face his students.
"Class, as I have announced last week, we have transfer students. I want you to welcome them warmly," he sternly informed. The teens whispered to one another excitedly after the announcement. Roxas merely yawned and hopelessly tried balancing his pencil on the tip of his finger while Sora joined in on a conversation with boys across from him.
"You two can come in now," called Mr. Strife.
On cue, two girls timidly walked past the door, presenting themselves in front of the class. Roxas rolled his eyes and attempted to balance the pencil once again to contain himself from throwing them any mean looks.
"Class, I'd like you to meet Kairi and Naminé," Strife said loudly.
The students looked at the pair with mixed expressions, mostly ones of surprise from the males. The red-headed girl with determined blue eyes smiled warmly and greeted happily.
"Hi! Nice to meet you all! My name is Kairi!"
Followed by the bright blond with the same color of eyes.
"And I'm her cousin, Naminé."
The class greeted in their own way, easing the tension in the two. Mr. Strife assigned their seats at the two empty desks in the back where most of the extra books and calculators resided. Roxas leaned on his chair, looking up at the ceiling when his cousin leaned over more with an abnormally happy expression.
"Dude, Roxas, did you see them?" he asked excitedly.
"Cousin, they were right in FRONT of the class, introducing themselves. I'm pretty sure I got a very good glimpse of them," Roxas smartly replied rocking back and forth on the two legs of the chairs.
Sora pouted and decided to ignore the comment. "Anyway, they're pretty cute! Especially that red head."
"Go talk to her then," Roxas boredly suggested as he closed his eyes.
"I'll do it at the end of class," said Sora eagerly.
"Better do it quick. The other guys are drooling over her like you are already," pointed Roxas through concealed eyes. Sora saw and confirmed that the others were indeed looking intently at the new transfers like they were made of gold.
"Roxas. Sit properly and pay attention," Mr. Strife irritably demanded as he flipped through the pages of the book.
After pivoting back and forth a few times more, he landed back on the four legs and scowled as the instructor began giving problems on the white board.
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"Alright class. Thanks to Olette for doing a job well done on her part of the problems, we have five minutes before class ends. Keep the noise level down and no homework for tonight," announced Mr. Strife as he shut his book and gracefully went behind his desk and pulled out a bunch of papers.
"Finally," Roxas moaned as he closed his black binder hastily. "It'll be the end of me if we had to solve one more triangle."
"Yeah yeah," Sora said after zipping up his things. "Wanna go over there with me?"
Roxas leaned back on his chair. "Go where?"
Sora pointed in the direction of the two newbies. "There! Where else?"
"No thanks," Roxas immediately replied folding his hands behind his head.
"Too bad," Sora said and pulled Roxas by the arm out of his chair. He recklessly dragged his cousin from their side of the room to the other where the girls dwelled.
"Sora, let go you dimwit! I don't wanna meet them!" Roxas angrily said through gritted teeth while trying to resist against his cousin's will.
"What's the harm, Roxas? All you gotta do is say 'Hi, I'm Roxas. Nice to meet you', and then that'll be it!" said Sora giddily as each step progressed to the red head and her cousin.
"Geez, one glance at her and you're already drooling a river," Roxas insulted as he continued struggling. He soon stopped once he came to their destination and found the two conversing with each other. After they acknowledged their presence, the new student named Kairi was the first to respond.
"Hi!" she warmly smiled.
"H-Hi," Sora said through a dream state. He soon snapped out of it when Roxas wrenched his arm out of his grasp. "U-Um, my name's Sora!"
Kairi took Sora's outstretched hand shook it gently. "Nice to meet you, Sora. This is my cousin."
The blond girl smiled and greeted," Hi there. I'm Naminé."
"A-Ah, nice to meet you. Oh, and, this is my cousin Roxas," Sora introduced as he hitch-hiked to the blond beside him.
Roxas looked away uninterested. "Hi."
Kairi and Naminé raised a brow. "Hi, Roxas. Nice to meet you."
Sora scratched his head uneasily. "U-Uh, sorry about him. He's just having a bad day today."
"Anything we can do?" Naminé politely asked.
It was just what Roxas wanted to hear. Roxas huffed and began walking away.
"None of your business," Roxas rudely inputted.
"Hey, I was just trying to help!" Naminé angrily called after him.
"Yeah," Roxas answered. "You and every other mindless girl out there."
"What was that?" Naminé angrily shouted. "I'll teach you ya-"
"Whoa, Naminé, hold on!" Kairi said, holding her in her chair. Sora helped also with an uneasy expression.
"Please don't be mad at him. He's just had a lot of bad experiences in the past with girls," reassured Sora. Though the reassurance did nothing to soothe Naminé's anger.
"And besides, we've just met him. I think he'll change in time," Kairi added, smiling to Sora who now looked as red as a cherry.
Naminé settled down and let out sigh. "Fine. I'll give him one more chance then."
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Roxas fiddled with his combination lock until the latch opened and the metallic blue door swung open to reveal an empty space full of family pictures, friends, and skate boarding idols. The open compartment below was now being forcefully shoved by a decrypt old math book and science book. Ignoring the calls spewing from passing girls, he shut his locker roughly and inserted the lock. Never in his life had he felt so strange, especially to a GIRL. ONE girl in particular, and that girl was Naminé. No, it wasn't love or anything. He just felt this sort of acknowledgement for her, for she is the first one to even be physically ANGRY at him unlike all the other girls who vie for at least a look in the eye from him. It surprised him even more that Naminé hadn't fallen head-over-heels for him, not that he was trying to be conceited or anything. No, Naminé HATED him rather than ADORED him. Can we blame Roxas for thinking this way? After all, he went through three years of middle school being bullied by older boys and being treated like junk by girls. Now that the two years of high school are passing, he is now the celebrity and dream-boyfriend of everyone. Must we really blame him for his harsh actions toward the female race? Maybe not, but if only Naminé can see it through our eyes.
"Hey."
Roxas reacted to the gentle tap on his shoulder and turned to find his "slight acknowledgement".
"What do you want?" he asked rudely.
"Look, maybe I did something to you to make you hate me or said something that might have offended you. Either way, we got off on the wrong foot back in algebra. How about we start over?" Naminé compromised hopefully.
Roxas hauled his back pack over his right shoulder and gave her an annoyed look. "I couldn't give a damn if we got off on the wrong foot or whatever. Just go away."
Naminé scowled and crossed her arms. "I was just TRYING to be nice!"
"Heh," Roxas sneered. "Sorry, but trying isn't good enough. Later."
Roxas brushed past her, leaving the worst expression on her face. She turned around slowly, watching him go with eyes that were defeated, yet pitiful. Though that all drained away when a reassuring voice called her name.
"Naminé?"
Naminé's blue eyes turned to ones like her own.
"Oh, hey Kairi."
"How did it go?" she asked softly.
Naminé shook her head. "He's a jerk."
"Well," Kairi chuckled. "We all may have friends, as well as enemies. At least we tried, right?"
Naminé smiled. "Auntie told you that, huh?"
Kairi nodded sweetly. "Come on, let's go find our next class! I can't wait 'till we find our dorm room!"
Taking her cousin's hand, Kairi walked along the tiled floor sweeping through students and teachers while trying to shake the pout out of Naminé face.
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"What?!" Sora exclaimed as he grabbed a wrapped sandwich from the stands.
Roxas rubbed his left ear from the obnoxious volume as he took a chew out of his apple. "What's your problem? It's not like I've turned down a girl before."
"That's not it!" Sora cried, squishing his sandwich in his right hand. "She's Kairi's cousin!"
Roxas gulped down chewed apple pieces, feeling the tangy juice run down his throat. "Yeah, so?"
"Gah!" Sora yelped. "Kairi must think I'm the same as you!"
The blond finished the last edible piece of apple and crumpled the zip lock bag. "Well, we ARE cousins, you know."
Tears ran down Sora's cheeks like a rampant river. "You're so harsh..."
Roxas stood up slowly, wiping any extra grass stuck to his behind and plopped his skateboard down, mounting it with one foot. "Besides, if she REALLY liked you, she wouldn't see me and you as the same person."
Sora immediately lit up. "Hey you're right, Roxas!"
Roxas looked back before shoving off on his board. "Of course I am. I always am."
"Yeah," Sora agreed. "Kairi would never see me as a self-centered, arrogant asswi- OW!!"
Roxas heaved onward angrily as he left his brunette cousin behind to massage his bruise on the head. Like activating a personal bubble, Roxas ignored any "girly" contact and proceeded on towards the black gates. There he met his two best friends, Axel and Demyx.
"And then she was like' ZOMG YOU'RE SO EFFING CUTE!' and then I was like 'Really? You don't say' and then-"
"Hey, Axel," Roxas interrupted. "Did anyone ever tell you that you sound like Selphie ?"
"Hush, you," Axel snapped. "At least I strike up a conversation instead of just sitting there like a corpse."
"Well, anyway," Demyx said, relieved that Axel stopped mindlessly babbling. "Did you guys see those new transfers?"
Roxas plopped on his skateboard and held his hands over his knees.
"Oh yeah!" Axel exclaimed excitedly. "The blond and the red head?" A frown then formed upon his face. "But they're sophomores."
"Yeah? So? They're pretty damn hot," Demyx grinned. "Do they honestly have to be in the same age range as you, Axel?"
Axel nodded triumphantly. "Yep. Because younger girls are a bit immature."
"Look who's talking," Roxas mumbled.
"Did you say something Roxas?" Axel angrily asked.
"Nothing. Anyway, I'm going back to the dorms," Roxas informed and shoved off on his skateboard hastily.
"Hey Roxas!" Demyx called. "Could you get my guitar for me?"
Roxas shrugged. "Sure. Give me your key."
Demyx tossed the glimmering item and safely landed in Roxas's left hand. A couple of girls squealed as Roxas made an easy reach for the tossed keys, making him look like a hero. After rolling onward to the dorms building which was located to the right of the main one, he kicked up his skateboard into his arms and stepped inside. A rush of cold air swept past and into the warm atmosphere behind him. The dorms building were very well-kept and neat. On the walls, flyers and information were taped up. A glass case stood against the wall next to a dust-collecting fire extinguisher revealing trophies and pictures of student achievers and goal-getters. His blue eyes glanced at the various photos framed in dark umber oak. Roxas held the key before him, examining the number imprinted on the little plastic slate which read '442'. He sighed deeply and went for the elevator located next to the stairways.
Dorms are so pointless... Especially if you have to ride an elevator.
After getting in, he pushed the button '4' and waited for the giant cubic room to reach its destination.
Ding!
After cruising down the corridors, he reached the designated room and unlocked it forcefully. The room was a complete pig sty. Dirty clothes littered every corner, even the lamp on the desk. Papers scattered themselves on the oak desk while its drawers were left open. The beds were anything BUT made. Roxas could see the imprints of their bodies on the revealing sheets on the mattress as their pillows were tossed here and there. Roxas sighed and began scouting the room for Demyx's guitar. After spotting it being savagely shoved into the closet, he carefully took it out, wondering if Demyx even valued the guitar. After going through the mazes of clothes, he shut the door and locked it securely. Roxas miserably got into the elevator and played the waiting game until the doors opened to reveal the first floor. He rushed out and mounted his skateboard as soon as the concrete hit his foot. Zipping past the idle students, he rolled onwards to where his two best friends lounged. After slowing his speed and coming to a full stop, he tossed the key and handed Demyx his guitar.
"Thanks bud," Demyx said inspecting his instrument.
"I found that thing in your closet," Roxas said. "Is that thing even of any interest to you?"
Demyx hugged his guitar like he was offended by Roxas's words. "Of course! It's my baby!"
Roxas rolled his eyes and mounted his board again and shoved off towards the dorms building one last time. The only thing on his mind was getting in that neatly made bed of his and catching some Z's. His room number was '230' located on the second floor. Roxas started off toward his room as soon as the elevator opened and jammed the key into his lock. After twisting the handle open, a mildly messy room greeted. There were a few articles of clothing lying around, but it wasn't a maze like Axel and Demyx's room. Sports and skateboarding magazines piled atop the tiny dresser located in between the made beds. Before setting foot inside his domain, his pale ears heard rummaging and muffled voices beside his dorm room. He peered at the number plate '232' and noticed the door handle jiggling open.
"I'm going to walk around for a bit. I'll see you later, Kairi."
Roxas's eyes slightly widened a bit after seeing the last person he wanted to see. Apparently, so did the other person after she noticed her "enemy" standing before her.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" Naminé asked after closing her dorm door.
Roxas miserably pouted. "Let me guess. That's YOUR dorm room..."
Naminé hesitantly nodded. "Yeah, so?"
Roxas made an offensive grumble and vigorously stomped inside his room.
"You better not tick me off this year," Roxas called before his door completely shut.
Naminé's jaw fell open as she saw the hateful image of Roxas begin to close in as the door slowly shut.
Are you kidding me?! I'm staying in the room NEXT to this guy?!
Naminé made an overwhelming growl and marched to the end of the hallway and into the elevator, impatiently waiting to go outside and relieve her anger in the open air.
End Chapter 1
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A/N: Well? How was it? Did you like it? A bit different form the previous story, so I hope this will suffice for all of you Roxas/Naminé fans out there! Please review and thanks for reading! Chapter 2 will be up shortly! C8