The first time he showed up for a date, he was gorgeous. Roxas had shed his typical khaki pants and jacket, and was looking suave with dress slacks and a button-up shirt. He smelled great, just like the best bottle of cologne money could buy. He was a knock-out. Any girl would've swooned over him.
Namine seriously considered breaking it off right there.
But he was sweet, and she didn't want to flush a year of budding romance down the drain. So she stuck it out. And he was nice. A real gentleman. He knew when to hold the door open for her, when to hold her hand and not, he paid for absolutely everything.
It made her want to puke.
But he wasn't normally like this, she knew. It was probably first date jitters, or something. Normally Roxas was slouching, blabbering on about skateboarding and his dork of a best friend Axel. But then he'd catch himself talking all about him and only him and swear that he wasn't gay. Namine would nod disbelievingly and Roxas would protest vehemently. He went to great lengths to prove it to her. That was actually why they started going out. In a final effort to prove that he wasn't gay, he kissed her. Neither expected it, but it felt good, and after they had parted and sucked in oxygen, Roxas asked her on a date.
She missed old Roxas.
But then he dropped her off and grinned devilishly at her before diving for her mouth. And being the Roxas he was, he almost missed. But Namine set him on the right course, and they stood on her porch under the porch light just making out. But the lights at home, and they jumped apart just before her dad opened the door. The two coughed and smoothed their clothing. And Roxas grinned at her while she wiped her ruined lip gloss off and said "So, same time next week."
And suddenly, the rest of that terrible not-Roxas date seems completely worth it.
"Same time next week."
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