; disclaimers: Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix.
; & you'll never forget the doe-eyed boy who said you could.
; doe-eyed boy
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; one:
"Wow. You're a brilliant artist."
You were so concentrated, so wrapped up in your own musings, that you didn't hear him approaching. Didn't realize that whilst you were drawing beneath the pretty, little willow, he was peeking over your shoulder (oh the nosy, little thing.)
You look up, see him smiling radiantly, and your telltale-blue eyes quickly flick back down to your notepad in alarm. You're so tense, the charcoal pencil almost snaps beneath your iron grip. Crimson clouds must be creeping to your cheeks, your face feels hot. You know that if this curious, beautiful boy stays for a while, he will end up leaving you in the end. You are a worthless, lifeless doll-like girl, too horribly perfect it hurts—as mother dear always says—and you'll end up doing or saying something stupid, and he'll realize that you're not worth his time (what a pity.)
But…he is still watching, as if you are something interesting. You assume that perhaps the boy has forgotten his glasses at home…
You can feel his eyes burning into your back and you become frightened. What ever could he want with you? Warily, you glance back up at him, like lightning, so as he won't notice. He's still grinning that silly, lopsided grin of his. His teeth are pearls—and those wide, sapphire eyes; you become lost in them. Glancing like lightning has converted to staring rather dumbly, and you can't tear your eyes away.
You're drowning in the ever-blue sea of his eyes. Completely breathless. By the gods, dying has never felt so sweet.
He speaks, and you're roughly pulled to the surface by his honey-coated voice. "You okay?"
You take a deep breath. Your heart starts beating again. You realize that you are still staring and he is still smiling.
Blushing fiercely you look back at your notepad once again. "U-um, yes." You curse yourself for tripping over your words. Mother dear's voice echoes in your head, plaguing you like a fever you can't sweat out, "Stupid Naminé…Foolish girl…Nothing but a bother—"
"Well, um…Hi!" He catches you off guard again, thrusting his palm in front of your face. You nearly jump out of your snow-white sun dress, shivering like a sapling in a storm.
God, Naminé, he only wants to shake your hand.
He assures you that he does not bite, nor does he have rabies, so you do—but reluctantly—shake his hand. As soon as your fingertips touch, you feel…something…And you like it.
"My name's Sora…" he trails off and looks down, russet eyelashes fluttering against his red-tinted cheeks. "A-and I think you're stunningly beautiful."
You look him straight in the eyes and smile.
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A/N: to be continued...as a twoshot?
if you want me to (review) that is.
anyways, hope you enjoyed.