Karma Sucks

My first Hayner and Olette story! Reviews are much appreciated, signed or anonymous.

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Hayner's muffled voice sounded from Olette's bathroom.

"Do I have to come out?' C'mon. Please. If this is a joke, you win, okay?"

Olette rolled her eyes, turning down the stereo blaring upbeat love songs, much to her other friends, Pence and Roxas, relief.

"Stop being such a baby, Hayner."

"Yeah," Roxas added, sticking a needle in his mouth while he tried to collect Olette's sewing material from a box. "Consider this payback."

"For what?" Hayner demanded.

Pence just laughed while Roxas smiled. Olette noticed how he always looked younger and nicer when he smiled, but when he wasn't, he came across as stoic and almost distant.

Of course, she missed little with her friends. Right now, Pence looked amused, his eyes always narrowed ever so slightly, a sign he was about to laugh again.

"When? Well…what about the skateboarding incident?" Roxas continued.

"The noodle incident." Pence added.

There were even more than those. The stink bomb, the wet alley cat incident in her closet, the mean Chihuahua…

"So, remind me again why Roxas and Pence can't do this instead?"

Olette sighed, once again explaining what she had already told her friend. Roxas was the only one with even the vaguest knowledge when it come to sewing, (he picked it up somewhere), and Pence wouldn't fit in the outfit.

"Just come out, will you?"

"Karma sucks!" Hayner grumbled, opening the door.

Roxas's warm laugh came first, and then Pence's milder snicker and even Olette giggled, holding her hand to her face in a vain attempt to hide her huge smile.

Hayner was wearing a bright green dress with shoulder straps that perfectly matched Olette's eyes. Planned, of course, because Olette liked to wear colors that gave her light green eyes more definition, as she called it. Of course, he was wearing the dress because she had asked, and because they were the same height, just about. That didn't stop the angry blonde from complaining.

"Step on the stool, Hayner." Olette giggled, pointing to the chair. Hayner sighed, stepping on the chair, the slim dress rustling with every movement.

Roxas's eyes remained amused even when the laughter had faded. He handed Olette her sewing needle and thread, watching her sew pearls along the bottom.

"This is for our prom, Hayner. Didn't you want me in a nice dress? You helped me pick it out!"

"Yeah, but I didn't think I'd be wearing it!" He gestured with one hand to the dress in a rather girl like pose, causing Pence to break out into more laughter and he caused Roxas to chuckle again.

"Stay still." Olette mumbled around the needle in her mouth, carefully removing it to sew in the thread for the pearls. "This totally makes up for the water balloon incident." She added as an afterthought.

Pence scratched his spiky hair. "I know, that was totally unfair, it had flour in it."

"I know. Please to God don't let Seifer walk by. Close that window!" Hayner moaned.

Olette's room was on the ground floor, the window open wide. Pence pulled down the blinds, smiling to himself still.

Roxas raised an eyebrow. "So, don't you feel like a pretty princess Hayner?"

Hayner lunged for him, but Olette caught his chest and forced him to stand still. She turned to Roxas, scowling angrily.

"Don't goad him or it'll never be finished!"

Muttering obscene remarks, Hayner relaxed again as Olette started sewing some silver thread around the midsection, which nicely complimented the pearls, she thought.

Well, fake pearls, but they looked real. That was all that mattered.

The silence stretched, and Roxas went quiet again, his eyes trailing off even as he passed Olette the golden thread that would be embroidered in a star pattern near the bottom of the dress.

What are you thinking? She wanted to ask him. The words leaped to the tip of her tongue, but never came out, because… Suddenly…

"Ouch!" She stuck her finger in her mouth, accidentally pricking it. Everyone jumped at the unexpected noise, and Hayner fell off the stool. He scrambled to his feet, taking her hand.

"Are you okay? What happened?!"

Olette studied everyone's hilarious expressions, Roxas's surprised look, Pence's worried look, and Hayner's out of control freaked out expression.

"I'm fine, just stuck my finger." She showed them the tiny hole in her finger, neither deep nor bleeding, and gestured to the stool. "Now, are we going to finish?"

Fifteen minutes later, Hayner was out of the dress and relaxing on Olette's bed.

"Thank God that's over."

"Are you kidding?" Roxas asked, smiling again. "You pranked everyone else so much that karma is going to have her work cut out for her."

Hayner groaned, covering his face, but added, "Her?"

Olette smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. "What, do you think that dress thing was an accident?"

"Yeah, I set it up." Pence said. "Me and Roxas."

"You guys have five seconds before I come after you!" Hayner growled.

Roxas got up and left, laughing, with Pence jogging behind him. Before Hayner could leave, Olette grabbed his hand and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks for not overreacting too much." She giggled and then ran after Roxas and Pence.

He had a tendency to be dramatic.

He had a tendency to get angry.

But he was compassionate and if the fear in his brown eyes was anything to go by, especially since it was only a tiny prick that he cared for her.

He was witty and funny…and charming…

And cute, in a way.

That's what she always liked about him, except somehow even though her heart always knew, it took her mind longer to work out.

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I hope you enjoyed it. And yes, she had, keyword had, a minor crush on Roxas until the end of this chapter.

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