Naminé glanced over her sketch pad at the boy sitting in front of her. He was sitting on a stool, his profile facing her and his face tilted upward, eyes shut, mouth a smile. The pose was happy, prided, like he was sharing a secret victory. She couldn't help but stare at him with awe, hardly believing that he was actually there.

She shook her head to wake herself up and went back to sketching. "Stop moving, please..." she said quietly, looking back at him as he squirmed uncomfortably.

"I'm tryiiing." He mumbled. Naminé hated ordering him around like this.

"You're doing fine, don't worry so much." The lighter blond set down her sketchbook and smiled at him. "You can take a break now, Roxas."

He shifted his cerulean orbs over to her and smiled, relaxing his muscles and stretching them. "Finally," he breathed, "I thought my head would fall off. Which would be cool, but I'm no Jack Skellington." He smirked and pushed his chin to the side, his neck making a loud crack. "Ah, much better."

She giggled slightly and shifted in her seat, not meeting his eyes.

Roxas furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity, taking a few steps over to her. "So can I see what you were drawing?" He held an expectant hand out for her, wanting to see the drawing pad.

Naminé's expression became a tad frantic and she retrieved the pad, clutching it to her chest. "No!...Er, its not finished quite yet..." She murmured, her hands tightening against the book.

The elder couldn't help but feel confused of her behaviour. While it was trivial to think about, she did seem a bit uneasy. He didn't understand why. "Alright then," he replied, "Shall we continue this tomorrow? I have to go in a little while; going to play some ball with the guys." Of course, he meant his brother, Sora, along with Riku, Hayner, and Pence.

"O-Oh, sure. Tomorrow, sounds great." She stood up and turned around, collecting her drawing utensils and supplies. The truth is, she hardly drew an outline of the picture. She was too enticed with looking at him. She felt so stupid.

Just then, Axel, her elder brother burst into the room. "Oh, what have we here? My baby sister with a BOY? How suspicious." The redhead crossed his arms, his face full of defiance and arrogance.

The girl felt her cheeks tint scarlet, and she looked away.

It was Roxas, who was the first to respond. "Don't worry, Axel. We weren't doing anything out of the ordinary." He started for the door. "She was just using me as a model for a drawing." Axel grabbed his shoulders to stop him, his emerald eyes full of sarcasm.

"What an amazingly poor alibi. Let me guess, you guys were in a full on, hot, sweaty embrace before I came in, is that true?" Roxas's face went red. "Oh, you looked flushed. You WERE all over my sister, weren't you?" Axel chuckled and made a cooing sound. "Aww, my baby sis is growing up."

"AXEL! That is quite enough!" Naminé exclaimed, her fists clamped tightly at her sides, as if she were trying to control her rage and actions.

Axel looked like he was trying not to burst into laughter, the tattoos on his cheeks were twitching and bobbing up and down. The redhead took in a deep breath and exhaled, letting the darker blond go. "I was only joking. I know a pedigree boy like /Roxas/ wouldn't go for a little kid like /you/, Nam. It's quite sad, too, she has such a big thing for you, Roxy." The pyro looked pleased with himself as he turned around and exited the room. There was a distant laugh heard past the door.

Roxas looked very, very confused.

Naminé shook her head and grabbed her things, heading for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." She muttered past clenched teeth.

"H-Hey." He said as he touched her shoulder. She flinched and looked at him with melancholy blue eyes. "Don't listen to him. He's...an asshole. Don't pay attention." With that, he exited and closed the door. As quiet as a sea breeze.