"Roxas, I found it," Roxas's mother said, entering the room.

The room was dark, as they still had not put the lamp inside yet. It was sunset around this time. Roxas Nozomu, wearing sweats, was in the corner. He was slowly unpacking his things. Ms. Nozomu and him would move the bed inside soon after Roxas found his cellphone, which was off so there was no use in calling it. Roxas turned to his mother, sighing with relief. He smiled as a thank you. He then noticed she was carrying a small cardboard box with her as well in the other arm.

"What's that?" he asked, curious.

His mother shrugged. She set down the box inside his room. She then walked over to Roxas, handing him his cellphone. He took it into his hands. Once the cellphone was out of her hands, she gave a stern look at her son. She sighed.

"Don't be losing stuff like that! Honestly, you have to take care of your cellphone. I do not want to buy you another," his mother told him. "By the way, I found your cellphone near this box. I opened and I saw it was all your old childhood junk. You know, baby bibs, action figures, stuffed animals, and stuff."

Roxas seemed surprised, "Really? I'm interested in seeing this. Thanks for finding it."

"You're welcome. Now that you have you're phone, go call your father if you want. Just finish the conversation quickly, so we can move your bed inside, 'kay?"

"OK, mom," Roxas responded.

"Also, remember to hurry. School starts tomorrow."

"OK, mom."

"Also remember to pick out what you want to where tomorrow."

"OK, mom."

"Also remember to..."

"OKAY MOM!"

His mother huffed and left the room. As soon as she was gone, Roxas ran up to the box. Slowly, he opened it. His mother was right. He could barely recognize all the toys inside. He picked up his superhero action figure and examined it. It had bite marks on it. Roxas quickly dropped it once seeing them. He dug into the box once more. Oddly, he found an envelope in the box. He pulled it out a stared at it strangely.

"Who the heck would I write to when I was FIVE?" he asked himself.

Roxas ripped the envelope open, interested in knowing who he wrote too.

To Namine

"That name sounds familiar..." Roxas muttered to himself, hoping to remember who she was.

He began reading his horribly written letter. Filled with grammar and spelling mistakes, he was glad it remained sealed and was never given to whoever this girl was. However, he felt embarrassed reading the letter. Judging by the content, it seemed to be a love letter. How many five-year-olds wrote love letters? Roxas wondered if he ever told this Namine he had a crush on her.

Roxas's body suddenly froze. A fuzzy memory suddenly came to him.

A five-year-old Roxas was sitting at the park, by himself.

"She's really mad...who needs her?" he mumbled, "I have to apologize to Kairi though..."

His mother then came up to him with a sad expression. Roxas seemed puzzled. She took him by the hand, pulling him toward the car.

"ROXAS! GET DOWN HERE AND EAT!"

Roxas's flashback was interrupted by his mother. He scratched his head, confused of what he just remembered.

"...Kairi?"

The two were sitting at the dinner table, eating pizza. Ms. Nozomu wasn't much of a cook. Her boyfriends would do the cooking most of the time. However, she was single once again now.

Roxas's parents divorced when he was five. Since then, his mother has been jumping from man to man. They also moved quite often due his mother desire to never see each of her ex-boyfriends again. Ms. Nozomu could be a bit over-dramatic and such.

Roxas had accepted this as normal. This led to him being a bit antisocial. Sure, he would make friends at school, but he never became close friends with anyone. Anytime that would actually happen, his mother would coincidentally break up with a boyfriend at the same time and move as far as she could. The longest they ever stayed in town was one year. Her occupation paid her well enough and she could work anywhere she wanted to.

Roxas, after taking another bite out of his pizza, decided to ask his mother about Namine.

"Mom, you remember all my friends' names right?" Roxas asked her.

"All the ones you've talked about."

"Okay, so do you know who is Namine?"

She paused and shook her head, "Sorry. Doesn't ring a bell. Why?"

Roxas scratched his head, "I kind of wrote a letter to her when I was younger. It was in the box. It seems like we were good friends."

His mother seemed surprise, "In the box? Really? Let's see...you didn't really make any friends till preschool...but you never mentioned a Namine. It could have been the daughter of one of my friends, but I should remember her then. I know you were friends with that one redhead girl named...Kairi?"

"Yeah! I remember her!" Roxas exclaimed, recalling his previous flashback.

"We did live in this town for quite a while before I met Nic...that Kairi girl should still be living here if she hasn't moved."

"Please, what are the odds I'll see her again? Even if she still lives in town, she could be going to another high school. I mean, even if you live in a town your whole life, that doesn't mean you'll meet everyone in town," Roxas reasoned.

"Have some faith! GEEZ!" Ms. Nozomu shouted. "If you want something enough, it'll come true. We wanted a baby girl and you came. Okay, it won't come out exactly they way you expect it, but you still get something. The human mind and all that junk is crazy!"

"I got it. I got it," Roxas said, trying to calm her down.

Later that night, Roxas stared at his ceiling. He laid on his bed, having trouble falling asleep. The strange memory and the letter haunted him. He kept wondering what it all meant.

"Namine...Kairi...who were they?" he asked himself.

Finally, he felt tired. His eyes slowly closed, drifting off into sleep.

A white room. That was all Roxas could see. There were no doors or windows. Roxas paced around the room, wondering where he was. It was then a table suddenly appeared in the center of the room. Roxas jumped once he saw it appear. Two chairs appeared at the table's opposite ends. Roxas walked closer to the table, resting his hand on it.

"Roxas?" a female voice called out.

Roxas looked up and saw a blond girl sitting in one of the chairs now. She seemed around his age. She had pale blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Her lips were a shade a pale pink. Her long blond hair draped over her shoulder. The girl wore a simple white dress.

"Who...are you?" Roxas asked her.

Before he knew it, he was sitting the chair at the opposite end, despite standing up a few seconds ago by the center of the table. The girl gave a warm smile. She seemed to know him. Roxas wondered if they were friends in the past. She placed her right hand on her chest.

"My name is Namine," she told him, "Do you not remember me?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think so," he confessed.

Instead of frowning as he thought she would, Namine kept on a vague smile. Roxas felt a bit confused.

Suddenly, the two blonds were sitting on a park bench. The park seemed fairly large. The bench had a view of the sandbox and trees swayed behind it. The wind blew softly. It was bright and sunny. Roxas turned to face Namine.

"Mind telling me who you are? What were we?" he asked her.

Namine held her index finger against her pale pink lips, "It's a secret. I can give you hints if you want."

"Hints would be nice."

"We were always together!"

"That's not helpful."

Namine frowned, "Sorry. I don't want to tell you much. We are friends though. Will I see you a lot here?"

Roxas shrugged, "I don't know. This place is confusing me, but I'm not questioning it. The only thing that I'm questioning are your actions."

"That's because this is a dream, Roxas. Didn't you know?"

Roxas stared at her. It started to make more sense considering what was going on. The sun suddenly set. The park bench disappeared and the two were now at a public pool during the evening. They sat down next to each other, dipping their feet into the water.

"That explains a lot. So are you really my friend? I don't remember you..." Roxas said.

Namine pouted, "How mean. Of course we're friends. We met when you were really young so maybe that's why you forgot. I, on the other hand, remember everything."

"So where did we meet? Do you live in Twilight Town like me?"

"SE-CRET!" she replied.

"No fair."

"Yes fair."

Roxas chuckled. Namine smiled even more brightly. Roxas did find her more familiar now. Talking to Namine gave him some nostalgia. She seemed nice and harmless. She was pretty as well. He looked forward to meeting her outside the dream.

It then finally hit him. Was this Namine the same Namine he wrote the letter to? She did say they met when they were younger. Roxas's face immediately turned red at this thought. Did she know that he liked her in the past? She did say she remembered everything. Roxas panicked.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, snapping him back to reality.

"N-nothing!" he replied quickly.

Namine giggled, "You're still the same. I like that."

"Um...how was I like in the past?" Roxas asked nervously.

Namine put her index finger on her chin and thought for a bit. She then replied.

"Very artsy, clever, but stupid!"

Roxas sweatdropped, "What do you mean by 'clever but stupid'?"

"Exactly what I said."

"Gee, you're not nice."

Namine frowned. She began staring at the reflections in the water. Roxas's couldn't see her face, but judging by her reflection, she seemed to have a sad expression on. He put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped just a bit in surprise. She whipped her head toward Roxas.

"You okay?" he asked her.

She nodded, "I was just wondering if you and I see each other again after this."

"I'm sure we will," Roxas said.

Although, he didn't really believe what he had just said. Meeting certain people again is a one in a million chance. Having the same dream doesn't happen often either. How would he know if they would meet again? Namine still frowned. She stood up. Roxas watched her as she got up. She stood at the edge of the pool.

"Please...think of me," she said softly.

Before he could ask what she meant, Namine dived into the water. Alarmed, Roxas looked into the water. The water suddenly gushed out upwards, like a fire hydrant. The ground shook, falling apart. Roxas stood up and tried to escape. He eventually fell in between the cracks into total darkness.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Roxas's eyes shot opened. He jumped out of his bed. He looked over at his alarm clock. It was 6:00. He had to get ready for school. However, Roxas still sat on his bed, thinking of his strange dream.

A/N: New story~ Okay, they'll be Namixas, maybe a little Haynette, and Roxiri friendship. I don't have any plans on Sora appearing in this story. Gasp. I'll see if I want to include him later. I explained the plot to my friends at school and they got confused. So I hope now that it's in written form, it'll be less confusing. My goal is to make this...17 chapters? 16 is likely too. This story was thought up after I kept listening to All Time Low, especially Remembering Sunday. Gosh, I love Juliet Simms's voice there.

I want to give this story a happy ending. I'm still debating though.

Don't know how I often I'll update. Maybe once a week? I'm not sure. I'll still reply to reviews :) Speaking of which, some people asked me to write a epilogue to Lovefool. To answer those people, sorry but I don't think I'll be writing it. I actually did start writing it, but it came out too...meh. I rather leave Lovefool as it is.