"W-will you, urm," she stammered. I only moved to Twilight Town two months ago and chicks are all over me.

"Will I what?" I said flatly. God, would she just spit it out! I don't have all day. Then Selphie's face blew up into a tomato red color. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Will you go to the Sadie Hawkins Dance with me?" She squeaked. Then Selphie's squeezed her eyes tight as if she was trying to disappear.

"Look," I said not amused, "Why would anyone go out with anyone like you? You're so hyper you could give someone a heart attack! I mean seriously Selphie." Her eyes filled with tears as she turned and ran away. I better hurry I don't wanna be la-

~Ding~

"Dammit," I said under my breath. I ran into History and slammed my books into my desk. "I hate being late".

"What did you do now?" Namine asked. I gave her a cold hard stare. She giggled.

"Go to hell, Namine".

"Already there", She replied.

"Look, I'm tired of your crap." I said, starting to get annoyed.

"I could say the very same." She said.

"Fuck you!" I shot back.

"Did you do your homework?" she asked innocently.

Cripes.

She snickered. Then she pulled out her homework and flattened it on her desk as she said, "Well I don't know about you but I did my homework."

"Ya know what?" I challenged.

"What."

"Nobody asked you!" She shrugged and flipped her soft blonde hair to the side.

What the hell? I asked myself as I headed to my seat. Soft…? Oh hell no. Mr. Squall rushed into the room.

"Sorry I'm late!" he announced. "My meeting went over." Then he started talking about some Shakespeare play and how important it was, as I dozed into a peaceful dreamland.

Namine nudged me awake as Mr. Squall passed out the homework. When he got to my desk, he gave me a suspicious look. I turned to face Namine and lipped thanks. She shrugged. Then the bell rang and I flew out the door to the cafeteria.

I sat down at the far right-side table. Namine, carrying the most girlish lunch pail ever, sat down next to me as I took a bite of my pizza, "Wah ya woant ow?" I mumbled with pizza still in my mouth.

"I can sit wherever I want," she stated. She unzipped her lunch pail and gaped into the pail as if there was a unicorn in there or something. Her blue piercing eyes turned to me in disbelief. "M-my lunch! It's soaked!" It was true; her whole lunch was sopping wet. It dripped as if it had been dunked into a toilet a couple of times. (Which it probably had). Then out of no where, Namine started to cry. In the two months I have known her, not once has she ever shown any sign of sadness or weakness. In fact, she was brave and always spoke her mind. Even though, right here, right now, small tears fell down her soft cheek.

"Please don't cry Namine! People will think I did something bad to you. Namine, I'll buy you another lunch if that will make you feel better! Please, please, please, stop crying!" I begged.

"Thank you, Roxas"

"Don't mention it" I told her. I hopped back into that god awful line.(a/n: the line at my school sucks! ) I grabbed a salad. Girls like salads, right? I went over to Namine; who was wiping away her tears away. I handed her the salad.

"I owe you one," she answered gratefully. At that same moment, I saw a group of girls, pointing and looking in my direction. One of the girls, Olette, was bright red. The other girls giggled and shoved Olette toward me, by this point she was blushing furiously. Oh no. She is going to be the second today.

"Roxas, I um thought maybe uh yo-" I cut her short.

"Hold on," I said, beckoning Namine over.

"What?" She asked. I leaned toward her ear.

"Remember that favor you owe me?" I whispered.

"Yeah, a-" She started, but before she could finish, I pressed her soft lips into mine. I held the kiss for longer than I had planned, it was more enjoyable then I had ever imagined. Unwillingly I pulled her lips away, leaving a blueberry lip gloss residue on my mine. I turned to Olette; her face frozen in shock.

"You were saying?" I asked.

" urm …nothing. Forget it." She said as she tried to hold back tears. She then turned and walked away. I turned to Namine, whose face was filled with surprise, anger, and joy. Then her face snapped back into it's normal calm state. Before I knew it, her hand swiped across my face.

"Just because you're 'Mr. Cool' doesn't mean you can do anything you please!" said, "I hate you!". And with that she stormed off. I stood there, letting the venom of her last words sink in, slowly. Am I really that terrible? Does it matter if she hates me? Do I care? People always say they hate me, but why does it matter now?

I know it's not very long!!!

~Hero7210~

To the RokuNami rescue!!!