It wasn't some huge, romantic thing, at least, not to me. Sure, some of it was sweet, and I loved it, but it wouldn't be the type of dream anyone would wish for. Just the type that sort of... happens. I was sitting on my porch, staring at the sunrise, trying to capture the colors in my mind so I could start a sketch, and up he came. He was on a skateboard, and I didn't pay much attention to him, he just rolled on by, not looking back, not even noticing me. The next day, I was outside again, around the same time, because my sketch hadn't really gotten that far. Actually, I hadn't started yet, but that's a different story.
I was still watching the sky, and I hear the skateboard again. This time, I watched him as he got closer. I couldn't really tell what he looked like, he was kind of at a distance, but as he got closer, I realized he was actually pretty cute. He had blue blue eyes, like... deep blue. And brownish blonde hair. He just rolled on by, not looking back, not even noticing me. He looked nice though, like if you talked to him.
For the next few days, I continued to work on my sketch outside, and every day, without fail, he would skate by, until one day, he stopped. My sketch was almost done, I only needed a few more shadings, and I heard that skateboard again. I had my head down, focusing on my art, and it became silent. In an instant, the sound stopped. I thought maybe he fell, so I looked up, but he was just standing in front of my house, staring at me. I looked at him for a little while, then, a little embarrassed, cast my eyes down.
"Hey," his voice was sweet. I looked up at him again, and he waved a little. A faint smile passed my lips as I waved back to him. "Whatcha workin' on?" I looked down at the picture. I was actually kind of pleased with how it had turned out.
"A picture."
"Can I see?"
"Um..."
"Well, it's just that, you know. You've been working on it for a really long time, and I figure it has to be pretty good."
"Oh. Then, I guess, if you want."
"Okay." He smiled and walked up to the porch, but didn't step onto it. He smiled at me over the little wooden railing and held his hand out. I handed him the picture and his smile faded. I guess it didn't look like I thought it did. I leaned over to look at it again, but he turned around, still holding it, and I couldn't see. His head moved up and down for a while. Looking at the picture, then at the sky. Picture, sky, picture, sky. "That's really good." He said, turning and handing it back to me.
"Thanks." He nodded. "So... why are you always skating around here?"
"My best friend lives a couple houses up. His name's Hayner. Do you know him?"
"I think I've seen him before. I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"Oh. Roxas. Sorry."
"It's okay." I was about to tell him my name, when the other boy, presumably "Hayner" ran over to the front of my house, and Roxas turned.
"Hey! Roxas! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a few days." Roxas tensed, looked back at me, smiled, and ran off with Hayner.
"Bye Namine!" He called, running away.
"What?" I said to myself after he had gone. I hadn't told him my name. And how could Hayner have not seen him if he'd been up the street every day? None of it made sense to me. I took my picture in, because it was a little late, and I decided the reds would have to wait until tomorrow.
When the day finally arrived that I could finish my picture, I started to think back to Roxas. What he had said, and Hayner too. I was actually so caught up in thinking about him, that I forgot my picture inside. I watched the street, almost waiting for him to come. And finally, he did.
He stopped in front of my house again and didn't even wait to say hi. He just picked up his skateboard and walked over to the porch. "Hey. Where's your picture?" I actually hadn't noticed until he said.
"Oh... I just put it inside." I lied. "I just thought the weather was nice, so I came back out."
"Yeah. But it's kind of cold." And actually, it was very cold. The whole time I waited for him, I'd been shivering.
"Yeah. I guess." I decided to ask about yesterday. "Wha–"
He held up his skateboard. "Wanna learn?" He smiled big. I reached out and touched the black part. It felt like sandpaper. I smiled, and nodded. He smiled again. "Alright. Let's go."
"Okay." I stepped off of the porch and walked into the street with him. At first, he tried explaining it to me, showing me little things every now and then, and giving me little hints, but that didn't seem to be working. Soon enough he gave up with that and told me to just stand on the skateboard. I was a little nervous, but I trusted him. I got up on it, but it felt wobbly. "Roxas... this is scary."
"It's okay. It's supposed to do that." He held his hands out to me, and I took them both. He started to pull me. "Just so you get the feel of it." I smiled, still scared. We hit a little rock, and I fell forward, the skateboard shooting back. He caught me, and then laughed a little, running for his board. When he came back, breathing a little more heavily from the run, he urged me to try again. "Come on. I promise not to let you fall again." I shook my head.
"No."
"Please?" I tried to resist, but eventually gave in.
"You can't let me fall, though!"
"I promised I wouldn't." I stood up on the board and this time, he took me by the waist. I fought a blush, and he told me to hold onto his forearms, that way I would be secure. I did, and we were actually able to get a little ways before I told him I wanted to get off again. He smiled. "Yeah okay. Besides, I can come back tomorrow and help you some more."
I knew I had to get in soon, but I wanted to make sure he would come. "Promise you'll be there?"
"Yeah, sure. Promise you'll wait?"
"Of course."
As time slowly passed, Roxas and I became friends. We started to talk on the phone, and walk together. Over time I found out that he had learned my name by the signing on the bottom of my picture, and that he would always ask Olette how I was in class that day, because we had history together. As such, I started to get along with his friends. Every weekend, Roxas would give me little lessons on skateboarding, and every now and then I'd draw him a picture. However, the closer we got, the happier I felt around him, until eventually, I developed a liking for him. A very strong liking.
On one particular day, Roxas came to my house to help me with skateboarding. Although it had been a while since he had done so, he took me by the waist when I stepped up. I smiled, unaware of what he was thinking, but my thoughts were very plain. He pulled me, a little faster than usual, and soon, like always, I started to fall. I didn't think anything of it, because he always caught me, but today was a little different. Instead of waiting for the skateboard to leave my feet, Roxas picked me up, and turned, putting me down on the ground beside him, but still holding my waist. I averted my gaze, trying so hard not to blush, and when I looked up, he blushed, and stepped away.
"I... didn't want to have to chase the skateboard again." He shrugged. "Um... see you tomorrow?"
"Wait," It was a cold day today, like the first time he taught me. "Do you maybe want to come in for some hot chocolate?"
"I can't. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow, though."
"Roxas,"
"Yeah, Namine?"
"Promise you'll be there?"
"Yeah sure." He turned back. "Promise you'll wait?"
"Of course."