lied smiles
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the smiles in the photos with her with the sincerest.
roxas xolette
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The photos lined up on the desk.
The picture of the first time you two had met. (Kindergarten.)
Her first dance recital and you had been the only one who had shown up. (Second Grade.)
The first time you two had ever faught. (The summer between third and fourth grade.)
Your first skateboarding competition. (Fifth Grade.)
The two of you's first accidental kiss. And you both claimed you had felt nothing, it had been like kissing the mirror in your bathroom. But you knew it was a lie. (Seventh Grade.)
The day you two had shared your first slow dance. (Eighth Grade.)
The day that you finally realized that you really did like her in a more-than-friends way. (Ninth Grade.)
A photograph from the day that somebody had asked her out. And she, really, truly had been claimed. (Ninth Grade, again.)
Bastard broke her heart. You had a photograph of that day, too. (The last day of Ninth Grade.)
You finally worked up the nerve to ask her out, you have a photo commemorating that day. How could you not? (Tenth Grade.)
And so many pictures of you two dating. You whispering sweet nothingness into her ear, and her blushing brightly.
So many photographs from Graduation day - the two of you were still dating then. (Twelfth Grade.)
And oh-so many more. Photos of your usual spot, her bedroom, your house. Of Hayner and Pence. Of all four of you. The forced smiles in some of them, and the truly sincere ones in others. (It was far too easy to tell the smiles that were lies and the ones that weren't.) The ones with you and her together were the ones with the sincerest smiles. Everybody could tell.
As the years went on the number of photographs increased. The number of memories doubled. Photos with forced smiles tripled. Photos with sincere ones dwindled thin. And the ones that you couldn't tell if it was forced or sincere, where rocket high.
But the ones with the sincerest smiles were always the one with you and her.
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how youremind me of what I really am;
RANDOM.
8D
And AU because, clearly, Roxas didn't go POOF.
(Which is just the way I like it.)
Written in second person,
"you" is Roxas.
"her" is Olette.
And the other two mentioned are clearly Hayner and Pence.