Wooh! Finally finished the first chapter! Rejoice! \:D/

This is my first fanfic, so don't be too hard on me, k? :)

NxS for now, but we all know which pairing will triumph...

Please R&R! Enjoy!

The annoying beep-beep-beep of the alarm clock awoke me from my deep slumber. Stupid alarm clock, ruining my perfect dream of Roxas. Wait, what? I dreamt of Roxas… again? Holy shit! I think there's something wrong with me. Well, that thought totally woke me up.

I lazily got off my bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I was undressing myself, I looked into the mirror and observed my features. What I saw was a 16-year old girl with long, pale blond hair that's very much disheveled, creamy white skin that some may mistake as pale, a somewhat tall, skinny body with curves all on the right places, shockingly blue eyes, a prominent nose, pretty cheekbones numerous girls get plastic surgery to achieve, cheeks that always look as if it's always blushing, and pretty naturally pink lips girls die to have.

My name is Namine Beaudonte, half-American, half-French. 16 years old since the 14th of February. I live in the part of town which all of my friends call the "rich neighborhood". I'm not boasting or anything, just stating a fact. I don't get why rich kids need to be humble about things like that. It's not like we're boasting about it, we're just stating the reality, that's all. Nothing wrong with that. I live in a family of three consisting of my mother, brother, and I. My dad died when I was seven. It's all my fault why. If only I didn't call him to come back here from Italy… If I didn't, he wouldn't have been in that plane crash. Ever since then, I've always blamed myself. Mom pretends that it wasn't my fault, but I know it was. Everyone kept telling me at the funeral that I shouldn't be blaming myself, but deep down I know they were blaming me. They just think a little girl wouldn't understand. Well I certainly did, and I will never forgive myself.

The name of my brother is Cloud. He's 17 years old, only a year older than me. He's what you would call a "hottie" and a heartthrob at school. He's one of the few who understood me all these years. During the funeral, he was the one who said to me, "It was your fault he wanted to come back. You know what isn't? The plane crash. That wasn't your fault! It was the stupid pilot's fault, so stop crying. Dad would absolutely hate it." After that, I hid to myself and just gave everyone a fake smile. All of them fell for it. Only my brother and bestfriend knew that underneath that fake, radiant smile, are a million tears, just waiting to drop.

After taking a shower, I went to my room-sized closet to find my uniform which consists of a pale pink blazer with a carpet-y texture and on the left side the school emblem is embedded, white long sleeves, a pale pink tie with the school crest at the bottom and a just-above-the-knee brown skirt. I study at Woodrose High, a school for girls. After wearing those, my knee high socks and brown leather shoes, it was time to fix my face. I put in powder, a tad bit of mascara and lip balm and I'm done. After that I found my bag and left the room to go downstairs.

"Morning, mom. What's for breakfast?" I said with my usual fake smile. If I keep this up, I can be considered as a professional actress. Ha.

"Good morning, dear. Why, your favorite, of course! Now, why don't you wake up your brother and after that have some delish bacon?" My mom said while cooking the delicious beast.

"No problem." I ran upstairs as fast as I could. Mmmm bacon. Soon, I shall devour you.

When I was in front of his room, I knocked. No response. I knocked again. Still, no response. So, I did the natural. I barged in his room and found him deep in thought while fixing his tie. Now, my brother studies at Southridge High, a school for boys. Even though we're different schools, the principals always cooperate which is why it seems like we're in a co-ed school. The principals always organizes soirees, parties and such. I don't really mind.

"Fucking tie. You'll be the reason why I'm gonna be late. Screw it!" My brother frustratingly said while trying to fix his tie.

"Good morning, brother! Breakfast's ready. We should be leaving soon." I said casually, my fake smile now turning into my hidden scowl.

"Oh, hey. Good morning, Namine. I'll be right there. I just need to fix this stupid tie…" My brother said while still yet unable to fix his tie.

I sighed. "Let me do it." I walked towards him and took his tie and tied it the proper way.

"There. That wasn't so hard, right?" I said while smiling with satisfaction.

"Thanks." My brother said while kissing me on the cheek. I blushed. "Now let's go eat some delish bacon." He deviously said as we ran downstairs.

"I think I'm gonna melt." I said while eating the delicious bacon. Why is so bacon so damn good? I can just sit here and eat all day…

"Thanks, dear. But I think you should eat fast. Being the first day of school, you two shouldn't be late." My mother smiled while watching us devour the bacon she cooked.

"You're right. I think we should leave now. Stop eating, brother." I said while standing up to get my bag. I returned back to the dining room and kissed my mom on the cheek," Bye, mom. Have a nice day." I flashed her my radiant, but fake smile. I dragged my brother out of the table and we left the house.

"Wow, Namine. You're getting better and better with this fake smile you've got. You should try auditioning to a drama show. They'd definitely cast you." My brother jokingly said while he was driving the car to school.

"Mhmm." I muttered while staring outside the window.

My brother laughed. It sounded so pleasant. "You want to see Sora, don't you? Don't worry, I'm sure he'd love to see you to."

"I'm not worried about that. What I'm worried about are the girls who flock around him. I don't think I can approach him if those girls are gonna be glaring at me." I smiled weakly.

"You're worried about that? Look, the second you leave this car, Sora'll be the one to approach you. You should talk to other people, yes? Girls, specifically. Maybe then they'd understand you more rather than just saying that you're a boring, quiet girl who stole Sora from them."

I glared at him."What do you mean by a boring, quiet girl?"

"Oh, sorry. I meant that you're a boring, quiet and pretty girl." Cloud smiled.

"Whatever." I muttered.

After about 15 minutes, we arrived at the parking lot. Woodrose's and Southridge's parking lots are in one place, so usually that's where the students from both schools see each other. "We're here." My brother said, founding an empty space.

As I was leaving the car, someone suddenly shouted, "Nam! Hey!" I know this voice. Don't tell me…

"Sora! Sora!" I screamed and ran towards him. I hugged him as tight as I could. God, I missed this guy.

"I missed you," Sora said, inhaling the scent of my hair.

"Missed you more, dope." I said with a genuine smile.

Ne, did you like it? Any comments, suggestions...? Please tell me!

I will immediately start on the second chapter and finish it asap! And this time, I will continue this story. :)

Thanks a bundle for reading!