A/N:
Revised as of 6.18.09. .:And
Away He Rolled:.
Skateboarding. He loved skateboarding.
He wasn't bad at it either; one of the best in town. He was just practicing today for one of the tournaments coming up in about a week, and I watched from the bleachers of the skate park. His hair batted in the wind, and every time a seemingly impossible jump came into view, he went straight for it with a grin. He had mastered all the basics and was only trying to put them all together and wipe the competition clean.
I never doubted him. Not Roxas.
He was a quick learner too. And WHERE he had learned to skateboard was something I didn't know. I never bothered to question; I only marveled at how...I dunno, graceful he can be in the air. Skateboarding always made him happy; that, and sea-salt ice cream.
I came back to reality when I heard him sigh, kick up his board and drop down next to me on the bleachers. His cheeks were flushed, and his forehead glistened with sweat, making him glow in the sunset in the background. He exhaled deeply and looked up at me and noticed I was staring. He laughed, suddenly patting my cheek to wake me. I shook my head and tried to hide the blush appearing on my cheeks.
I sat back completely, and sighed, "So...you think you have a chance to make it to the top this year?"
Roxas laughed again, "I dunno...maybe second place again..."
"Nah...something tells me you might just do something right this year..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He gently punched my arm.
"It means that you better not try a sac-tap without practicing it at least once before the competition."
"Oh yeah...got a bruise from that one." I kept my stare up at the clouds as to not be caught again.
"Must've; looked like that really hurt."
Roxas laughed, "Oh, and then I fell right out off the ramp, remember?"
"Yeah...and you had to go to the hospital because they thought you fractured something."
"But I DIDN'T, that's the thing." He wagged a finger in my face to draw my attention to him. I followed his index finger until our eyes met.
"When the hell did you get dirt on your cheek?"
"Huh?" Roxas rubbed gently at his left cheek, looking down at his fingers and then continuing to rub harder.
"Did you fall and not know it again?" I laughed, grabbing his wrist to make him stop, and using my own hand to clean it off.
"I didn't fall, not this time."
"Suuuuuuuuure ya didn't." He huffed, and I was finally able to get the dirt off. But it wasn't until a moment later I noticed I still had my hand on his cheek.
"Hayner? Is it gone?"
"U-uh yeah." I stammered, like an IDIOT, and pulled my hand away. I swiped the extra dirt on my fingers on my pants and sat back again and looked at the clouds rolling by.
I heard him sigh again, "Yanno...maybe you're right. Maybe I do have a chance this year to be on top..."
"Just don't do a sac-tap."
"Oh, I wont." He laughed, and then he was silent for a moment. He looked up at me; I tried not to notice and kept my eyes glued to the sky.
"You wont...leave me or anything in the competition, would you...?"
"Not for the world." I whispered, finally looking down at him. He stared for a moment, then grinned at me, "Appreciate it, Hayner. Support...really helps, yanno?"
I nodded, smiling myself. He stood up, and looked down at me, "I'd say it's getting late. Home?"
"Sounds good..." He helped me to my feet and as soon as we left the bleachers he was on his board again, pushing off of it slowly to keep an even pace as I walked.
Before we got to the corner where our houses separated, he had stopped skating and walked alongside me. We stopped at the corner, and I looked at him. He turned to me with another grin, turned to the right, dropped his board again and hopped on, "See ya, Hayner."
And away he rolled.
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