Uhm... I don't really know what to write here... This is my first fanfiction, obviously. I have no idea what I'm doing, so I think you can do this review thingy. Let me know how I'm going, pretty please? And, eh, I don't live in America or whatever, so if I've gotten anything wrong pleasepleaseplease let me know, because I have no idea...

Thanks. And, uhm, I don't own any of the good characters. Everything awesome in this is owned by Disney and Square Enix. So, uhm... Cool...

It used to be just Nom and Roxas, against the world. Against their parents, against their chores, against their school, against everything except each other. They were immature and hilarious and too cool for anything that wasn't deemed 'worthy' by either of the two. Which was most things.

If you were going to strike a forty second conversation with Nom and Roxas, you would learn many things. The first thing you would learn would be that they were exactly the same – they had the same sense of humour, ate all the same foods, paid attention in the same classes and had all the same video games.

But other than misbehaving and having identical attitudes, another thing that brought attention to the two straight away was how opposite yet alike they looked. They both had hair that spiked in abstract ways in the exact same places, and flicked across their foreheads in matching motions. They both had wide eyes and thick eyelashes, and they both worse baggy clothes with various arm-bands and necklaces.

Nom had dark purple hair, brown eyes and wore grey and black and green. Roxas had bright blonde hair and blue eyes and wore beige and black and red. Nom wore gold plated jewellery and Roxas wore silver. Nom looked as much of a boy as Roxas did, possibly even more so.

They weren't violent, just rebellious. They never hurt anyone, they just didn't do what they were told. They were always together, always. Once Hayner had crept around the back of Nom's house in the middle of the night to get a picture of her by herself - just to find Nom and Roxas squished up on a single bed together. They looked just as tough as usual, both clad in dark coloured boxers shorts and loose t-shirts as pyjamas.

Nom and Roxas were never in love, because they were never old enough to get over the whole 'cooties' thing. To everyone Nom was a boy and so Roxas didn't shudder when she came near, because, well, she never really left.

So when Roxas turned up to school one day with red eyes and an empty shadow by his side, everyone just stared. They all knew the story – Nom parents had finally gotten sick of her behaviour and sent her off to an all girl's boarding school over in Kingdom Hearts – but everyone had just assumed that Roxas would have gone, too, even though Roxas wasn't a girl and they reason Nom had been sent away was because of him.

And so Roxas was left to fend for himself at a school where everybody knew to keep away from him, while he slowly began to want to talk to everyone, to keep all the mashed up memories from sticking to the bottom of his shoe.

Rumours went flying that maybe Roxas and Nom had been planning to elope, or Nom had gotten pregnant. Roxas would sit in chair, surrounded by his fellow 6th graders and roll his eyes. Nom leaving had unlocked this whole rush of maturity Roxas had never been aware he had, and he would mentally scream at everyone from his seat, "Did we ever look like a tragic romance movie? We're not like that, we wouldn't..."

And so Roxas was shunned and rumoured about for nearly a year, until they came back to school in 7th grade. There was a girl at Roxas' school – he didn't know her, like he didn't know anyone – called Olette Hunter. She was known typically as a nice girl, who was dating the popular, sporty boy Hayner Jones. Common name, common look, but he was funny and nice and everyone liked him. Roxas, who had gotten so used to shutting out any rumours or chit-chat, didn't know any of this about the girl was sitting in his seat when he walked into the classroom on the second day of fall.

"Uhm," was all he said, all he knew how to say, and Olette looked up at him, puzzled.

"Hi, Roxas," she smiled.

"Uhm," he said again, and Olette laughed.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her big green eyes asking deeper questions about many things Roxas knew he should forget.

"Ah, it's just..." He turned his head. "Forget it," she told her, turning to sit in the seat next to her.

"Oh," said Olette quietly. "Is this your special seat?" It wasn't said with a bite, like it was on the movies. There was no, 'I don't see your name on it so get stuffed,' kind of thing, it was just a question.

"Whatever," replied Roxas, looking at his pale knees. "It's just a stupid desk."

"No," argued Olette kindly. "If you want this seat you can have it, you don't need anything else-" she stopped, flushing. Roxas looked at her, shocked. No one had ever talked about it directly to him. He didn't know whether he was angry or shocked or sort of impressed with how purely gutsy thing girl was.

"Sorry," she said quietly. It was obvious she wasn't talking about the seat, but Roxas didn't say anything. He just turned and got something – anything – out of his bag to distract himself.

"It's okay," he replied once he had straightened up again. "I've gotta get over something as pointless as a desk."

Olette chuckled. "That's stupid."

Roxas scoffed. "You're stupid."

Olette stood up, not slightly fazed by the boys' demeanour. "You've been alone for a long time," she said, and Roxas rolled his eyes at how obvious that statement was. Truth was, he just wasn't used to be talking to and he had no idea what this girl meant by anything she was saying because he didn't know people and the difference between happy or sad or kind and understanding.

"So, you should hang out with Hayner and Pence and me. We hang out in near that tree at the front of the school. I don't know where you hang out, because I never see you around, but if you want, we could..." she stopped talking, and Roxas spared her a glance. Her eyes are wide again, and she took deep breath.

"We could be your new friends, if you wanted."

And, so that's the first chapter. Is it just a massive pile of crud? Or should I be happy? I really don't know.