Twilight's Iliad
Chapter 1: The War begins
It was late Sunday when I realized something; I was in love with my best friend.
We had been hanging out at his house while my parents were fighting, all day. Most likely I'd be spending the night at his house. We did that a lot, well hanging out anyways, but I wanted to do something else, something I'd never thought of before. We were playing guitar hero, competition mode, and of course I was kicking his butt.
"You're so going down Namine Selene," Roxas Trenton growled, his eyes locked on the screen and his fingers flying on the buttons.
I watched the colors fly down the screen, moving my fingers across my own controller. As we hit the last section, he missed three notes, putting me in the lead again. We hit the last note and the screen read, Player Two Wins!
"You wish," I laughed nudging him with my shoulder, "I beat you with a broken finger no less!"
"You cheat," he muttered.
I laughed. "If that makes you feel like you don't suck, go ahead and believe that I cheat. It's just a matter of time before you realize that I actually am better than you, broken finger and all."
Roxas rolled his eyes and scrolled through the songs, selecting a new one. I groaned as he chose one of the hardest.
"So tomorrows the big day," he said, selecting his difficulty, "We go back to being enemies."
I sighed and put my controller down, "Can't wait."
All schools have a rivalry of some sort, but the one between Twilight High and Traverse High was legendary. It made sense, I suppose, our mascots where the Nobodies and the Keyblades. As the key blades fought the Nobodies, our schools fought wars in just about everything.
The rivalry had gone on since before my parents had gone to the high schools, maybe that's why they still fought a lot. Back when we had our first sporting event against each other. The game was taking place at Twilight High and everything seemed to be going fine, at least till the last quarter. Now our biggest rivalry was on the soccer field, that's where everything started going wrong. On that fateful game, a Twilight goalie had gone to get the ball. Covering it with his body, a Traverse player had run up and kicked him in the head to get the ball. When the referee tried to figure out what was going on the Traverse player denied kicking the goalie saying that he had no possession of the ball at the time. Eventually everyone was fighting and the police were called.
Twilight lost the game, the goalie was unable to play for the rest of the season, and war between the schools was declared. During my parents' time at the high schools, the schools played horrible pranks against each other. At one point, Twilight released a flock of heartless into Traverse, causing mass panic. In retaliation, Traverse students lined the halls with itching powder and spoiled milk.
The rivalry was legendary between the school districts, every one new about it. Everyone had a story to tell. Everyone acted like they played a part in keeping it alive.
Roxas went to Traverse.
I went to Twilight.
It was sad really, especially since my older brothers, Riku and Cloud, didn't want me hanging out with Roxas at all. They blamed him for me injuring my finger on a bike ride. When really I had just been trying to fix my chain and the bike fell over. In truth Riku use to be best friends with Sora, Roxas's older brother. When they started high school that changed though, now they wouldn't even see each other without fighting.
Roxas handed me my controller, and I blinked taking it from him. Our hands brushed as the controller switched hands, bringing a blush to my cheeks and a sudden shift from him back to the screen. We started playing again, but I was just too distracted by him to pay attention. Every move he made was magnified ten times to me, especially when he shifted so our legs where touching. My fingers slipped from the keys on the last part and the game was over. Roxas threw his hands in the air and gave a yell of excitement.
"Alright! I just kicked your butt!"
"It's just a stupid game," I muttered tossing the guitar aside and crossing my arms.
"Aw, what's wrong Nami?" he asked with a taunting smile, "Sad because I just owned you?"
I laughed slightly and bopped him on the head with the palm of my hand.
"Ouch," he said grinning at me before poking my ribs, "Let's play again."
"No," I said, "I'm bored."
"Oh come on," Roxas laughed, "You're just scared. You never do anything in your life that scares you."
"Really?" I asked, wanting to prove him wrong but not knowing the best way to do it.
I've thought about kissing Roxas more than once, dreamed about it, and even drew it. But I'd always been terrified of actually doing it, afraid of destroying our friendship.
We'd met three years ago at a summer camp, when Roxas found me hiding in the woods eating six sea salt ice creams that I'd stolen from the counselors' office while everyone else was watching a movie. I had planned on sharing it with my cabin mates to make friends. I didn't have any, because no one ever wanted to talk to me.
But then I heard them talking about me as I neared the cabin, laughing at my drawings and clothes. I decided to go to the woods and eat the ice cream myself. I was starting on the fourth one when Roxas found me; he was actually looking for a wristband he had lost earlier.
I'd seen him around the camp before, but I never had the nerve to talk to him. Not only was he a Keyblade, even at camps Keyblades and Nobodies didn't hang out, but also because he was always around other people because of his personality. And I…I had no friends before Roxas. It didn't help that Riku always picked on me and being a star on the soccer team everyone followed his example.
Now, the forest was a big place, but I wasn't exactly happy about being found. I was about to get up, run, and throw some ice cream at his face when he suddenly took the ice cream from my hand and started eating it, somehow after that he made me laugh. We'd been inseparable ever since, even thought our schools where rivals. Unfortunately, we had to deal with our siblings' constant harassment over being friends.
But still, the thought of being more than friends had popped into my head last year. And since then, it would not go away. And trust me, I'd tried to force it away by thinking about things like Roxas sick with a runny nose, red rimmed eyes, and throw up breath. Not even that would get the thoughts out of my head.
So I leaned in towards him, closing the distance between our faces on the blue couch and planted my lips on his before I could change my mind. I wouldn't have ever done it if Roxas hadn't taunted me like that.
I was kissing my best friend.
The guy who had seen me sick in bed, in my grungy pajamas, with awful bed head, and so many other embarrassing things that I never even thought about until that moment, but…I liked it.
I was kissing Roxas.
And I loved it.
