A/N: I reread the first chapter so I could get a feel of the story again and cringed. A lot. I barely edited that thing and it was just..yeah.. So I rewrote that and encourage you to read it before reading this chapter. Here's chapter 2. Hopefully it's better. Also, it will be in first person from now on. Disc: I don't own anything.
I smiled and smelled my hands to reveal that they, in fact, did smell like my favorite brand of paint I use all the time. I moved down to the next item on the list. "She doesn't mind my awesome nicknames." Awesome isn't the word /I/ would use, but he did give me a lot of nicknames. I can't even remember them all. They ranged from okay to absolutely ridiculous.
I sighed and wiped the sweat from my brow. It was spring. Gorgeous weather, beautiful flowers, and chores. My apartment desperately needed the cleaning too. Roxas had decided to come over and hassle me as I attempted to work. He was currently wasting oxygen on my couch. I need to clean /that/ too. Great. I moved to get the vacuum cleaner resting against the couch when a voice stopped me.
"Nami, I'm hungry. Feed me."
"Don't call me that. You know where the fridge is. I'm busy." He groaned and rolled over onto the floor. You'd think he would get up again but no, he just laid there face down. Sighing, I grabbed the vacuum and got back to work. A couple minutes passed when he piped up again.
"Nams. I'm dying."
"No you're not. Get up, I have to vacuum." I heard him mumble something about me being a housewife. That jerk, I am not a housewife in any form. I kicked him, mumbling back that I wasn't even married. To this, he giggled. Like a school girl. This guy.
"If I ask you to marry me, will you make me a sandwich?"
"Roxas, what makes you think I'd marry you?"
"My dastardly charming looks, among other things."
"Right. I just always forget about that part of you." I step over him to grab the dusting sheets as he laughs and continues to ramble.
"Hey Naminator. Your floor is gross." I ignore him. "It's hot in here. Oh wait, it's just me." I think he's drunk. Who gave him alcohol? We have a specific rule against giving Roxas any beer. He's a crazy drunk, and while it's fun to be around him while hes drunk, the hangover is always terrible. I step over him again, but this time he grabs my leg.
"Let go know unless you want to never see that arm again."
"Oh, Nom Nom, you don't have the guts to go all The Book Of Eli on me. Hey, your legs are pretty soft." I shake him off and move on to the kitchen. I can hear him in the other room. He's starting to sing a song. I believe it's of his own composition. Yep, definitely drunk.
"Roxas, shut up."
"She's namtastic and namazing. She Namine!" Oh, he even had a big finish.
"That was beautiful, Roxas, I give you snaps." I grab his legs and start pulling him away from his position on the floor. If he's going to waste space, he should do it somewhere else. He starts to giggle and begins mumbling something.
"RokuNami? No. Romine? Better but still no. Namixas. That's the one."
"How much have you had to drink tonight?" he holds up both of his hands with three fingers up on one and four up on the other.
"If you put our names together. You get Namixas."
"That's great, Roxas." He smiles and I can feel his ego swell to the size of the room.
"I'm pretty smart. You people underestimate me." I drop his legs down at the entrance of the apartment. I start to walk away, but stop myself when he picks himself up and opens the door.
"Are you crazy? You're not driving right now! It's late anyway. My couch is available if you need it." He smiles and starts to run at me.
"Ne Ne! You're so good to me!" That's his stupidest nickname by far. He glomps me, interrupting my thoughts.
"Rox, get off now."
"Trying your hand at nicknames, I see. Perhaps if you train under me, you can become the very best."
"Like no one ever was?"
"Yes, young grasshopper. Quote the Pokemon theme to appease your new master." I quirk an eyebrow and he picks me up bridle style and spins me around. Perhaps you don't know this, but drunk people and spinning don't mix. He falls to the ground in a heap, bringing me with him. I would be angry but it's just too damn hard not to join him in his incessant laughing.
"Namine, my head hurts." He is such a wuss. Morning came with barfing.
"Have you tried a pregnancy test yet? Who could the father be? Axel?" I ask him as he barfs yet again.
"I would never have a child with Axel. That child would have such a hard life."
"And spiky hair."
"The chicks would dig him." I knock him over and he yelps. "Head. Ache. Don't touch me." He grabs the blanket he used to sleep last night and pulls it over his head. We've been whispering this whole time and I guess touching him will also bring out 'Diva Roxas.'
"You're a lightweight. Only 7 drinks? You want some tea or something?"
"Don't insult me and then try to be nice to me. Yes." I roll my eyes and go I make his tea. As the water boils he starts to talk again. "Besides, I was drinking straight Vodka, not your sissy drinks."
"You're dumb."
"Oh, yeah? Well your super dumb."
"Whatever you say, Roxy." He pulls the blanket off just enough so I can see his eyes.
"Roxy?"
"Yeah. You know, I'm just trying to impress my master with a new nickname I have for you. Do you like it, Roxine?"
"I don't know yet. It sounds too much like Larxene, Narluxia."
"Raix."
"Nairi."
"Rora."
"Niku."
"We're just changing the first letter of our friend's names. That's lame."
"You started it."
"Go to sleep."
"Can do!" With that, the alarm signaling the water being fully boiled went off and a blonde head popped back out. "Tea?"
"Yep." I smiled at him and brought him the tea.
"Marry me. Make me tea everyday." He finished it and got up from the couch. "What if I told you that I was never drunk in the first place? I just wanted special treatment."
"I would say your an idiot."
"So basically no different then usual?" I nodded and he kissed my forehead.
"Thanks for everything, Nami." he walked out the door, leaving me to realize that I will never lose the stupid nickname.
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