Author's Note: Yesss! I've been so productive lately. I can't believe I'm on Chapter 4 already. But you wanna know what's weird? When I first started this story, the only part I had figured out was Chapter 8, which you guys will love btw, and nothing else. I just winged it on the first Chapter. Funny, right? Ah well. I'll shut up so you can read.

Chapter 4

You can Tell Me Anything

"True friends care enough to stab you in the front."

"Sora, knock it off. You've gotta come out from under your blanket sometime."

The brunette sinks into his bed even further than before, tightening his grip on the blanket he'd tossed over his head. He's been like that since two days ago, when Kairi told him that she liked Roxas. I mean, why would she like Roxas? Sure he's totally cool... and nice... and kinda handsome... and he's a total ladies' man without even trying... Damn. He can't even come up with a good reason for them to NOT be together. But he still wanted to be with Kairi.

Kairi...His cheeks warm at her thought. "No!"

Roxas sighs, rubs his back through the blanket and shifts closer to the hidden form. "Come on Sora. You're gonna catch a cold or something. And you've already skipped a day of classes; get over yourself and I'll go with you to Algebra." The blonde playfully punches his arm.

Sora whimpers. "But she's in my Algebra class..."

"I don't care if she's in your class, I'll drag you there if I have to." With one swift movement, Roxas had pulled away all the blankets covering Sora and pinned him down by each wrist on other side of him. "Come on, Sora. Be a man."

Sora flexes his muscles a little and looks away from the boy above him. "I am a man!"

"Yeah, a man who still cries when he gets to the part when Mufasa dies in the Lion King. Ladies beware."

"Oh come on, that was sad!" he counter, sitting up slightly. But once he gets up he finds his face uncomfortably close to Roxas's... When neither of them moved, silence flooded into their dorm.

Why isn't he moving?Sora panicked for a minute, heart suddenly beating a little bit faster as he stared his roommate down. The blonde had a gentle look in his eyes, an unreadable expression that he couldn't figure out. It wasn't as awkward or disturbed like he was sure his face looked... more like comfortable and...

Creepy. Really, really creepy.

"R-Roxas?" Sora's voice cracks as he stares up at the older blonde boy, taking a deep gulp when he starts bringing his face down closer to his. Pretty soon he can almost feel his breath on his lips and his heart is beating so fasts that Roxas can probably hear it and holy shit what the hell is he doing and why is he so close and...

His thoughts trail off when he feels lips against his cheeks. Roxas laughs and rolls off of him, helps him up so he can stand too. "I'm just messin' with ya." (Even so, his cheeks were a bright shade of red.)

Certainly didn't feel like it.

"Look, if this whole Kairi thing's gotten you too shaken up, you can always just talk to me about it okay?" the blonde says. "I'm your friend, so don't go hiding things from me, get it?"

Well, that's kind of out of character...

"Y-Yeah. I get it."

Algebra was torture.

Sora had to sit there, two seats away from Kairi, swallowing his pride and hoping she didn't notice he was in today. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to her... I mean, she practically just rejected him straight to his face for Roxas the other day; what was he supposed to say to her? Things would be... just too awkward for comfort.

Riku slips a note on his desk.

Hey Casanova, are you feeling alright?

Casanova. Way to throw more salt in the wound, Riku. Nicely done.

Just fine. Why do you ask?

The silver-headed boy scribbles something on the note, but is called on by the teacher. He sneakily stands, pretending to knock over Sora's pencil (not actually pretending; he did...) and putting the note back on his desk as he answered number eight on the math homework. The teacher throws him a "well done" and turns her back to them, giving Sora a chance to read the messy written words.

Because you're doodling all over the desk, smart ass. You suck at drawing, by the way. Is that supposed to be Kairi or cow jumping over the moon?

The brunette shoots his friend an angry glare, only to see a flirtatious looking Kairi in the background. She smiled, shot him a wink and turned back to her homework.

Sora nearly melted right there. The teacher actually had to ask if he was okay; his cheeks were just THAT red. He slouched so far back in his chair he nearly got stuck under his desk.

This is getting out of hand... isn't it?

"Hey, Roxas, have you ever liked someone that didn't like you back?"

The blonde looks over, dropping his super-bouncy ball onto the floor and sits up on his bed. He had a stick of pockey hanging carelessly out of his mouth and papers scattered all over the top bunk; clearly Sora had caught him off guard with his question. "Uh yeah, hasn't everyone?"

"You didn't let me finish. Have you ever liked someone who... liked your best friend?"

"Lemme guess. This is Kairi related."

"Mhm."

"Figured as much." Sora takes a seat on his own bed across the room, falls back into the softness of his mattress and lets out an exasperated sigh. "Why, she likes Riku?"

"No, she likes you."

Roxas chuckles. "Gross."

Sora couldn't believe his ears. Kairi is one of the most beautiful girls he's ever come across in his life. How could anyone, ESPECIALLY Roxas the ladies' man, find her 'gross'? "Gross? Are you kidding me? She's hot."

"Yeah but she's a bitch. Just... try to stay away from girls like her, okay?" Roxas sighs, nibbling down on his still-standing pockey. He flips through his Algebra book blindly and slaps it shut, reaches for the book he threw at the other side of his bunk. "People like her are nothing but trouble."

"Okay, thanks I guess..." Sora shuts his eyes for a minute and breaths in deeply, looks over at his roommate, who was eating a stick of pockey and reading a paper-back (totally ruined, by the way) of Night by Elie Weisel. He'll never know how Roxas can stomach reading something like that; Sora got halfway into the book and nearly broke down into tears. "What about you?"

He looks up from his book. "Hm?"

"Do you like anyone?"

What?

"Do you?"

The blonde just sat there, staring at his roommate dumbfounded, so many thoughts running through his head. He could tell him who he liked right now and live with him hating him for so long... or he could wing it and say he liked Naminè. "Yeah. I do." His answer is simple, leaving things unknown and vague. But he knew exactly what Sora would ask next...

Sora cocks his head to the side a little, lips parted and he asks quietly, "Who?"

Of course. Just... lie to him, Rox. He doesn't need to know.

"Why do you care?" Roxas tosses his bouncy ball back at the ceiling again and lets it fall back onto his chest.

"Weren't you the one who said we're friends, and we can tell each other anything?"

Oh. I did say that, huh...

The blonde climbs down from the top bunk and stretches. He strides to the other side of the room, where Sora's sitting on his bed, and wraps a not-so subtle arm around his shoulder. "Sure I did. But this you don't have to worry about."

Sora squirms under his arm. "Why? Who is it?"

Roxas laughs. His roommate is so fun to tease.

Maybe...

"It's no fun if I just tell you. You have to figure it out, 'kay?"

He didn't even give Sora a chance to respond when he ran out the door.

-LE GASP!- Roxas likes someone? And even though I know who it is, it's a surprise? Oh em gee! :O :O :O

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