Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story besides the plot. Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me nor does Belle of the Boulevard. All I own is the plot.
Belle of the Boulevard
By xLycheeRain
Roxas groaned silently as he felt cramps across his body. He slowly lifted his eyelids and found himself face-to-face with a blonde-haired female. A slight blush spread over his cheeks as he took in his surroundings. Roxas' arms encircled the sleeping angel's waist, bringing her body closer to his while her arms were wrapped around his neck, making their foreheads touch.
Roxas swore silently in his head, he thought he'd gotten over his hormones already… obviously the female in his arms proved him wrong – again. This happened so many times when they were in high school that it wasn't even funny. Naminé would just fall asleep next to him and he just couldn't resist putting his arms around her.
Roxas could only formulate two words for his predicament: This sucks. He sighed lightly and jostled the sleeping blonde in his arms, trying to wake her. Roxas watched as Naminé wrinkled her nose adorably but then relaxed her face again; how does she keep sleeping? Roxas chuckled mutely and thought about the other ways to wake this girl up.
After pondering for a few seconds, Roxas lifted his face away from hers and lifted up his hand, positioning his fingers for the perfect flick on the forehead – just like in middle school. Roxas let a smirk wheedle its way onto his face as he let his finger forward to meet with Naminé's skull. Instead of the reaction he was expecting – which was her squirming uncomfortably and then waking up, smacking him on the arm – Naminé kicked him, hard, in the shins. Surprised, Roxas rolled off the bed with a muffled thump.
"Ow…"
"That's what you get, you bitch…"
Roxas looked up from massaging his shins and saw a disheveled looking Naminé glaring at him with fatigue-filled eyes. Roxas eyes were practically shining with mischievousness, he let out,
"I didn't know you swore, Nami."
Naminé mockingly said that back to him and grabbed the blankets to hide under their warmth again. Instead of letting her sleep, Roxas decided to have some fun; after all, that's what he planned for today. Roxas ignored the throbbing pain in his legs and knelt beside the bed, slowly reaching for the ends of the blanket, ready to pull them all off.
- x -
Naminé was finally under the warmth of the covers again. She hadn't slept so well in… forever really. It was so weird, she'd have her best naps when Roxas was with her, maybe it was the best friend thing, nostalgia. The only problem was that the spiky-haired male always had the weirdest ways of waking her up… his favorite being flicking her on the forehead… Seriously, what was his problem?
Just as Naminé was thinking about Roxas' 'problem', a rush of cool air brushed against her exposed skin. Shivering violently, she shrank back into Roxas' hoodie and sweats, like a turtle. Naminé felt weight shift around on the bed until it was right next to her arm; she quickly turned over, determined to ignore the other blond. In a split second, the weight next to her started bouncing her up and down.
"He can't possibly be trying to play 'popcorn' with me now… can he?"
After a few more minutes of bed-bouncing, Naminé finally had enough. She snapped from her position and reached for Roxas' collar. Instead of meeting contact with the fabric she lunged for, her arm was caught by warm hands and was pulled up into a sitting position. Naminé finally cracked open her eyes to give Roxas a menacing scowl, only to find his face closer than she imagined. Roxas gave her a smirk and breathed,
"Morning, bed-head."
Naminé flushed and quickly retorted,
"You have morning breath, bed-head."
Roxas immediately jumped off the bed and ran towards to the bathroom. Knowing that she won this battle, Naminé smiled triumphantly and finally climbed out of bed. She knew Roxas couldn't stand having bad breath, just one of his random OCD's.
Naminé stretched a bit and walked around Roxas' room again, she stopped in front of a mirror and adjusted her necklace. Naminé's fingers froze around the necklace bob and let a smile creep onto her face; she had her necklace back. She started thinking about what had happened in the past few days… all the way back when Roxas found her horribly drunk in that bar. Then shock ran across Naminé's face; her car was still there.
Frantically, Naminé pushed Roxas' bathroom door open and was about to tell Roxas about her car when she abruptly paused at the scene in front of her. Roxas was brushing his teeth vigorously, toothpaste foaming from his mouth, and a bottle of mouth wash in hand. He looked over at her with a bewildered expression; giving him the look of an innocent puppy that just found out his bone had been moved.
Naminé doubled over in laughter, eventually falling to the ground. In her hysteria, she could distantly hear sounds of someone spitting and gurgling. She tried looking through her eyes, but they were filled with tears from laughing so much.
Naminé felt herself being picked up; she wiped her wet eyes and saw Roxas carrying her down the stairs. Naminé opened her mouth to speak but Roxas just blew a gust of minty breath in her face. She huffed angrily and looked away, staying silent for the rest of the stair steps. As they entered the kitchen, Naminé stole a peek at Roxas. She found a small smile playing on his lips and she smiled to herself; they were starting to make amends. As they drew nearer to the dining table, Naminé realized something.
With that, she jumped (well more like tried to jump) out of Roxas' arms and landed on the floor with a light thud. Looking surprised, Roxas gave her a questioning look. Naminé trudged over and gave him a peck on the cheek. She winked playfully and said,
"You aren't the only one with morning breath y'know…"
- x -
Roxas' hand flew up to his cheek after he made sure Naminé was out of sight. All the blood in his body seemed to pool into that one area where Naminé's lips touched him. Sighing exasperatedly, a frustrated Roxas ran a hand through his hair. That woman was going to drive him crazy.
Roxas shook his head and walked over to the thermometer on the wall, it felt particularly hot today… The instrument on the wall read 75 degrees Fahrenheit; no wonder. Roxas shrugged and pulled his shirt off, launching it across the room onto the couch in the living room.
Just as Roxas turned around to start preparing breakfast, he heard a certain someone fall down the stairs. Swiveling on his heel, Roxas immediately rushed to the site of the fall, with all those bruises Naminé already had, that tumble down the stairs couldn't have helped.
- x -
Naminé sat on the ground, rubbing the back of her head. Karma definitely sucked. She slowly stood up, using the stair railing as support; her body groaned in protest as she straightened up. Sleeping in the same bed as Roxas wasn't the brightest idea she had, but it got her some sleep so she didn't mind.
The subconscious thought of her and Roxas sharing the same bed made Naminé flush. They were grown up now, to anyone else, they'd look like more than just best friends… she shook her head violently; she refused to think of that. However, it was too late. Naminé's thoughts wandered off until it came to a stop at a certain question: Does Roxas have a girlfriend? From there, more thoughts followed: What if I'm a nuisance right now? Am I a bother to him?
So lost in her thoughts, Naminé didn't even notice said blond hastily walk over to her. The flaxen blonde muttered wryly to herself,
"Is life always hard?"
"It is if you're always so clumsy."
Naminé jumped at the sudden voice, momentarily losing her balance. Instead of falling face-first onto the wooden floor, an arm held her up. A low voice chuckled,
"You're such a klutz."
Naminé shrugged off Roxas' grasp and shuffled past him, muttering in her embarrassment. Much to her dismay, she tripped on her own feet, causing Roxas to catch her once more. Turning bright pink, Naminé murmured a silent thanks and walked into the kitchen, leaving Roxas with his hand still raised in mid-air, holding the space where her arm used to be.
- x -
Roxas couldn't help but feel his heart sink when Naminé brushed past him. With a suppressed sigh, he followed her soft foot steps into the kitchen. When did things become so complicated? Immersed in his thoughts, Roxas didn't notice that Naminé stopped dead in her tracks ahead of him, leading him to bump into her roughly.
Not seeming to care, Naminé turned on her heel to face him. She didn't look him in the face, but she spoke loud enough for him to hear,
"Roxas… my car is still at the bar."
Roxas nearly sighed with relief internally. Is that what she was worried about? Roxas chuckled and suggested,
"Well, we can go get it now. We'll take the bus and grab some coffee along the way. How's that sound?"
Hesitation was clear on Naminé's face. She started chewing her lip, if Roxas were still a teenage boy, he wouldn't be able to steer his eyes away from the blonde's mouth. Roxas snapped out of his flashback to his teenage years when Naminé spoke quietly,
"But… what am I going to wear? I mean, it's so hot outside right now… And, I don't really… want to go back to my house at the moment…"
Roxas took her hand and proceeded to his room. After motioning for Naminé to sit on his bed, Roxas walked into his closet thoughtfully. Roxas pulled out one of his smaller black and white plaid button-ups and a middle school t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He stepped back into his room and tossed the clothes towards Naminé who seemed to be spacing out. He rubbed the back of his head and admitted,
"Those are the smallest clothes I have… But, I guess you also want to keep those… markings covered up, right?"
He stared at the blonde female who was sitting on his bed in silence. He was seriously beginning to worry. He made his way to his bed and eased himself next to her, wrapping one arm around her shoulder and tucking her into the crook of his neck. Roxas murmured gently,
"Hey… it's alright. Life is always hard."
No response.
Roxas shrugged, he rubbed Naminé's pale shoulder one last time before he got up from the bed and walked towards the door. He tilted his head in her direction and said,
"I'll wait downstairs and try and find some of my mom's shoes for you. Change and come down whenever you're ready."
With that, Roxas stepped out of the room and shut the door with a muffled click, not seeing the blonde female place a hand where his once was.
- x -
Naminé sat with her legs under her on Roxas' bed, hands clutching the old fabric between her fingers. Her earlier worries were beginning to amplify with every bit of help Roxas gave her. His soothing words did the exact opposite; it felt like needles were pricking every inch of her body.
Sighing, Naminé got up slowly and headed towards the bathroom and locked the door behind her. As she pulled the comfy hoodie off, she couldn't stop her eyes from drifting over to the mirror. Each dark bruise stood out prominently on her alabaster skin. When she felt her eyes water, she quickly averted her gaze to the clothing in her hands. She hastily slipped on the cool fabric and hurriedly left the bathroom to find Roxas.
Naminé walked into the kitchen to find Roxas leaning against the wall with a pair of shoes next to him. His eyes were glazed over, like he was thinking about something. She flushed when she noticed that Roxas was shirtless.
"When did that happen?" she thought to herself.
Willing her blush to go away, Naminé shuffled next to him, making her presence known. Roxas snapped out of his daze and offered her a small smile, he said,
"Here, put these shoes on and wait for me while I go change. I'll be right back; we'll get your car afterwards."
Roxas ruffled Naminé's hair up before he trotted away towards his room. Naminé sighed heavily and whispered to herself,
"Am I really causing this much trouble for him?"
- x -
Roxas was thoroughly confused as to why Naminé was acting the way she was now. He briskly went into his closet again and pulled out a white button down with vertical baby blue stripes and a white V-neck. He walked out of his closet and threw the clothes onto the bed and went over to his drawers, raking through his shorts. He finally decided on tan cargo shorts and threw those on the bed as well.
Slipping everything on, he grabbed his wallet that was sitting on his desk and left the room. Jogging down the stairs, Roxas found Naminé in the same place where he left her. Her face held a sullen expression, but she tried to hide it when she caught sight of him.
One question rang through Roxas' mind: What could be bothering her?
- x -
Naminé leaned against the wall, staring down at her borrowed shoes under her borrowed sweatpants. When had she become so dependent on people? She heard footsteps approaching and instantly changed her expression, trying to make sure Roxas didn't notice. As Roxas drew nearer, he gave her another smile and held out his hand.
"Ready to go?"
Naminé merely nodded in response. When she grasped his hand, the warm familiar comfort didn't wash over her like usual; this feeling was laced with guilt.
The pair stepped out into the blazing sunlight and Naminé had to resort to squinting. She didn't even remember the last time she was outside. Naminé walked hand-in-hand with Roxas all the way to the bus stop. Neither of them said a word. When the bus arrived, the two stepped onto the vehicle silently.
The air between the two blonds seemed to get heavier each second the silence lasted. Naminé squirmed in her seat, she never felt so awkward next to Roxas before. She turned her head to face the window. In the next few quiet minutes, Naminé was completely absorbed in the passing scenery; she nearly jumped when she finally heard Roxas speak,
"Nami… can you tell me what's bothering you?"
Naminé froze in her seat, giving no response.
"Nami? Please?"
Naminé wanted to tell Roxas badly, but that would just impose more weight on him, making her feel even guiltier. Naminé's skin prickled with sadness when she heard Roxas murmur pleadingly,
"Naminé… Please… stop… stop shutting me out."
Naminé slowly turned around to find Roxas staring hard into his lap. She swore she could've seen tiny liquid beads forming at the edges of his eyes.
- x -
Roxas balled his hands into fists. He could feel a warm sting in his eyes but he didn't care. Whatever was bothering Naminé was starting to bother him. Just yesterday, she was fine, but today, something definitely changed.
A soft touch on his shoulder made him snap his head up. Cobalt eyes met cornflower blue. Gentle fingers wiped the lone tears on his cheeks away. Naminé's soft voice inquired,
"Roxas… why are you crying?"
"I want my best friend back."
Roxas watched as Naminé's expression go from concern, to distressed, then to confused.
"But—"
"She's currently not here with me mentally. She won't answer me at all."
Naminé lowered her head and whispered,
"Because she doesn't want her best friend to think that she's annoying…"
Roxas' eyes brightened a fraction. That was it?
"Well… her best friend thinks that's stupid."
Naminé's eyes widened a bit. Looking shocked, Naminé tried to scoot away from him, but Roxas cornered her against the window and gripped her chin to make her look at him.
"Her best friend thinks that's stupid because… that would never happen. Her best friend loves her very much. Her best friend would do anything for her –"
Roxas paused – he saw Naminé's eyes grow rounder so he quickly tacked on,
"Because that's what best friends do for each other."
Roxas felt his heart cave in inside his chest, not noticing the blonde female's face fell slightly as well.
Roxas suddenly felt two slender arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down. He then found himself tucked under Naminé's chin. He heard a muffled voice through his hair mutter,
"Sorry… for making you wait."
Roxas smiled into Naminé's borrowed shirt and let his arms wind around her back. He hesitated in adding the next phrase, but he decided to anyway.
"I'll wait forever if I have to."
The rest of the bus ride was spent in comfortable silence.
- x -
As the familiar streets of downtown Twilight Town came into view, Naminé shuddered. Even though her night there was blurry, it didn't stop from making her feel uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat a bit, trying not to wake a sleeping Roxas. Looking down, Naminé noticed his peaceful expression, lips slightly parted. She smiled into his hair and gave his back a light pat.
Naminé looked out the window and saw the bar nearing; she hesitantly raised her hand to pull the stopper on the bus. With a light ding, the bus rolled to a stop and Roxas eyes gradually opened. Naminé heard a groan from her best friend as he lifted himself out of his sleeping position. She giggled when he gave her a confounded look when she tugged him off the bus. The laughter quickly faded when she realized where they were.
Naminé's eyes trailed down to her hand when she felt Roxas' warm hand encase hers. The two briskly walked into the bar to find the bartender idly cleaning a glass. Looking up, the bartender's eyes glinted knowingly.
"Back for the car?"
Roxas nodded and the bartender threw a ring of keys at him. Naminé watched in shock when Roxas walked over to the bartender and gave him a fist bump.
"Thanks Hayner."
"Anytime. Oh and… that car… heh… um… might need some washing."
"…"
"…Well, it looks like you haven't had any breakfast so here are some pastries!"
"…"
"I didn't spike them, I swear! Jeez Roxas, that was one time!"
Roxas gave 'Hayner' a pointed look, grabbed the food, and tugged Naminé out of there. With confusion, Naminé asked,
"Um… you two know each other?"
"Yeah, we were college buddies, same fraternity house, y'know?"
Naminé nodded slowly and then another question popped into her head,
"…What did he mean that we would need to wash my car?"
Roxas paused for a second and continued,
"…I'd rather not know."
Naminé tilted her head in confusion but soon stopped dead in her tracks. Her car was a mess. In just three days of idling, the car had splatters of mud and what seems to be beer all over. Naminé walked over to the driver side and opened the door, about to get in when Roxas stopped her.
"You don't have the keys, remember?"
Naminé tried to grab the key ring dangling on Roxas' finger as he lifted it out of her reach.
"Nor do you have your license…"
Naminé huffed angrily and grabbed the pastries from Roxas' hands. She then walked to the passenger side, got in and slammed the door. She looked away when Roxas got into the driver seat and started the car, laughing.
"C'mon Nam. It's not like I'm gonna crash or anything…"
Naminé blew some hair out of her face, pulled out a pastry and started nibbling on it.
"Nami…"
"…"
"If you're not gonna talk now, you'll regret it later."
Naminé snapped her head around to face Roxas, just to find him facing the road with a smug smirk on his face. Before Naminé could open her mouth, Roxas had already driven into a nearby car wash and gotten out of the vehicle.
Naminé quickly followed suit. She hurried over to Roxas where he was already depositing munny into the machine. Tapping him on the shoulder, Roxas turned around to look at her with a blank expression, devoid of any emotion. Naminé was taken aback, was her silence really that intolerable? Roxas wordlessly brushed past her for the water hose.
Following him, Naminé quickly caught up and grasped the hand that wasn't holding the hose. He didn't turn around. Naminé licked her lips and started,
"Roxas, I—"
In a second, Naminé was drenched from head to toe, with her mouth still open from her interrupted sentence. Her flaxen hair was plastered to her back and forehead. Scowling from beneath her bangs, she seethed at the blond male in front of her.
"I told you you'd pay…"
- x -
Roxas' smirk broke into a fit laughter as he observed his best friend's behavior. That's what she gets for being silent all the time. Besides... a car wash shouldn't always be boring and tedious…
Roxas placed his thumb over the nozzle and was about to spray his blonde companion again when the hose was ripped out of his hands and he was met with a face full of water. Roxas peered under his dripping hair to see a smirk playing on Naminé's lips while his had been washed off by the hose.
With a growl, Roxas tried to wrench the hose out of Naminé's grasp, only to be sprayed back by a jet of water from his best friend. Spluttering from the water intake, Roxas lunged again, successfully getting the hose away from Naminé.
Roxas aimed the hose, ready to fire when he realized the flaxen blonde was nowhere in sight. Looking around, he noticed a pair of sandaled feet on the other side of the car. With a smirk, Roxas aimed a stream of water at the feet; when he heard a high-pitched shriek, he knew he got the right person.
A blonde head stuck out from over the top of the car, Roxas took no hesitation in blasting said blonde with another bout of water. Instead of like he planned, the head ducked out of sight so the water ricocheted off the car sides; Roxas hoped that she at least got sprayed by some projectile drops.
They revolved around the car a bit, successfully "cleaning" the car like they intended to. With multiple sprays and drenched clothing, a defeated voice called out,
"Fine! I give, I give!"
Roxas lowered the water hose and gave a skeptical look at the cowering figure through the car windows.
"Seriously! I don't have anything to spray you with… truce?"
Roxas kept his suspicious expression but nodded. He kept his eyes trained on Naminé as she slowly stepped out from behind the car and made her way over to where he stood. Naminé shook her head a few times, water droplets flying from her hair. A grin crept up onto Roxas face.
Making sure Naminé was looking down, he sprayed her again. From the expression the woman in front of him gave him, he was in for it – big time.
"Hikari! I'm gonna get you SO bad that you wish you were never born…"
Roxas scoffed.
"I'd like to see you try, Blondie—"
With that, Roxas was tackled to the ground with a surprised yelp. The hose wrestled away from his hands. When Roxas finally opened his eyes, he found a very pissed off Naminé sitting on top of him, hose pointed at his face.
"Shit."
"That's right, Blondie."
Roxas crammed his eyes shut, waiting for the worst. He heard the click of the hose handle – nothing happened. He heard it again, and again… Gathering his courage, Roxas dared to open one eye and see what has happening. The hose was still pointed at his face, but no water came out. Roxas sighed with relief and started to laugh as Naminé continued to try and get the water to spray. He cracked a smile and taunted,
"So what's this about me not wanting to be born?"
He watched as a flustered Naminé fumed on top of him, eventually slapping his cheeks repeatedly.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! I get it!"
Naminé smirked triumphantly above him and started to lift herself off. She held out a hand to help Roxas up. He took it graciously and rubbed the back of his head.
"Jeez… you didn't have to knock me to the ground you know…"
Naminé stuck her tongue out at him.
"You –!"
"Roxas?"
The two blonds snapped their heads in the direction where the voice rang out.
- x -
Naminé felt something rise up in her when she heard a feminine voice call out her best friend's name. The feeling was immediately replaced with guilt when a beautiful brunette with big green eyes walked into view. Roxas' voice startled her,
"Olette?"
"Roxas!"
Naminé felt Roxas' warm presence leave her side when he ran over to the new comer and gave her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Naminé felt herself flare up and then die down; she can't be the only girl in his life, right? She can't have him all to herself… right? It's his life; he should spend it how he wanted… Naminé leaned against her car. Then why did seeing those two hurt so much?
Naminé tuned out their excited chatter and closed her eyes, willing the stinging in her blue orbs to go away. She heard splashes making their way towards her and a very faint: Bye Olette!
Naminé opened her eyes again to see Roxas with an exuberant smile on his face. When he turned to face her, and said,
"Sorry to leave you like that Nami, I just haven't seen Olette in the longest time! I – Nami, you're shivering!"
Naminé looked down. She was indeed shaking.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would've left Olette earlier so we can get you cleaned up!"
Naminé flinched when he heard the other girl's name. She then grumbled almost inaudibly,
"…Well this is technically your fault."
Roxas rolled his eyes and pushed Naminé towards the passenger seat. He paused at his door and asked,
"…Er, you don't mind if your seats get wet… right?"
Naminé gave Roxas a pointed look,
"Looks like I don't have a choice, right?"
Roxas stood up and held his hands up.
"Touchy touchy…"
Naminé scoffed as Roxas walked around the car, but let a small smile slip onto her face. Roxas got into the car and started the engine, they drove home in welcomed silence, save for Naminé's chattering teeth.
Naminé was rushed out of her car and into Roxas' house. He hurried her into his bathroom so she could take a hot shower before she got sick; it was starting to near nightfall already. After pushing her into the bathroom, Roxas called through the door,
"I'll lay a set of clothes out for you on my bed again, okay? I'll be in the guest room taking a shower."
Naminé heard his footsteps walk away before she could answer. Shrugging, she peeled off the sticky, wet clothing and stepped into the inviting, hot shower.
- x -
Roxas tore through his clothes and picked something random threw it onto the bed. He went back into his closet and pulled any available pieces of clothing from their rack and hastily went to the guest room for his shower.
Why did he have to give Naminé light-colored clothing today? Roxas stepped out of his wet clothes and jumped into the shower. Stupid testosterone. Shaking his head, Roxas emptied thoughts and listened to the sound of water hitting tile – this afternoon's events starting to replay in his head.
- x -
Naminé stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around herself. In doing so, her stomach growled noisily. How had she gone a whole day without food? She walked out into Roxas' bedroom, finding it empty. She grabbed the discarded clothes lying on the bed and stepped back into the bathroom to change.
Afterwards, she went down the hallway and heard the water running in the guestroom. She shrugged and continued on into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and looked at its contents. Naminé found a container of left over noodles. She pulled it out and heated it up.
She made her way to the cupboard and pulled out two plates and two forks and started to set up the table. The microwave beeped and Naminé took out the hot container. Scooping out a pile of noodles, she began to eat.
A few minutes later, she heard the floorboards creak; Naminé looked up to see Roxas with dripping hair and drooping eyes. How did it still stay spiky when wet? She opened her mouth to tell him to sit. Instead of having words come out, a yawn came instead. Roxas chuckled lightly and asked,
"Sleepy?"
Naminé nodded slowly. Then Roxas let out a yawn himself, after rubbing his eyes, he murmured,
"Here, you go up to bed, I'll finish up here –"
Before finishing his sentence, Roxas yawned again. Naminé smiled,
"No. You eat a little bit and go up to bed. I'll finish up here."
Roxas grinned and nodded. He plopped down into his chair and started to eat slowly. Naminé picked up her empty plate and went over to the sink, letting the water run over the porcelain.
"By the way, your car keys and bag with everything in it are sitting on my desk."
Naminé nodded.
She finished up her plate and fork, a clatter of metal against clay sounded next to her as Roxas dropped his utensils into the sink. Wrapping his arms around her neck and giving her a kiss on the cheek, he muttered sleepily,
"Thanks, Nami."
Roxas unraveled his arms and turned on his heel to climb the stairs to his room. Flushing, Naminé brought her hand up to her cheek. In the same moment, the scene where Roxas kissed Olette on the cheek flashed before her eyes.
Naminé let her hand drop and went back to mechanically washing the dishes. She was always in the way, wasn't she? If she weren't there, Roxas wouldn't have to cut his time short with Olette. Naminé made up her mind as she finished cleaning the dishes.
Making her way up to Roxas' room, she saw him sprawled across his bed, passed out. The scene melted her heart. Naminé quietly stepped next to the bed and knelt beside the sleeping Roxas. She let a finger dwindle on his cheekbones and eyelids. Sighing lightly, Naminé brushed Roxas' bangs from his forehead and landed a light kiss on his tan skin.
Naminé stood up and let her fingers linger on Roxas' face. Roxas groaned lightly and muttered her name, causing a blush to paint the flaxen blonde's cheeks. Naminé hastily left Roxas' bedside before she had a change of heart. She grabbed her keys and bag and rushed out of Roxas' room, turned off the lights, and shut the door with a muffled click.
Naminé ran out to her car and got in it. She looked up at the sky in wonder, when had it started raining? Naminé started the engine and reversed out of the driveway. She gave one last glance at her second home, letting a few tears escape her eyes. She whispered,
"I'm sorry." Before speeding towards her own house.
- x -
After driving for about 20 minutes, the storm grew heavier. Claps of thunder and flashes of lightning now joined the pelting rain drops. Naminé finally reached her house and hastily made her way to the front door. She fumbled with her bag until she found her house keys, letting herself inside.
Sighing heavily, Naminé tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear and climbed the stairs towards her room. She missed Roxas already, her place felt so cold and desolate compared to his.
Naminé swung the door to her room open and let her things drop on the floor. A flash of lightning lit up the room for a brief second, not that Naminé noticed anything. She walked to her door, meaning to close it when a chilling voice spoke,
"Hey Babe."
Naminé froze. He couldn't… could he? She hoped that this was a nightmare. She hoped that she was still in Roxas' bed, wrapped protectively in his arms. She hoped that she was anywhere but here.
Reality took a toll on Naminé as she was pushed roughly against the wall. She felt a calloused finger trace her jaw line as it tipped her chin up. Another pair of lips hovered dangerously close over hers. The voice laughed darkly and whispered,
"Where have you been hiding?"
A/N: I am SO sorry that this took so long! ...So here's an extra long update :D! I def wanted to get this out on Thanksgiving, to be thankful to ALL of you faithful readers out there :3. This is def my first 'successful' long story sooo THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT c:.
I think there's about one or two chapters left of this story... Depending on how I feel... but don't worry, many things will be resolved in... -shiftyeyes- THE SEQUEL [DUNDUNDUN.]
[btw, popcorn was a game I used to play on the trampoline, basically, someone is curled up in a ball and the other people around them jump close to them to get them to 'pop' out. haha... get it :P?]
haha. ANYWAY.
I really hope you enjoyed! Though this may be my last update for a while... I'm a busy girl now ;~;.
-xLychee
