The General Principles of the Standardized Prom
by: startscribbling12


I honestly didn't want to eavesdrop on this conversation, but Roxas asked me to. He seem genuinely concerned about his relationship with Olette, so it would be in my duty to help him. He is my best friend, aside from Kairi. I pressed the mute button on my phone as the other line began to ring. I could hear Roxas drumming his fingers on his desk, and I could picture him. His blond hair a mess and his feet propped up on the edge of his bed. He was probably in his desk chair, and shirtless.

NO NAMINE.

Don't think like that.

"Hello?" Olette voice pulled me out of my thoughts and my breathing stopped. I don't know why I was freaking out. I mean—it wasn't my relationship at steak here.

"Ollie? Hey, it's Roxas." He told her, and I could feel the nervousness in his voice.

"Oh hey."

"You haven't talked to me recently, and I want to know why." He demanded.

"What are you talking about. I told you, I have been busy. And I don't fancy going out to party with your friends." She said. There was a sternness in her voice, and I stared at the wall in front of me with a confused expression.

"There has to be another reason. Everything was fine between us until Prom time rolled around." Roxas was right. Ever since the first prom sleep over Olette has been acting strange. Actually, ever since the whole Hayner kiss thing.

"You're making up stuff, Roxas. I'm not acting weird."

"Yes you are. You barely want to be around me."

"Stop making up stuff, Roxas!"

I had enough, really. I don't care if Roxas was making up stuff or not, but she really needed to calm down her attitude. "Olette, shut up!"

"Namine? What the hell?" Olette said in the phone. I could hear the anger in her voice. Roxas had stopped talking all together.

"I don't care who is wrong in this situation. Maybe Roxas is making up stuff, but you know what? You need to stop acting so mean to your boyfriend. He is right, you have been acting strange these past few days, and it is affecting everyone."

"I'm not really. And if it seems like I am, I'm sorry. I'd rather not discuss this on the phone, let alone with you here Namine. I don't mean to offend you but this is between me and Roxas." She told me. I rolled my eyes even though she couldn't see me.

"I asked her to, Olette." Roxas said for me.

"Either way. I'll talk to you alone in person, Roxas. Goodnight." And she clicked off her line. I heard Roxas sigh and I felt so bad for him. Olette has changed, and it wasn't for the better.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Nam." He didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye. I stared at the phone in my hand before pressing the end button. I felt as if I should run over and comfort him, but he might want to be alone.

"Good night, Roxas." I mumbled to myself, crawling under my sheets and drifting into darkness.


Today was my mom's birthday. She wasn't that old either, nor did she look it. Her shoulder length blond hair was almost dull compared or her bright, vibrant green eyes. She had a smile on her face as she stood whistling in the kitchen. Coming through the front door, I set my keys on the end table by the door and called out to her.

"Mom! Sora and Roxas are here!" I knew for a fact that Roxas didn't want to be here. Olette hadn't come to school today, so Roxas didn't get to speak to her. He was down in the dumps, per say, about her. He tried not to show it.

"Oh, goodie!" She wiped her hands on a towel and walked quickly into the room gave the boys a hug. I was holding the cake Roxas and Sora so graciously made for her. I didn't know what it look like, though. It smelled like chocolate. We walked into the kitchen and I set down the cake before walking and giving my mother a hug and wishing her a happy birthday.

"We shall take the honor of making you dinner." Sora said in a strange voice. My mom giggled at him as he put on her apron and walked to the fridge. I assumed that I wasn't taking part in this dinner that they were cooking.

"So boys, are you excited for prom?" My mother asked sitting in a chair sipping her coffee.

"Hell yes!" Sora exclaimed, taking out some chicken breasts.

"Roxas, how in earth did you get my Namine to attend prom?" She giggled. Roxas smirked and turned around from cutting up the lettuce and spoke.

"Let's just say she came to her senses." I glared at him which caused him to laugh aloud before turning back to the food in front of him.

"Yeah, whatever." Roxas and Sora took their time in cooking a nice dinner. Every so often, Sora would take a seat and talk to my mom. Roxas stood though, slowly cutting up the vegetables and other things that would go into the food. I didn't know what they were cooking.

Walking over, I crossed my arms over my chest and stood on my tip toes, leaning over his shoulder.

"That looks good." I mumbled into his ear and he smiled, never taking his eyes off of the food he was cutting.

"I hope so." Roxas said back to me in a hushed tone. He stuck his hand into the mashed up potatoes that he had on the side and smashed it on the side of my cheek.

"You jerk!" I said, backed up from him and went for a paper towel. Snorting, he took a little bit more and rubbed it on the side of my face. Setting down his knife, he took my moment of distraction to grab my sides and start tickling me. "Roxas! No!"

I tried to wrestle his arms away but he was too strong. We laughed like that for a minute until I realized that the kitchen was silent. Lifting up my mashed potato covered face, I looked over to my mother and Sora who were staring at us.

"Um-" I blushed, standing up. Roxas cleared his throat and turned back to the food. I took a napkin and began to wipe my face as the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, I spoke. "Hello?" And then I knew who it was. It was Olette. I also knew who she was here to see. "Roxas!" I called behind me, and he walked in, wiping some potatoes off of his uniform.

"Yeah?" His speech froze. "Olette," He spoke breathlessly. She stepped back and Roxas followed her out, only cracking the door. I made it look like I walked away but I crouched down and listened through the open door.

"Well..?" Roxas said to her. There was some shuffling of some feet so I assumed she moved a bit.

"This isn't working out." Although Roxas and I didn't have some sort of literal connection, I could feel his heart just break inside me. I don't know how, but I could.

"What? What are you talking about? Everything was fine!"

"No—it wasn't. Maybe you didn't see it, but I did. I—I just can't do it anymore." Roxas didn't say anything. I guessed he couldn't. How could you reply to that?

"Just—Just don't do this. We can work it out." The tears were coming. I could hear it in his voice. Roxas wasn't one to cry, but I knew he liked her a lot. He had a reason.

"I'm sorry." It came out as a whisper and then her heels clacked down my porch and disappeared. Roxas didn't walk back in right away. I was too shocked to move myself. Suddenly, Roxas opened the door, which hit me in the side and I flew backwards into the ground. Rubbing my head, I looked up at Roxas, who didn't have an emotion on his face.

"Did you hear that?"

I nodded. He sighed, closing the door behind him. "Roku.."

"Can I stay here tonight?" How could I refuse him? I told him sure and he walked back into the kitchen, ignoring Sora and my mother. I wanted to cry. My best friend was heart broken, and I knew there wasn't much I could do. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew he wouldn't cry, so I felt as if I should cry for him. Walking back into the kitchen, I stared at his back while Sora and my mother looked at me. I was on the verge of tears. Roxas's cuts kept getting sharper and sharper before his shoulders started shaking. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him from the back. Roxas wiped his face and turned back to face the rest of us.

"Who wants cake?"


Roxas was laying silently on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt bad for him. I know that he truly felt something for Olette, and for her to crush his heart without a single explanation is just cruel. The best thing I could do for him was to talk to Olette.

Maybe I could get something, anything out of her.

"Roku.." I said, but I didn't really know what I wanted to say. His blue eyes slowly made their way to look at me. I was sitting on my desk chair, attempting to figure out Algebra and failing.

"Yeah?" He finally answered, looking back up at the ceiling.

"You going to be okay? Do you need anything?" He stood from the bed and walked over to me, hands in his pockets. His face just made me want to cry. It was so sad and heartbroken.

"Yeah—a hug?" It was more of a question than a request. I smiled at him and stood from the chair, wrapping my arms around his waist. He removed his hands from his pocket, putting them around my shoulders. I could smell the faint scent of cologne from his chest. I relaxed into his embrace, as he did into mine. I felt his head rest on mine as he exhaled a sigh.

Rubbing my hand on his back, I said, "Roxas, everything is going to be just fine. I'm going to do anything to make sure your happy. I'm here for you."

Roxas pulled away, looked me intensely in the eye. Such a look actually made me blush, which I felt bad for. I don't even know if he was actually looking at me; the stare that intense. I was about to pull my arms away, but his hold tightened around me. There was something in his eyes.

Something I haven't seen since he was drunk, but even then I thought it was the alcohol.

He leaned down ever so slowly, about to capture my lips with his. I was too frightened to move, so I just allowed it to happen. This time he did it on purpose. It wasn't a drunk kiss or a game. Even though it shocked me like hell, my body moved on its own. I placed my hands on his waist and pushed myself into his kiss. He started pushing me back, never breaking the kiss, until we hit the end of my bed. A spark went off in my head and I knew what could happen. I broke the kiss and pushed him away.

"Um--" I said, my face flaming. "You are just upset. You don't know what you are doing." Roxas sat on my bed, elbows on knees, face in hands.

"Shit." He mumbled. My eyes were downcast as I walked to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay--"

"No. It's not. That wasn't right. I shouldn't have done that. You might have just thought you were a rebound or something. I didn't mean to do that." He said. Although I didn't see it that way at the time, there was a deeper meaning hidden in his words that I didn't quite catch.

"No, It's fine." My phone vibrated in my pocket and I received a text. Well, more than one actually.

To: Namine
From: Kairi
Olette broke up with Roxas?!
What happened!

To: Namine
From: Sora
How's my brother?
And how are you? It seemed to hit you too for some reason.
If you need to talk, I'm here.

To: Namine
From: Riku
Can you call me?
I want to talk. :)

I sighed, gripping the phone in my hand. Looking into his eyes, I rubbed his messy blond locks, ignoring the weird feeling in my stomach.

"Get in your pajamas or something and sleep in my bed tonight." I smiled at him. "I have to make a phone call and I'll sleep on the floor." I told him, slipping on some socks, pulling up my messy blond locks and turning for the door.

"But--"

I turned back to him with a sweet smile on my face. "No buts. I'll sleep on the floor. I want to you be happy and sure of your decisions." I said, smiling brightly at him.

As I left the room, I swore that I saw a light blush on his face.


Yeah.

No words. Love Song Requiem by Trading Yesterday inspired this in some way.

I dedicate this to Kiome-Yasha! READ HER STUFF. I know I have to. I'm getting around to it!

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Also, I am going to be posting some oneshots soon. One is a request, and one isn't a KH one at all, but you don't have to read that one. It's more—outside something that I would normally do.

Vegas Skies will be updated..maybe. I do intend on finishing, but I can't but for sure on when it will be released due to the fact that in 25 Days I am leaving for 5 days to go to New York. I want to get it finished before then but I have practicing and a lot on my mind so I might not have time to update from then. I really want to write it right now but I can't. So—don't worry. It will come, but not as soon as I had hoped.