A/N: Well here's the last of Three Cheers, and like I said before it's the shortest of all the other stories. Up next is my take on Ven & Aqua, it'll be a little behind this time line; basically it goes back to the first day of sophomore year for the juniors, and freshmen for the sophomores.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN OWN The Fray's Look After You.


IOU: THREE CHEERS FOR FIVE YEARS

I Hope You Know I'm Dying

"Olette?" I heard the door open

I poked my head out from my bedroom door, seeing Hayner dressed with black slacks and a simple light green polo, made my attire too casual. Uh-oh ... I didn't actually think we'll be dressing for dinner, I closed the door, careful not to make a sound and threw on the first dress I got from the closet. The dress I got from the closet wasn't that disappointing, the bright yellow hue and the asymmetrical cut of the skirt looks formal enough, and my beige make-up didn't clash with it too, so I'm saved.

"Hey ..." I stepped out of the room, and greeted him. Hoping that he wasn't in a bad mood, after what happened just outside the dorms.

He smiled lightly, "You look wonderful." It was the usual comment, and I didn't mind.... what I do mind was that his tone was more forced rather than stunned.

I chuckled, "Thanks ... well, shouldn't we get going?" I hooked my hand on his arm, and we made our way down the door and through the hallways.

Somehow I could feel that after tonight, everything's going to change and it's not the good change too. I took a deep breath before getting on the motorcycle; He's the only person I'll ride that thing with. I'm worry-wart, and natural pessimist; just getting on it makes me think of fatal accidents happening.

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Riding outside the 3rd District was like riding outside a new side of the school campus. The exquisite taste of decoration and floras, it's very different from the Zero, 1st and 2nd district. Just as we passed by the Sum 41; the restaurant the Hikari family owns, he asked me to hold tighter.

"Ah ... aren't be getting dinner?" I asked, doing as he told.

He didn't answer, the motorcycle sped up; my mind was going into its panic mode. I know that he won't do anything dangerous when I'm around; I also know that he loves taking risks. Oh, which one's greater right now? I don't know. I held onto him for literally, life; I'm scared of high-speed vehicles, and the fact that he's here isn't helping anymore. I'm scared, I'm scared, and I'm going to die. Please... just...

"S-stop! Stop please!" I cried out, he didn't listen and the bike just got faster and faster. My breathing's uneven; I could feel the tears on my eyes, and the smudged make-up. "H-Hayner ... please ... I ... I'm scared... please stop..." I whispered over and over, my arms around his waist and my face buried into his back.

I hate this feeling, my tears won't stop, I could hear my own sobs and whispered words; he stopped the bike and I still couldn't control my actions. I was scared, I felt like he wasn't listening ... and mostly, I'm afraid that he wouldn't hear me. I couldn't let go of him even if the death-trap of a transportation did come to a stop; He didn't budge, or even make any move to comfort me ... and I suddenly felt like Naminé was wrong.

"Olette..." I didn't move or speak.

I didn't care if he wants to do something right now, he owes me as much as to stay there when I'm terrified. "Olette ... I'm sorry," my head instantly jolted and the little bit of control over my cries were returning. I pulled away from my grip, and held my arms protectively to stop the unnerving shaking of my body.

"I'm sorry, for everything I did; for not being there, being later, and inconsiderate. I've done a lot in the past ... and as I look back on them all, I don't think I—"

"W-what are you ... trying to say?" I forced the words out of my mouth; the considerable amount of self-consciousness wasn't enough to register the words he was trying to tell me. "Hayner ... I don't—"

"Never mind. Hey ... uh, are you alright?" He turned to face me; I gave his questioning eyes a weak smile.

He got off the bike, and helped (carried) me off it. He helped get my balance back, although I kept stumbling on the first few steps, I eventually got back to my normal self. I looked around the surroundings, and for the first time I was thankful of the hell ride, if this is where we'll be going after that ... then I don't mind. It was a park of sorts; mazes an all-night cafe, and a pathway made for a midnight stroll. You could tell it was, since the trees had lights hanging over them, and the lanterns lined-up the pathway were arranged in a way that would make it similar to walking into outer space.

"This place ... it's ... wow," I'm at a loss—I don't know how to put into simple terms how much this place made me feel a lot better. Well ... 'wow' is a simple term.

He chuckled and my eyes were immediately on him, "I haven't forgiven you yet." He grinned playfully. I pouted and stared back at the amazing view in front of me.

I felt a hand grasp mine, "We'll see about that, so are we going in or do you want to just stay here and stare at it?" His hazel eyes looking down at with that smirking face.

"Something's wrong..." I stared skeptically at him, "You're not normally this sweet ... something's up—and you're not telling me!" I said unlatching my hand, and crossing my arms. He rubbed the back of his head, and shrugged, then pulled me into the park.

He's avoiding the question, I know that he's a little secretive and I'm always the one who can precept what's he hiding. But right now, it's like I'm Edward and he's Bella (ever heard of Twilight by Stephanie Meyer?) I can't seem to see through him anymore. Side effects of the hell ride, I presume. Ugh...

"So what do you want to do first?" He asked me, stop at the crossroads of the pathway, and the cafe.

I smiled as innocent as I can, "Let's talk—"

"Know what? I'll pick for us ... let's go for a quick light dinner," He didn't even let me finish my sentence, typical panicky Hayner. I sighed and followed him to the White Room.

The place, they stay true to the Cafe's name, everything's white. It's like blindingly white, but the ethereal effect of everything being white is kind of soothing in its own way. It was a small place with pasta and pastries as the main attraction; hmm ... something Naminé would've loved to visit.

"What'll ya have?" he asked as we got behind three people ordering. I checked their displays, and found something I thought didn't exist outside of 7th Heaven Cafe.

"Truffle Waffle, sounds nice." I said with a smile, he shook his hand and nodded.

"You're going to be hyper later if you eat chocolate," I pouted and stared at him with pleading eyes, "Okay! Okay! Stop looking at me like that!" I grinned and gave him a quick hug before getting us seats on the literally White Room.

If I don't say this now, I miss surely break ~Roxas Hikari~ You have one message.

'Hmm ... what could Roxas be up to now? Something involving Naminé I bet,' I opened my phone, automatically opening the message with it:

Olette, do you know why Ventus Ciel is asking for your number?

Uh ... I don't know. Probably has something to do with Aqua, why?

As soon as I returned my phone to its place, (yes, only girls can do this) Hayner sets down the tray filled with two dishes, and two hot drinks. My Truffle Waffle looks fresh from the oven, and his pasta looked amazing.

"I got you Brazilian Mocha, for your drink ... they don't have the double Nutella frappe you always order at 7th," He informed me sitting on his seat and digging in to the pasta in front of him.

If I don't say thi—

So do I give it or not? Just asking, you'll never your paranoid boyfriend might get the urge to kill the junior:D

It's nothing, don't worry about it—oh and ask him about Aqua!

I looked up to see him staring at my phone, "It's Roxas." I stated bluntly. He looked the other way and began eating again. I took the bread knife, and fork on the table and began cutting a piece on the chocolate coated waffle; the hardened chocolate exterior looks so savoury, and the soft waffle inside it tastes—

If I don't say this now, I will surely break~ Roxas Hikari—

I'm not going to snoop on my cousin's relationship issues for you Olette. Well ... maybe I could... care for a little deal?

Roxas you're such a moment ruiner! And what deal?

I picked up from where I left off, and tasting that delicious bittersweet chocolate mixed in the sweet soft waffle was intoxicating. I quickly took another piece, before another moment of sweet, heavenly food is taken from me.

"I could always buy you another one, no need to shove it down." Hayner commented chuckling. I stared at him with a straight face; he was already finished with his pasta, and was drinking quietly his hot—wait... drinking, quietly....

"You're awfully quiet, something you want to tell me?" His movements froze, and I was more intrigued than ever.

"Hmm?" he slurred it while drinking.

I gave him the same look with the waffle, "Whatever it is you can tell me, I'll listen." I said more excited than concerned.

"Well ..you see it's—"

If I don't say this now, I will~

'Damn, moment ruiner till the end Hikari.'

I tell you everything I can find out from Ven, but in exchange you'll find Naminé's little song book—yes she has one—and give me a song from it. One song, all the possible inside information, what do you say?

Naminé's a song writer? I didn't know ... That'll be hard Rox. She doesn't even mention her songs, what are the odds she'll show me her little song book?

"Sorry about that," I said smiling at the annoyed blonde.

He sighed, "It's alright, and I'll tell you later. After eating, okay?" I nodded and continued to eat my heavenly treat, without anymore disruptions.

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After dinner we made our way towards the Skyline Path, or so it's called. The silence was rather, disturbing but I'd question later. The pathway was more than any romantic sites I've seen in awhile. The Path isn't a simple one way; it diverges into different routes, and dead ends. Even if you say dead end they still look pretty amazing, having no other source of light but the lanterns in the dead end is like another scene from a movie.

"So what were you saying?" I started, sitting on the concrete benches at the dead end we stumbled upon. He shook his head, and took a deep breath.

He sighed, "We need to talk." That's not a good sign; I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. A 'we need to talk' starter doesn't end well ...

"I thought we were," I tried lightening the mood. He turns his head slightly, eyes not resting on mine. "... okay, talk about what?"

His voice was silent, and apathetic. "Whatever happened to us."

Hearing him made a little cut on my breathing, I looked down; seeing my hand yet again, without his. A part of me wanted to just leave and never hear what he's got to say, but the other part got the better of me, the stupid sensible side did.

"What are you talking about? There's you and me—like always..." I drifted.

"That's the point, Olette." He said finally. I gave him a confused look, "We're not just friends anymore ... so why can't we act like we're together?" Thing is ... I don't know why too. I just don't want the drama, the fuss, and the priority-hog of it.

"... I honestly don't know." I said lowly, in a hushed tone. I kept my eyes on my lone hand on the cold bench. I couldn't dare look at him, not right now.

"I just don't know what we are sometimes. We've been friends for so long, that it's so hard to recognize if you really do love me, or you just got used to being with me," he tilted my chin upwards; making me meet emerald with hazel. "So tell me now, do you love me?"

If I were to choose between the motorcycle ride and this, I'd choose the ride ten to none. I know in my mind that I love him; isn't it love when you're always with the person that makes you happy? If so then, I know my answer... I do love him.

"I love you," I manage to choked out of the hawk gaze he was giving me.

He shook his head, "Somehow ... you seem unsure." He said, and then left me alone at the bench. I watched him pace around the dead end of the path, my thoughts racing and inconclusive.

"I know ... I know that I love you, I'm sure of it!" I said loudly, he turned back to with a cold stare on his face. Why won't you believe me?

"Love me as friend I'm sure," he retorted a bit bluntly.

I shook my head and ran to him, as soon as my hand reached his shoulder; he turned around and smiled lightly at me. "No ... it's different, I love you more than as." I defended.

He chuckled darkly, "How can you tell? You don't treat me any different, we don't do anything anymore; just holding hands and hugs—it's like we're kids Olette." I don't see what's so wrong with that. I don't, really.

"What's wrong with that?" I faced his amused eyes; how could he smile at a time like this. How could he even laugh at this?

"I want a girlfriend who wants to be a girlfriend, not a best friend girlfriend," He said, putting both of his hands on my shoulders. "I don't know what we are to you, if I don't see it ... I love you, and I'll always be in love with you ... but if you're only growing into me. Then I won't have it." I was at a loss of words, thoughts, and consciousness to reply. He lets go, and pulled me from my dazed and terrified state.

"I'll take you home," was the only thing I heard, before I started crying on his shirt.

I've always thought of love as that feeling with somebody that makes you happy, and it still is, but the same love and happiness can easily be found in friends, and I realize now that if I don't draw a line ... I could lose the one I took for granted. It was the near end of sophomore year for us, and the start of a whole new year as juniors; a whole new year without you.


A/N: it's a bit on the downside huh? Well that's all for Three Cheers. The next story, is like ... uh ... I don't really know the best way to describe it without spoiling any of the readers so, I'll just leave up to you. ForNever is a story circling around a triangle (wow that's like all shapes), it's a bit on the lighter side than any of stories, but it's still got a little angst with it. So look forward to it. :D