Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts (II), Roxas, Naminé, Leon, etc.

Author's Note: Umm...I can't write for five days because I'm going camping, so I thought I'd give one last update before my departure. So...yeah.

Warning: ...I'm tired.

Quick Author Babble: Still tired.

Chapter 10: The Letter T

Naminé let out a tremendous yawn as she sat in the ticket booth. She'd hoped that she'd see Kairi, Sora, Roxas, or at least somebody today, but she had asked for too much. Almost no one had come to the movie theater, not even customers. It was like the day was groggy for everyone.

Sure, after a dare Naminé had stupidly made out of pride, she hadn't seen Roxas for a week. She thought he would break in five minutes, but he proved her wrong. Basically all it came down to was that they were both very swell-headed people with confidence issues.

Naminé examined her fingernails out of boredom. Hmm...she had a hangnail.

"Naminé!"

Naminé whipped around so fast that her neck hurt. Leon came stomping towards the little glass box. In a panic, she wondered if he had caught her loafing.

"I was working, Leon, really!" she tittered into the microphone that let him hear her voice. "It's just that there aren't any people around..."

"Don't make excuses, Clark," Leon said in his military voice. "I know there's no one coming. I was just going to close up early, so here's your paycheck. We won't require your services for the rest of the day."

"Great!" Naminé chirped with false happiness, exiting the small booth and taking the small piece of paper. "Thanks, Leon!"

He gave her a curt nod before going back inside the cinema. Leon seemed to be in a bad mood these days. Naminé figured everyone was.

She left the movie theater area and started walking in a random direction. Where should she go? What should she do with her extra time? Call up Kairi and go to the mall? Go see Olette's newest photos? Maybe even visit Hayner for a little comic relief?

It made Naminé sad that Roxas wasn't an option anymore. She was being a wuss and it made her frustrated. It had only been a week and she was already cracking. She didn't want to miss him. She wanted to be independent and headstrong, like she'd always been.

So. She reverted to stomping instead of walking. She was going to explore the world, become a millionaire and a recognized idol all throughout the universe. She was going to become glamorous and dazzling and even the Twilight Tabloid wouldn't be able to make bad comments about her. She would be almost unfairly happy.

She stopped her tirade and let out a big sigh. Never mind. She was too depressed for that. She wanted to go home and sip on hot cocoa as she read a romance paperback novel from the convenience store, wishing she too had the love life like the heroine in the story.

Naminé turned in the direction of her house when she suddenly froze, eyes wide. Could it be? She blinked a thousand times but the scene in front of her wouldn't disappear.

It was Roxas. The genuine, real thing, with his inhumanly perfect smile and blond hair that looked so silky you just wanted to run your hand through it. His eyes were as blue as she remembered, with one look it was like you had just seen the ocean.

Even the sight of him was refreshing. Even so, Naminé couldn't help but look at him longingly. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to run up to him and hug him and have him smile brilliantly at her. But her body resisted, remembering the dare, her dignity, everything.

Look at me.

She pleaded him with her eyes. She hoped he could feel her stare. She clutched her check in a fist, feeling it scratch against her skin.

Look at me.

Maybe, if he just saw her, he would talk to her and relinquish his pride, and the whole nightmare would be over. She hoped with all her might that it would happen.

Look at me.

She watched painstakingly as he looked in the other direction. What was he looking at? Why wasn't he looking her way?

Look at me.

And suddenly, she saw her.

Tall, slender, with silky, dark brown hair and enticing, chocolate eyes. She was tanned and perfectly shaped, let alone modeling the most fashionable clothes you could find. She was so beautiful it hurt.

"Hi, Roxas," she greeted in a melodic voice.

She knew him. Of course she knew him. All females knew Roxas. But she wasn't squealing. She was talking to him normally. Could that mean she knew him personally?

"Hey..." Roxas began the hello, but Naminé couldn't catch the end.

Her name began with a T, Naminé was pretty sure. T something. Tara? Tina? Tiffany?

"How have you been, Roxy?" the mysterious girl asked.

Naminé bubbled. Roxy? What kind of a nickname was that?!

"Oh, you know, the usual," Roxas replied with a shrug.

"Laying around doing nothing then," No Name remarked with a giggle, whacking his arm playfully, giving Naminé a good glimpse of her shiny, manicured nails.

"Hey, come on now. Enough of the lazy jokes." Roxas laughed. "You fall asleep once off the set and it keeps coming back."

No Name sighed and put her hand to her forehead. Naminé felt herself getting angry with everything she did.

No Name looked up and all of a sudden her eyes landed on the blonde girl. Her eyes narrowed with realization.

"Hey, Roxas, isn't that your girlfriend?" she asked, pointing.

"Huh?" Roxas turned three hundred sixty degrees and his gaze landed on Naminé.

Naminé felt like screaming. She didn't want to be seen right now. Besides, that dumb bet was still going on.

"Oh, hey, Nam!" Roxas raised a hand in greeting.

What?

The innocence in his voice told her he was not attempting to break the bet. He was just saying hi.

But, if he was just saying hi, didn't that mean he'd forgotten all about the bet? That he'd forgotten all about her?

It was that T girl! Naminé knew it was her and her feminine wiles and endless beauty. Who cared if she was being sensitive and unreasonable? She had facts right in front of her and she had no choice but to believe them.

So she did whatever reasonable person would've done when Roxas held her fast with his gaze. She ran.

xXx

"It's not fair, Kai."

"It isn't fair."

"He can't just go off and find another girlfriend because of a bet!"

"No, definitely not."

"And he can't forget me!"

"No, I agree absolutely."

Naminé sat in her bedroom with a box of tissues, mug of cocoa, and paperback romance novel by her side. She talked to Kairi on the phone, feeling it was her right.

She took a sip of her cocoa and sighed. It had been too long a day. Far too long. She wanted to disappear into the covers and never come out.

"Are you done your rant now?" Kairi asked softly when Naminé didn't speak for a few moments.

"Wait," Naminé said. "And how could he forget the bet?! He was so desperate about it before! Okay, now I'm done."

"Alright then. So I just want to say that you may be taking this to too high a level."

"Really?" The blonde raised her eyebrows.

"Yes. How do you know Roxas thinks of that girl in that way?"

"It was obvious." Naminé's eyebrows knit together.

"Was it?"

"Yeah! She was all over him! And he laughed!"

"Well, most females would be all over Roxas. And him laughing means nothing. Roxas is an easily humored guy. He's allowed to laugh once in a while without it being a big deal, right?"

Naminé took another sip of her cocoa.

"Perhaps."

"Besides, he's totally into you!"

"How do you know?"

"Because from what you tell me, it's totally obvious! And Roxas is loyal. He's the perfect guy."

Naminé rolled her eyes.

"Enough of the fan girl comments, if you don't mind, Kai. I need serious mental help."

"Okay, okay."

There was a moment of silence.

"Is she pretty?" Kairi asked.

"Who?" Naminé replied.

"No Name!"

"Oh, yeah. Gorgeous. Her hair's silkier than silk itself! And her face is so delicate it makes me want to vomit."

"That may be because of your situation..."

"Doesn't matter! And she has the perfect body too! Any guy would fantasize over her! Even Roxas can't withstand from such perfectness!"

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do! He's still human, you know!"

There was a pause while Naminé wiped her eyes.

"So you said her name begins with a T?"

"T stands for 'terrible'," Naminé snapped defensively.

"T also stands for 'trouble.'"

"No doubt about it."

The doorbell suddenly rang. Naminé covered the phone's mouth piece.

"TIDUS! GET THE DOOR!" she bellowed at her brother.

She turned back to the phone with a sigh.

"It looks like our relationship is on it's deathbed," Naminé remarked.

"Maybe..."

The doorbell rang again.

"TIDUS!!" she yelled again. "DOOR!!"

She rolled her eyes. Her brother was so irresponsible.

"Anyway, Sora will be happy. We could pretend it never happened and he won't know a thing."

"Yeah, I guess that heals up one wound. I wouldn't have to be lying to him about your Naminé anymore."

When the doorbell rang a third time, Naminé let out an anguished sigh.

"Just a second, Kairi." She threw the phone down on her bed and walked down the stairs, opening the door to the impatient visitor. "Sorry about that..."

Her eyes landed on Roxas and she felt the words catch in her throat.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" she stuttered, knowing all too well what the answer was.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" he snapped. "You ran away from me!"

The angry words were enough, but the way Roxas's lip was sticking out defiantly and his blue eyes were narrowed lit a fire in the pit of Naminé's stomach. She wanted to slap him, slam the door in his face, stomp upstairs and spiel to Kairi about the whole thing. Instead, like she had learned in kindergarten, she used her words.

"Do you realize what happened back there?!" Naminé cried. "You forgot all about the bet! You...you forgot all about me! Because of No Name!"

"Who?" Roxas looked confused.

"That woman who you were talking to!" Naminé burst. "T something!"

Roxas threw her a confused look until he finally understood.

"You mean Tifa," he said.

"No Name! Tifa! Whatever! She's got you, hook, line, and sinker! You totally forgot about the bet! Admit it!"

Roxas nodded slowly.

"I did forget the bet," he admitted. "That doesn't mean I forgot about you."

"Oh, please!" Naminé flared. "Who would remember a person like me when they're with a glamorous supermodel?!"

"Actress," Roxas corrected.

"Eh?"

"Tifa's an actress. We're both acting together in an upcoming movie, and that's why I was with her. We go way back, but not like that. If Naminé thought my intentions were anything otherwise, then you're wrong."

Naminé's mouth fell open. She probably looked like some deranged fish, but she was physically incapable of looking calm right at that moment.

"Besides, if I had forgotten about you, I wouldn't have run all the way here, rung the doorbell three times, and looked like an idiot in front of your neighbors, would I?" he added.

"Probably not..." Naminé chuckled nervously.

She couldn't believe she had jumped to conclusions like that. Kairi had been right! She had never lost her sanity like that before. How silly.

"Come here, you," Roxas sighed, pulling the blonde girl into a hug and kissing her on the forehead.

Naminé flushed. She felt like a five year old. How could she doubt someone like Roxas?

"I can't believe it," he said, pulling away from her and letting out a toothy grin. "You were jealous of Tifa! That's hilarious!"

"I was not jealous!" Naminé cried defensively, slapping his arm.

Okay, maybe it wasn't so hard to doubt someone like Roxas.

"Besides, if the T in Tifa doesn't stand for 'trouble', what does it stand for?" Naminé asked.

"'Tulips'?" Roxas suggested.

"'Terror'," Naminé said. "'Tarantula'. 'Tick'."

Roxas laughed.

"You know, Nam, I never noticed it before, but you're mean," he stated.

"No, I'm not!" Naminé pouted. "I just can't think of any good words that begin with T!"

Tidus appeared at the door with a humored grin on his face.

"How about 'Tidus'?" he questioned with a smile.

"Ugh!" Naminé made a face. "Definitely not! That's worse than 'tarantula'!"

"Okay, just for that, I'll keep my conversation with Kairi," Tidus said, holding up the phone. "Yes, Kairi. Naminé did wet the bed until she was eight..."

"Tidus! Give me the phone! GIVE ME THE PHONE, TIDUS!!" Naminé launched at her younger brother, knocking him senseless as she pried the electronic gadget from his limp fingers.

As Roxas laughed and Tidus groaned, Naminé felt a strange feeling of elation. Things were going to be okay from now on. And she was never going to lose herself to such ridiculous thoughts ever again.

Okay, so, thank you for reading. I am exhausted. I don't even like camping. But oh well. No one said life was easy. In fact most people tell me it's hard. I guess I'll always have stuff to look forward to then.

Read and review if you don't mind, and if you do that's not very nice!

Nighty-night.