I'm really sorry about the slow update you guys. It was mostly due to the fact that I do not have as many reviewers as I would like to. Well, now Roxas is giving out those little marshmallow Peeps. And in case you don't like those, I brought Hershey's and Crunch bars. Take your pick. Remember, you only get virtual sweets if you review! And PLEASE leave some suggestions, okay? It makes me sad that you do not.

Roxas: What good are VIRTUAL sweets?

Claire: I can't give them real sweets, Roxas.

Roxas: Well, why not?

Claire: He's hopeless…

Roxas: Oh, I'M hopeless?

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Roxas awoke the next morning and got out of bed with a new spring in his step. He was so happy.

He kissed his mother on the cheek as she was descending the stairs.

"Who are you and what have you done with my son?" she asked, stunned.

"Nothing, Mom. It's the same old me," Roxas said, running down the stairs into the kitchen. He was hungry, but decided he would cook for the whole family this morning (even Sora's new pet kitten, Kairi).

All looked shocked when he presented them with their plates, even the kitten to some extent. None of them had ever seen Roxas this nice, and although it was different, they like it and decided to tag it as a positive change. Either way, it was a good thing.

Roxas devoured his eggs (much like Naminè had done with her McDonald's four months previously) and ran out the front door as fast as a speeding bullet. Sora looked at his mother with raised eyebrows and a quizzical look about him.

"What's with him?" he asked. Mrs. Alden laughed and shrugged.

"I think he's lovestruck," she cooed.

Sora scrunched up his face.

"With who?" he asked, putting his plate in the sink. "Who could want Roxas?"

She slapped his arm for the mordant comment then pointed out the window. "Take a look where he's going."

Roxas was crossing the street. (Sora's face, at that moment, became a complete and comical O.o)

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By the time Roxas had reached the sidewalk, Naminè was outside. She was wearing a pink shirt and matching shorts today.

"Hey," he said. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," she replied vaguely, "Just hanging around. What about you?"

"Eh, nothing special."

They just stood for a while looking at each other. Roxas was so thankful for his good fortune.

"Erm, Roxas, I think we should go now. People are starting to stare," Naminè said with a weird look on her face. Roxas immediately straightened up and rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. Naminè laughed and took his hand.

The two walked to the station, Naminè giggling and laughing the entire time. It did not anger or annoy him, he just wished she would be a little more quiet; she was attracting more staring people than he was.

As they were sitting in their seats, Roxas asked Naminè the question that had been killing him for the past week.

"Naminè?" he said, and she looked up at him (she had been drawing).

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Roxas. Anything."

She put down her pencil and looked at him intently.

Those eyes of hers really pierced your soul.

He took a deep breath.

Now was the time to ask.

"What do you think of me?"

She picked up her pencil and began to chew on it.

"Well, you're my boyfriend for one thing, so I obviously really like you. You were my best friend as kids, and now it's time to move up from that. I like your hair too, Roxas. It's cute on you," a smile curled onto her face with each word.

She was obviously telling him her true feelings.

Roxas felt relieved at her words. This was good.

"What do you think of me?" Naminè said, grinning.

Roxas scrunched up his nose in thought. There was so much to say that when he did say it, it spilled over like a waterfall.

"Well, I, uh, think you're really cute and smart and talented too, and I like the way your hair falls over one shoulder the way it does, It's cute, I, uh, like the fact that our moms our friends and that you are always making sure I'm dressed right, and that you think my hair's cute. Also, you're one of the nicest people I've ever known."

Naminè smiled. A smile Roxas had never seen on her face before. A smile that was so vibrant, so full of happiness that it almost blinded him to see it.

"Thank you, Roxas. That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said about me, really," she murmured, her face red. These words shocked Roxas.

"You don't get a lot of compliments?" he asked in disbelief. She shook her head, embarrassed. Roxas wished he could take back his words, but she spoke first.

"My dad wasn't exactly a motivational speaker, and my mom was sort of a pushover; she did whatever he said," she said, more to the train window than to Roxas. The blonde boy scratched his head a bit and looked around

Roxas suddenly understood.

"Oh… well, I'm sorry." That was pretty much all he could say right now.

Naminè looked up with a grin.

"It's okay, Roxas. It's not your fault. It's his."

Roxas scooted closer to her.

"I'm here for you. I hope you know that," he said.

She nodded and put her head on his shoulder…

"ROXAS!!! GET UP!!"

Roxas felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He opened his eyes to see his brother Sora standing in front of him, holding his Keyblade.

"Omygod, Sor, don't do that. Where's Naminè?" Roxas grumbled, looking around for the blonde girl.

"Right here!" shouted Naminè. She was standing behind Sora.

"Wuzzgoinon?" Roxas said, rubbing his sore neck. Naminè pushed Sora out of the way and sat down next to Roxas.

"Roxas, your mom called. She said the three of us have to come back to the house now, because she wants to ask us something. I don't know what, because she didn't elaborate," she explained, and he nodded.

"Thanks."

It was a few minutes later that they arrived in Central Station. Sora drove them back to the house, where Mrs. Alden was waiting on the front porch.

"Roxas! Naminè! Sora! C'mere!" she exclaimed. Roxas nervously approached the porch.

A little voice in his head spoke.

You're probably in trouble.

Who are you to judge? Get outta my brain, now or I will think of Teletubbies.

NOOOOO!!! Not those evil cheery fat thingies!!

Ohoho, yes

Roxas looked at his mother.

"Yeah, Mom?"

She looked happy rather than angry…

Boy, was this a first.

Ha-ha, stupid voice. Take that.

"Roxas, I just got a call… I'm taking a vacation to France!" she exclaimed, hugging him. Roxas pointed to Sora once she had let go of him.

"So I have to stay here with THAT? ALONE?" he said, anger in his voice. Well, just as much anger as fear. It was… awful! Sora always made messes, ate too much—

Not to mention the fact that he always clogged up the toilet. Ew.

"No, silly. You, Naminè, Sora and Kairi can come with. Even Hayner and Olette if they want," his mother explained.

Roxas sighed in relief.

"Thanks Mom." He was happy.

She nodded and opened the front door. "And, there's one more thing."

"What?"

She swung the door wide, and a huge white boxer bounded out onto the porch and tackled Roxas. As he was being licked by the dog, Roxas saw Naminè giggling out of the corner of his eyes. Sora was laughing too, and Roxas felt happy inside.

They were going to France.

Naminè had finally opened up to him.

Amber Schmetterling was in jail.

All was well.

For the moment…

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Alrighty! Yes! Finished with the new chap. I hope you guys are happy with it, and please review a bit. Not asking for much, just some reviews.

Thanks!

Roxas: Thank you Claire.

Claire: too shocked at Roxas's generosity

Roxas: See you later…

Claire: Bye everyone!

Roxas: Claire, Hayner's eating all the doughnuts in the staff lounge.

Claire: Hayner shall die!!!!

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