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-Point of View: Namine-

As I rush to my locker on Monday morning, everyone around me is whispering. Typical high school morning. Actually, considering the events of the previous day today doesn't seem all that normal. I feel much more affable and upbeat right now.

The exact second my gray locker opens, Kairi sprints to my side. She starts telling me about her weekend in Hollow Bastion. Apparently, she was there to go to some sort of science-press-conference shit. A man by the name of Xehanort was there to speak on behalf of his mentor, Ansem 'Ansem the Wise' Tsuki. After she finishes, Riku 'Riku the Ass' walks by and stops in front of me.

"You're still here?" he asks, surprised.

"Yeah. What'd you think happened? That he and I were arrested or something?" I reply in an angry tone. I'm attempting to exclude the information from Kairi's ears. From what I know about her, she will freak out when she learns about it. If she learns about it.

"Actually, I did. What, I didn't kick your asses long enough to keep you on the ground until the cops responded?"

"No fucking duh," I snarl with a glare. I slam the locker shut with a bang. After linking my arm with Kairi's, the two of us skip – literally – off to Writing. Hey, what can I say? I'm still in a heavenly mood.

In Writing, Ms. Gainsborough gives the class an assignment. She doesn't give specific ones out that often; she usually just leaves us to write about whatever the hell we want to write about. The given task is to write about love. Damn, literature-related classes are just so fucking ironic, aren't they?

My pencil flows across my paper. I don't even know what I'm writing down. All I know is the source of my inspiration – and he is sitting to my left. I smile and glance in his direction. Roxas catches my eye and grins.

As my focus turns to my paper, I read it over whilst walking it up to the teacher.

Love is him.
Love is me.
Love is us.
Love is yesterday.
Love is today.
Love is tomorrow.
Love is the way he kissed me.
Love is the way I kissed back.
Love is our voice.
Love is calimitous.
Love is affable.
Love is hell.
Love is heaven.
Love is something I just decided how to define.
Love is lovely.
Love is just love.

I watch her eyes travel down the paper before I turn to walk away. When I flash my eyes up at her after I sit, I see her writing something on the sheet. I don't even want to think about what shit she wrote.

Suddenly, a little piece of paper lands on my desk. I look to my right, where Kairi is sitting. She gestures to the note, implying that she wrote it.

What the hell was Riku talking about, anyway? What aren't you telling me? My eyes stare at the message in surprise. Roxas taps my shoulder, and I turn to him.

What? he mouths. I show him the note from Kairi. His eyes widen, but he just as quickly turns back to his work. When I reply, I mentally refuse to confess the entire story. Roxas almost tore Riku's head off after he hurt me. Imagine what Kairi, being a teenage girl, would do!

Riku was just trying to get me and Roxas in some shit. It didn't work, though, obviously. Kairi sighs in dissatisfaction but reluctantly returns to her work.

After the first three classes, all the freshmen head to lunch. Great, lunch is shit. Pulled goddamn pork. Instead, I grab a cheeseburger and orange juice, and sit down at our lunch table.

Kairi is late, so Roxas and I just sit in silence. I often lift my head to say something, but the fear of sounding stupid – plus the fact that he mirros me – makes me stop.

Eventually, Roxas speaks.

"I'm sorry," he says softly.

"What? Why are you apologizing? I'm the one who got us in this mess." I defend.

"How?"

"First of all, I was the one who got kidnapped and drugged. You just showed up at the right time," I point out. Roxas nods. "Is this awkward for you right now?" He nods again. I mimic him. Gee, I wonder why it would be so weird… We're basically best friends, and we just had an extremely long, heated make-out session for an entire day.

Sora walks by our table, smacking Roxas in the back of the head in the process. As he comes to do the same to me, I trip him. He falls on someone, but I can't see whom. They both fall with a thud. Everyone is staring at the two.

Oh, fuck.

I just made Sora fall on one of my best friends: Kairi.

Both of them are staring at each other. Not like, 'What the fuck are you doing on top of me?' It was more like, 'Hey, you're pretty cute up close.' Damnit, I'm an idiot.

"Kairi, are you okay?" I ask, trying to pull her attention away from his. Sora stands up, and then helps Kairi up. She nods, putting a few strands of red hair behind her ear. They both realize what we are all staring at and Kairi blushes the same shade as her hair as she sits down next to me. Sora rushes back to Riku.

"Please don't tell me you like him now," Roxas pleads. My fingers are crossed under the table.

She doesn't answer. Well, she doesn't have to. But that doesn't mean I like it.

History is hell today. Mr. Luxord calls on me for every question, even the ones I don't raise my hand for! For some strange reason, it's the same with Senorita Larxene and Mr. Saix. What the fuck is going on today?

When I arrive at my house, there are two cars parked in my driveway: a silver intrepid and a cloudy-blue minivan.

They're home! I think as I sprint to the door. Thank God that they came home today and not the other day. That would be hell to explain.

"Namine!" my dad yells as he picks me up in a bear hug.

"Hi, Dad! How was the reunion?" Please don't ask about the weekend. Please don't ask about the weekend.

"It was great," my mom answers as she embraces me. "How was your weekend without us, honey?" Damn.

"Awesome! I had fun. It was a bit lonely without you here, though," I answer. Sure it was.

For the rest of the night, my parents fill me in on their little vacation. Whenever they start talking about what I did the past couple of days, I quickly change the subject.

Why the hell would I tell them? Oh, Mom, Dad, Roxas and I got attacked by two guys at our school on Friday. He stayed over for the entire weekend. By the way, we were making out on my bed and on my bedroom floor for most of the past few days. Uh, I'd rather not have that conversation, thank you very much!

So, yesturday was the official one year anniversary of this story. Not on here, but on Quizilla. I started this on 2/24/10. But you don't give a shit. See ya!

R/R/KR!