This day had been living Hell.

In all seriousness, it had been. I broke up with my two-year boyfriend due to parting affections, I was late to almost all my classes, I didn't get to eat lunch, I had detention (due to my tardiness) and now I had to walk home in the pouring rain. Lovely, don't you think?

I brushed a strand of my wet white-blonde hair (that was now even whiter than usual, that's eve weirder) out of my face, frowning deeply. I was put out due to that fact that my parents were away on business, and my silly twin is too stubborn to pick me up due to the fact that she was with her boyfriend. I've never hated Sora so much.

I heard a car speeding up to me and I stepped to the side slightly, having learned my lesson the last time a car came speeding past me. I was drenched head to toe because of it.

I was surprised that the car (a really expensive, really shiny black back with tinted windows) stopped beside me. I knew who that car belonged to…

The driver's window was rolled down, and there was Roxas, spiky hair and all. There was a smirk on his face as he leaned his head down far enough for his sunglasses to slip down so I could see his eyes.

"Geeze, Naminé, you look like a cat that was just plunged into a bath," he laughed. His laugh seriously irritated me at the moment.

"Just leave me alone, Roxas. Go hang out with your girlfriend or something," I muttered, starting to walk away.

I heard a pause behind me, but no revving engine.

"Who?" Roxas asked, sounding genuinely confused.

I gave out a highly annoyed sigh, turning around, "My cousin, remember? Xion? The girl who you always hang out with."

He laughed, "Oh, please, I'm not dating her. We're just really good friends!"

"That's what they all say," I grumbled, turning again.

"Oh come on, at least let me drive you home, Naminé! You're going to get sick!" Wow, Roxas Strife actually sounded worried.

I heaved a large sigh, turning, "Fine. Only because I don't want to get sick, though," and, with that, I climbed into his

I heaved a large sigh, turning, "Fine. Only because I don't want to get sick, though," and, with that, I climbed into his way too expensive car. That seventeen-year-old had this nice of a car? Come on.

Roxas sighed, and I guessed that he was secretly annoyed that I was soaking wet and sitting on his leather seats. I felt a little bad, truthfully, but I didn't bother to say sorry. He kind of annoys me.

The drive to my house was silent, mostly because I was a little too cold, even with the heat as high as it could possibly could be.

About half way to my house, we stopped at a traffic light, and Roxas reached back behind him and grabbed something, throwing it over me, "Here. Wear this."

When I looked down, I found his – once again, really expensive – leather jacket in my lap. I pulled it on and muttered, a bit awkwardly, "Thanks…"

When we arrived at my house, I moved to take it off, but he stopped me saying that I could keep it until tomorrow. I simply shrugged and got out of the car, walking into my house. My warm, cozy, nice, not wet, house.

I ran up to my room and fell on top of my bed, mentally noting to take a shower and dry off very soon.

I curled up into a small ball, and found my face buried into the inside of Roxas' jacket. I inhaled deeply, for some reason, and sighed gently.

He smelled… quite good.

Maybe this day wasn't as misfortunate as I thought it was…

Heh, well, fluffiness for all! I wrote fluff, mainly because I really didn't want to write anything angsty. It'd just dampen my mood more than it already is...

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