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RoxasxNaminé

And… well… a little RoxasxKairi… depending how you think of the ending…

More rated T for language.

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Stupid.

That was how bad school was. Stupid. Then again, life was not happy. Oh yes, life is not only bad, but it is unfair and not cool. Full of crap. That's how bad life is.

I looked down at my history. A big, red F wasstamped on it, along with the worst numeral number anyone could have made. A zero. I glared back at the teacher who didn't care how much hatred was clouding my eyes. Oh, if I could wring that idiotic teacher's neck, I would have everything I wanted. Almost everything.

Does she think I was stupid or something? I wrote down a full-length page explaining every little single detail on the stupid war! And she gives me a zero? Now I feel like sitting at home, reading my most crappiest book on my bookshelf of all times, turning the jukebox on to its full volume, and if anyone knew me well enough, they would just know that I would not come out of my room until a month later, when I ruined my bedroom into ruins. And that's how stupid and crappy life was.

Or, at least, that's my life. And at least someone else shared that hatred of mine. It was Naminé, the smartest girl I have ever met. And I'm glad I met her back when I was little for quite a few reasons.

She didn't want to become friends with anyone anymore.

She's nice. And she's nice only to me.

At least she helped me with my homework and such.

She's really good at drawing.

And I think she's cute.

Okay, I admit. I liked her the first time I saw her. And I still do like her. And I'll probably like her for the rest of my life, even if she looked at me disgusted by the time she knew I liked her. But that was never gonna happen because I just won't tell her.

But lately, she was acting strange. I always caught her staring at me, and I always had to shift uncomfortable in my chair. When she would not stop looking at me, I would ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom, and she would suddenly look back at her sheet. I would waste my time, walking around the ground levels for five minutes before coming back to the classroom, ignoring the questions of why I was feeling the wrong temperature. Damn them all, don't they know that the temperature outside was different from the murky, damned classroom? I guess they don't since they have stupid minds. Besides Naminé.

So then when the class ended, Naminé would ask me if I had a fever or some new discovered disease called Mood Swinging Temperature. I laughed at her "discovery." And since when had she started worrying about me so much? Why me? I thought she would be worried about Kairi, her best friend. Not me.

But life was also stupid because it was cruel. Never tells anyone what was happening in someone else's minds. Except Naminé. I swear, she has some kind of reading mind ability because she seemed to know what I always wanted, what happened to me, and how I felt.

Or maybe she just knew me too well.

"Roxas, are you listening?" Naminé was yelling on the top of her voice on the other end of the telephone. I held the telephone as far as it could go, and Naminé would probablylaugh at me because it looked like I was trying to shake off some weird spider that landed onto my pizza. Something that happened a long time ago, but I don't want to talk about that.

"Yes, I'm listening. No need to yell," I said, doodling on my piece of paper, waiting for Naminé, who was taking forever to answer.

"Do you have the Mood Swinging Temperature again?" I stifled back a laugh. "You're breathing really loudly. I think my little brother can hear it all the way downstairs."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "And what, you're right next to him?"

"No, I'm all the way upstairs," Naminé said.

"Oh." We didn't talk about anything after that.

"So," Naminé said again.

I played absentmindedly with the curly cord. "So what?"

"I'll meet you at that Italian restaurant, okie?" said Naminé, and before I could say anything, she hung up. On me.

Oh well, this was life, and I guess I have to play along. Sigh, how wonderful. I just hope it won't be a humiliation.

Stupid world.

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Naminé and I were doing the usual, walking down the street, talking about random stuff.

And Naminé was acting even stranger. If we weren't friends at all, um… I think I would go insane and chase her down the street. She kept tripping all over me… Wait… Was this a date? 'Cause if it was… Shouldn't I be next to the road, not Naminé?

Well, she didn't really seem to care. I guess I should just relax and act… clumsy.

She fell on me again. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, a little worried of her actions. Stupid life. Why did I ask her that when she is okay? She didn't get dirty or anything. Ha, there life comes again. Friendship rules all. Or was it love? Well, it didn't matter. She laughed at me.

"You should be worrying about your Mood Swing Temperature sickness." I grumbled something inaudible after she stopped talking, and she continued to walk on, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing around. How observant I've been lately.

We entered in the Italian restaurant, sitting down at the two-seated table, looking at the menu of Italian food, silent. Then the waiter came, and I could tell the instant that she was one of those cheerful people. And somehow, she looked strangely familiar.

"Welcome to the Italian Restaurant!" she said cheerfully. Oh yes, those weird people who thought life was just fine. Don't think about anything, don't worry about anything… That was their aura. And this girl's.

"I want spaghetti," Naminé answered instantly. I looked at her strangely. She always wanted… chicken. But why spaghetti? I was usually the one who wanted spaghetti, and she never wanted spaghetti. Well, I guess I should stop being a paranoid and order spaghetti as well. She took our order, and the two of us sat there. I could feel that gaze looking at me. I stopped tapping my fingers and I tilted my head slightly up, looking into her sky blue ones before quickly dropping my gaze back to the table. It looked so interesting…

A loud thump startled me.The tray filled with two spaghetti filled bowls slid off of the tray and to the middle of the table.

"Have a wonderful day!" the waiter said. I stared at her. She really looked like someone he met before… Who was it? I wanted to pound my head into the table, but I strained myself not to and started eating my spaghetti, ignoring which string I was eating and slurping on.

I must have started daydreaming. Something pressed against my lips, but I paid no heed of attention to it and continued savoring the taste of spaghetti, only it tasted better than usual. I was really considering paying this restaurant more money. Ha, I would have probably done that if someone didn't drop something and putting some sense into my head. I stopped leaning forward and I noticed I was not eating spaghetti, but rather… kissing Naminé.

Naminé.

The waiter stood there wide-eyed, jealousy stinging her eyes. She had her jaw dropped as far as any human being could, and her hat she was wearing was flipping off her head and onto her shoulders. And I must have not noticed the badge, because it said the name.

Kairi.

And that's when I knew. I was in total.

Deep.

Shit.

And any sane person would know what to do when you kissed the waiter's best friend.

You run, you dope!

And so I ran.

See what I mean?

Crappy life. Crappy world.

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Fin.

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Disclaimer: All I own is the plot. Dope. I feel really aggressive right now.

And that's how this story was born.

Author's Endnote: You could think that Kairi was jealous of Naminé for getting kissed by someone she liked (yes, Kairi knew, depending how you see it), or she's jealous of Naminé because Roxas kissed her. Yeah, you decide the ending. I don't care. This must have been one of those most random stories I've ever made.

Uh… review?

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