"Hey mom."

"Roxas!"

"Hi," I smiled weakly.

"It's been a month since you've been gone and you've only called twice!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." I sat on my bed. It was Thursday, and tomorrow Sora was coming up again, just in time for October to arrive. I couldn't believe how fast September had gone—I had already pushed through at least two exams per class, and a few papers as well. It was strange. I was already used to everything here.

Including my idiotic roommate.

I had, unfortunately, missed the room change form deadline. I had been too busy with The Sprinkles concert to think about it. And, besides, Axel was out of the room a lot of the time, and I was helping him with stats. He'd surely fail without me.

"Sora seems to miss you a lot," my mom was saying. She had a gentle voice, exactly what you'd expect. "He keeps asking if he can come over. I'm trying to restrict him a bit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Just about every weekend he asks."

"He's still coming up Friday, right?"

"Yeah." She lowered her voice. "He's been getting in a few spats with dad."

I ran a hand through my hair. "Great."

"But we're all ok," she said, too cheerfully. "I'm finally getting the kitchen re-done!"

"Cool."

"I picked these adorable yellow tiles!"

"Sounds nice."

"You were never good at talking," she hummed. I could just picture her, bubbling around the kitchen, wearing that silly polka dotted apron. She sounded like she really missed me, and I felt a stab of guilt. My mom wasn't my favorite person…she was a lot like Sora, just older and somehow stupider. She was, however, very kind and loving. Just how a mom is supposed to be.

"Sorry mom."

"No, no! It's just good to hear your voice!"

"I miss you too."

"How are your classes, honey?"

"I got a 98 percent on my last paper."

"Wow! Good job. You were always good at school."

"Yeah."

"Have you made friends?"

"Yeah, a few," I said, thinking of Naminé and maybe Zexion.

"Any girls I should know about?"

"No," I said quickly.

"Mmm, alright. In time."

"I'm not getting married any time soon, mom."

"Of course not!" she laughed. We both knew how much she wanted a wedding, regardless of our ages. She was girly like that—too bad she had two boys. "Is your roommate any better?"

"Yeah, I'm helping him with math."

"Good! So I was thinking.." I listened to her ramble about home decoration projects until I insisted that I had to go to class. After she hung up, I pushed my ear buds into my ears, blasting music and laying on my back, staring at the ceiling. Talking to her was exhausting, no matter what we spoke about.

A little while later, I found Naminé in our usual place. I grabbed my seat. The professor wasn't there yet.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hi Roxas," she smiled. "Did you want to hang out again sometime?"

"It'd probably have to be after this weekend, my brother is coming up again."

"What's his name?"

"Sora."

"Maybe I could meet him?"

"If you want." I took out my notebook, flipping to a random page.

I caught her peeking at it before I could stop her and she said, "Roxas, do you write any notes?"

My pages were full of simple doodles, which should have excited her! Oh well. "Nah, this class is easy."

"You got a C on the last test!"

"I still have an A."

"..really?"

"Yeah, the tests only count for 20 percent of our grade. Most of it is showing up to class and doing the projects."

"Oh, huh, I guess that is right."

"You worry too much," I grinned.

"I suppose." We turned back to the front, where the professor was beginning to talk, and at the end of class, we headed to the dining hall. There was a long string of students entering; all of them seemed to be wearing hoodies and jeans or sweatpants, wires snaking up to their ears. I matched perfectly in my blue hoodie—a change from my mostly white and black wardrobe. Naminé had on dark jeans that hugged her thighs, and a shimmery white scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked completely in place with the dark sky behind her. The leaves were starting to change, and a few splotches of orange and yellow and red sat on the sidewalk. The air was getting colder and colder as the days went by. This was my favorite season…and Halloween, my favorite holiday, was right around the corner!

Inside, we found a table near the back, and helped ourselves to the buffet. The food here wasn't great, but you could get a lot for just one meal swipe. I got myself a Sprint and a plate of pasta.

We started quietly eating. I still felt so confused about Naminé.

I mean, I shouldn't be.

There was nothing confusing about us, right? We were dating. I think. Maybe. That made her my girlfriend. And eventually we would do more than what we'd been doing lately, which was mostly hang out in class and go out to eat. She was gonna draw me again soon, probably in her room…so we'd probably kiss then. It would be nice, I'm sure, if the rest of the world was anything to go by. Many of the books I've read described it: soft, wet, slow, fast, gentle, rough. So many possibilities. And Naminé was always wearing chapstick, so I'd probably get a taste of that.

What a weird thought.

I was still absorbed in this when my attention was brought to Naminé saying, "Is that guy ok?"

I glanced over and to my horror, saw Zexion confronting Demyx. They were both snarling, leaned towards each other, red in the face. Demyx stalked off, and Zexion was left standing there. His eyes swept the room and awkwardly stopped at me. I managed to wave him over.

"Hey Roxas."

"Hey Zexion. This is Naminé." She waved.

"Nice to meet you."

"You wanna eat with us?"

"Sure." He sat down gratefully. I had yet to hang out with him much, just when he happened to be around, but I liked his quiet, bookworm nature. It was a lot like my own.

"So what happened?" I asked quietly.

"Eh, it's stupid."

"I'm gonna go get some ice cream!" Naminé disappeared before I could ask her to bring me some.

"Well, sorry," I said.

"I accidentally scratched his guitar."

"..you did not."

Zexion nodded, his face dark. "And I offered to fix it, but he blew up and rehashed every single argument we've ever had and.."

"Jesus."

"Yeah." He gave me a weak smile.

"And he's not gonna kill me for talking to you?"

"No. Do you want my number? We could meet up sometime."

"Oh sure."

"Have you ever read…"

We entered a heated discussion that lasted until we parted ways. He and Naminé got along well enough, and I did get myself some ice cream.

When I got back home, Axel was bent over his desk, clearly freaking out.

"What's wrong?" I asked, dropping my stuff on my bed.

"This homework is impossible!"

"Stats?"

He nodded. "Seriously…I do the problem, and it's super easy, and then I check the answer and it's completely wrong..."

I pulled my desk chair over to him, and scanned over his paper. "That's because you're skipping steps and confusing yourself!"

"I am not," he argued.

"If you write everything down," I insisted, "it's easier. Here."

I yanked the pencil out of his grip, scribbling things down. Axel looked over it, skeptically.

"See?" I asked.

"I guess," he shook his head. "You're amazing, Roxie."

I blushed. "Not really."

"Yes, really." He grabbed me in hug, and I couldn't help noticing his smell..it was manly with a hint of..cinnamon or something. To be honest, it smelled pretty good.

"Let go," I muttered, my voice muffled from his shirt.

He let go, grinning. "Let me try it now."

I checked my phone while he kept at it. Can I stop by your room at 4 tomorrow? Naminé was asking.

I confirmed, wondering what Sora would think of her.

"I think I did it wrong again!" Axel was groaning.

I leaned towards the paper. "Did you skip a step again?...Axel."

"Yes?"

"Really."

"Really what?"

"You subtracted wrong."

"Huh?..oh!" he laughed. Then he winked. "That one was on purpose."

"Why would you mess up on purpose?" I asked incredulously.

"To keep you on your toes!" He put his mouth against my ear and before I could swat him away, he whispered, "And because I like spending time with you, Roxas."

"You weirdo!" I jumped up, flustered. "Sora and Naminé are coming over tomorrow."

"Alright," he said, unfazed.

"So no alcohol."

"Ok."

"No anything!"

"Ok, ok," he laughed.

"I mean it."

"I know," he made a face. "Stop messing with my Friday nights."

"Stop messing with my head!"

He glanced up and before he could ask what I meant, I retreated to the bathroom. I wasn't sure what I meant either.

A/N: Should I finish this story?

~KionaxKeeda