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"I'm looking at you through the glass. Don't know how much time has passed. Oh God it feels like forever. But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting alone…" –Stone Sour

xXx

Always invisible.

Watching everyone around you having fun.

But no one gives you a second glance. Sometimes not even a first look.

Their eyes glaze over you. You're unimportant.

Forgettable.

That word that sums you up screams inside your head. It eats away at you, till you feel like nothing.

'Cause to everyone you are.

Nothing.

Forgettable.

Not worth someone's thoughts. Not memorable enough to stay inside someone's mind.

You always remember everyone. But no one remembers you.

And even after all these years it hurts, knowing no one sees you.

You might as well be part of the scenery. In the background.

Forgettable.

You're on the outside, looking in. Hoping with all your might that someone will look your way and see you.

But they never do.

Invisible.

Unimportant.

Forgettable.

Words that define you.

Words that rip through you.

And despite all your denial, all your reassurance to yourself, those words do burn.

You wish things would change. That'd you'd become noticeable, important, and memorable.

But that's just a fairytale.

xXx

The blaring music is giving me a headache. It's so loud I can feel it vibrating throughout my body.

I have no clue why I'm here. This was a mistake.

"I'm gonna get a beer. Do you want a soda?" Axel screams over the music.

I shake my head. Even if I shouted he probably still wouldn't be able to hear me.

"Okay. Be back soon!"

I watch as he disappears into the blob of people. Well, most of him. He's so tall that his flaming red hair is still just visible. Almost like fire sweeping through the crowd.

My head is pounding. Oh why did I come?!

'Cause that moron Axel dragged me here. Said it would be good for me to go to someone's party instead of moping around the house on a Saturday night.

Yeah, 'cause listening to ear numbing music, inhaling cigarette fumes, and watching people around me slobber over one another is healthy.

Axel told me that meeting new people would make me feel better. As if. He should know by now that it only makes me feel awkward and stupid.

Still he tries. The guy has good intentions. But I'm gonna have to kill him.

I watch people dance. Most are just bobbing to the beat. Some are grinding up against one another.

This is not my idea of a good time.

Especially since I know that Riku's here. With Kairi. His girlfriend.

He hasn't seen me though.

It's almost as if I have Riku Radar. It's the weirdest thing. I don't even try. But I'll be zoning out, thinking about him. And for some reason I'll feel compelled to look up only to see that he'll be standing there.

This time I only glimpsed a flash of silver, long hair weaving through the crowd. I know it was him.

I lean back on the couch I'm sitting on. Off to the side lines. Out of the action.

Watching those around me. Feeling left out. The outside looking in.

I don't understand why Axel and I couldn't just hang out at my house like we had originally planned. We'd be doing the same exact thing. Sitting on the couch; just the two of us. Minus the stench of beer and overwhelming music that disables us from actually hearing one another.

How did he even get invited to this thing? Sure, Axel has more friends than I do. But, he's no Mr. Uber Popularity.

I'm not even sure whose house this is. Maybe one of the Drama Kids'. That would explain how Axel heard about it. He mostly hangs out with the other Techies, but because he works on the Drama Club's productions, he's friends with a few of them.

Axel has tries to convince me to come along when he hangs out with them. And I have a couple of times. But they all have their own inside jokes and everything, so I'm usually left out.

An outsider to everything.

"Naminé?" I hear someone yell.

I look to my left. My stomach flips, queasily.

Riku sits down next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. He gives me a squeeze before removing it a couple seconds later.

It's a good thing Kairi isn't here to have seen that. She would eat me alive. I wonder where she is.

"What are you doing here?" he shouts.

"Axel brought me. He's getting a beer." I respond as loud as my voice possible can.

"Are you guys dating? 'Cause I always thought you'd two be perfect for one another."

I shake my head. "Just friends."

"What?"

"We're just friends!" I yell.

"Oh, okay," he replies sounding distracted. I notice that his eyes aren't focused on me, but rather over my shoulder.

I watch as a goofy grin spreads across his face. His eyes are all lit up.

"I'll talk to you later Naminé. Bye."

Before I can even say "bye" back, he's already stood up and walked away. I turn around and then immediately regret it.

The reason for his sudden departure: Kairi. And he's currently now attached to her lips.

The sight of them glued together makes me sick.

Turning away, I try to spot the familiar red hair above the crowd. But it's not there. Where is Axel?

The music has now transitioned into soft, slow song. Thank goodness. My head can have a moment of peace.

Some guy plops down into the seat next to me. I wrinkle my nose, turning away from him. He reeks of beer.

"Hey, I've never seen you before. What's your name?" he slurs.

"Naminé," I answer, going to stand up. When this guy pukes I so do not want to be the one sitting next to him.

The guy reaches out and grabs my arm. I look back at him, really seeing him for the first time.

His brown hair is sticking up in all sorts of places, looking terribly familiar. But, what I really notice is his eyes. They're a deep sapphire blue.

In fact if he didn't look a few years older and didn't have brown hair, I would have mistaken him for Roxas.

"Let go," I snap at him.

He does, staring up at my face. Those blue eyes of his are glazed over, almost as if he isn't actually seeing me, but something else instead. He's most likely off in Happy Drunk La-La Land.

"Aren't you enjoying my party?" he asks, smiling stupidly.

"No," I reply. I don't care if I sound rude. Besides whoever this guy is, he's not going to remember me come morning.

"Why not?" he whines in a childish voice.

He then reaches out again and wraps his fingers around my wrist. Before I can even yell at him, he pulls me back down to the couch. Actually it's more down into his lap.

I almost fall off and onto the floor, but the guy wraps his arms around me.

"Let go!" I shriek, looking around desperately. Come on, someone has to notice this! Where's Axel?

Using all my strength I try to push away, but he only holds me tighter.

"You're pretty, Naminé," he says, all giggly.

Great. I've always wanted a guy other than Axel to say that. But when I pictured it in my mind, he wasn't slobbering drunk.

The next thing I know, is that the guys leaning his head down towards me. I try to push him away, but he's so strong. His lips meet mine, before I can ever scream "stop!"

Eew. The taste of beer mixed together with salt and vinegar chips. So revolting.

This guy doesn't even get that I'm struggling under him. He just keeps kissing me harder. His tongue slips into me mouth, intensifying the appalling taste.

I can't believe that this is the first time I've ever made out with a guy, and it's with some drunken jerk. Thank goodness, this isn't my first kiss. I think I would cry.

Oh, why hasn't anyone noticed the girl being mauled by this idiot?

'Cause everyone is probably drunk too. Or else no one cares about the girl whose name they don't even remember.

Panic starts to arise in my mind. What if he tries someone thing more than just stick his tongue down my throat?

I push as hard as I possibly can. Still no use. He doesn't even pause with the slobbering.

"Hey! Leave her alone!"

Someone rips the guy off of me.

"Naminé, are you okay?" Axel asks, picking me up off the guy's lap and placing me on the floor.

I nod, feeling tears sliding down my cheeks. Ugh, I didn't even know that I was crying.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Axel bellows at the guy.

He just giggles.

Axel reels his arm back, but I grab it before he can land the punch.

"Naminé-"

"Don't. It's okay. I'm okay."

I let go of his hand and he lowers it.

"Come on; let's find someplace else to chill."

Axel puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me through the mass of people. His grip tightens as we get pushed aside by everyone dancing wildly. They're all too drunk to realize the song is a slow one.

After a few moments of being extremely claustrophobic, we're out of the crowd. Axel leads me to a door. We go outside a large balcony. There's still quite a few people out there, but we manage to find an empty swinging chair and sit down.

"I'm sorry, Naminé. I should have never forced you to come here," Axel tells me.

"It's not your fault."

"You sure you're okay?" he repeats.

I smile at him. "Thanks for saving me."

Axel hugs me. "Of course."

"Who was that guy?"

"Sora. This is his house," he answers.

"I've never seen him before. Does he go to our school?" I ask.

"He used to. He graduated a few years ago. I guess he's on break from college." Axel takes a sip from his beer, which I just noticed is in his other hand.

"Axel, how did you hear about this party?"

"One of the Techies." Another sip from the bottle.

I scoot away from him, his breath starting to smell like beer.

"Sorry," he apologizes, understanding. He places the beer on the floor.

"That's okay. You don't have to stop. I just can't stand the smell."

Axel doesn't say anything. So I stare up at the sky, surprised that some stars are visible. From the corner of my eye I see Axel picking the bottle back up. He takes a long chug and puts it down. It bothers me that he still drinks. After all that happened last year, you would think he'd learn. But still he continues his habits. The only negative thing about him.

The smell of beer reminds me of the scene in the living room. My head starts to spin. Need to get away from the smell. If even for just a few minutes.

"I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back," I say.

"Some kid threw up all over the floor, so you're going to have to use the one upstairs. Do you want me to help you find it?" he asks.

"I'll be okay." I stand up and head back inside.

The music has stopped playing. That's odd. Also the living room is almost vacant. There's still a few people drinking and chatting, but other than that, everyone's gone.

I spot someone I sort of know from school. She's sitting on the couch between two guys. One is slightly chubby, but it suits him. He has a cheery face with dark brown eyes. The other guy is better looking, with his blondish brown hair, and chocolate eyes. His arm is slung causally over the girl I recognize from my history class, Olette. We've spoken a few times, so I know she's friendly.

She sees me coming over and waves.

"Hi, Naminé."

"Hi. Um, where did everyone go?" I ask.

"They're all in the basement," answers the guy with his arm around Olette. "The local band that came to play finished setting up, so everyone's down there."

"We're going to go down in a little while. Want to join?" Olette asks, smiling.

"Thanks, but I'm here with Axel. But, maybe in a little while I come find you guys."

"Okie dokie," replies the chubby boy. "I'm Pence by the way. And that's Hayner."

"Hi." I smile, feeling my cheeks warm up. Meeting new people always makes me nervous. "Anyways, I came up to find the restroom. See you guys later."

"Bye," the say in unison.

I turn away and go toward the stairs. Some couples are sitting on them, making out. I don't spot Riku and Kairi amongst them. So I'm thankful for that. It takes a little while to climb the stairs. I had to jump over a few couples who refused to move. It surprises me that none have passed out from lack of oxygen. They all seemed permanently attached by the lips.

Finally, I reached the top. What should have taken mere seconds, took about five minutes. The hallway splits into two at the top. I choose to go right, cause's there's only one door to the left. It's most likely the parent's bedroom.

As I travel down the hallway, I can't help but notice the pictures on the walls. Sora beams at me from almost every frame.

He must have been a big shot while he was attending our high school. I was a freshman when he was a senior, which would explain why I never had seen him before. However, by the look of his sports pictures he appears to have been captain, as well as Prom King, and President of student government. Which sadly means that I must live under a rock, because you would have thought that I would have at least heard about him.

A flash of blonde hair makes me stop dead. I stare at the picture in disbelief.

Deep blue eyes stare back at me. But they don't belong to Sora.

"Roxas?" I whisper out loud.

There's no mistaking it's him. Sure, he might have been about eight when this picture was taken, but he still looks the same. Same messy hair and even the same smile.

Glancing at the other pictures lining the halls, it doesn't take a genius to guess who the favorite child is. For every four pictures of Sora, there's only one of Roxas. He's also outnumbered by pictures of what I'm assuming is the youngest kid. Except it's a girl.

If she didn't have the same eyes as her brothers I never would have know she was related to them. While Roxas and Sora were more on the tan side, she was fair skinned. It contrasted her jet black, pixie cut hair. She looked to be around the age of eight or nine.

"She's my half-sister."

I jumped and turn around. Roxas is leaning up against the other wall. He smirks, his eyebrows raised. My cheeks turn red as I take in that he's wearing his pajamas. He's not shirtless, but the wife beater he's wearing does give me a glimpse of his kind of on the skinny side torso. Skinny, but nice.

"Sora is my full brother. But, Xion is my father and his wife's daughter," he explains. "My parents got divorced when I was seven. I decided to live with my mom, while Sora lived with my dad and his new fiancé."

By Roxas' bitter tone, I understand the reason for the divorce.

"I'm sorry."

He shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm used to it. However," he pauses his voice turning acidic, "I had to move change living arrangements when my mom got promoted, sending her to a different country.

I don't understand why he's telling me all of this. It's not like we're that good of friends. But I feel touched that he thinks we are enough for him to confide in me like this.

My eyes are transfixed on his unusually cold, blue ones.

"I'm sorry," I repeat, not knowing what else to say.

Again, he shrugs. Then returning to his normal manner, he smiles. It doesn't quite reach those haunting hard eyes though.

"What are you doing up here anyway? Shouldn't you be enjoying my brother's party?"

"I came upstairs to use the bathroom," I answer.

"Right this way then." He gestures down the hall. "Keep going straight. It's that door at the very end."

"Thanks."

I begin to walk. He follows, walking beside me.

"My room is the one adjacent," he explains.

We reach the end of the hall. I open the bathroom door and enter.

Immediately, I feel my cheeks heat up for what feels like the hundredth time that night. 'Cause I just realized I'd be using Roxas' bathroom.

Surprisingly it's very clean. The towels are all hung up nicely and the shampoo bottles are lined up according to size on the edge of the bathtub/shower. There's not even toothpaste left in the sink.

I quickly do my business and wash my hands. When I open the door, I jump slightly. Roxas is leaning against his bedroom door.

Wow. I didn't think he'd wait for me. I'm kind of shocked.

"Want to hang in my room for a bit?" he asks.

I feel my mouth drop open. Closing it, I continue to gawk at him.

"You don't have to. I'd just rather not go downstairs," he says.

Thinking back to Sora I decide going back downstairs would not be smart.

Wait…Sora? Roxas' brother. The guy I was just making out with.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I must have a horrified expression on my face; 'cause the next thing I know is that Roxas opens the door to his rooms and backs away from me.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you," he tells me.

"No!"

He jumps at the volume of my voice.

"Sorry, didn't mean to shout," I say, talking much softer, "You didn't offend me. I'd really like to hang out with you, but Axel is waiting downstairs."

"Oh," he responds, sticking one of his hands in his pocket. With the other hand he runs it through his hair, only making it stick up more.

"Yeah, but you're welcome to hang out with us."

"Thanks, but I'd rather not. See you later."

"Okay, bye."

I turn away, feeling disappointed. The door closes behind me.

Not sure what to make of this. Does Roxas hate his brother that much or does he just not like being around too many people? I can't see him loathing someone so much, but when he talks about his brother and dad he's almost a different person. I guess I don't really know him very well.

I'm glad to see that the stairs have cleared up. Same with the living room. Everyone must be in the basement.

Sure enough, I can hear loud rock music coming from the downstairs. Whoever the local band is, they're pretty good.

Before going down I check the balcony. A few people are out on it, enjoying the warm night. But I don't see Axel. He's kind of hard to miss, so I assume he went to the basement.

But when I go down to check, I don't see him. He's abnormally tall, or at least to me he is. Still I should be able to spot him, so it's weird that I don't.

Maybe I did miss him on the balcony?

Checking again, I still can't find him. I travel farther down the balcony, thinking maybe's he moved. No luck.

Where is he?

And that's when I smell it. That so sweet, it makes you sick scent. My stomach clenches, threatening to empty what little I've eaten tonight.

Fighting the urge to throw up, I move closer to the smell. It leads me down the stairs and onto the yard. But I still don't see anyone. I have to be nearer; the smell is stronger than ever.

Ugh, it's worse than beer.

I turn so I'm now at the side of the house. That's when I finally see them. About five guys, leaning against the side of the house, passing something small around. It gets to the guy on the end. The one with flaming red hair.

"Axel?"

He looks around at the sound of his name. There's a stupid lopsided grin on his face.

The smile falls the moment he sees me.

The other four guys have now turned to see the interloper. Their grins are identical to the one Axel was just wearing.

I turn away and begin walking.

"Naminé, wait!" I hear him call from behind me.

Ignoring him, I break into a run. Angry tears are now pouring from my eyes.

He was supposed to stop. He promised me he had quit. He swore that he was done smoking pot.

I take the stairs two at a time.

Another broken promise. I never would have thought it would have come from Axel.

When I reach the balcony, I keep running. He's still behind me, but I don't care.

I run into the house, all the way up the stairs, and down to the end of the right hallway.

Giving my lungs much needed air, I stand outside Roxas' room. It takes me a few seconds to even realize where I am. Why did I go here of all places?

The door opens a crack as I'm staring at it.

"Naminé?"

It opens wider as he takes in my bright red face, dripping with tears.

"What happened?" he asks worried.

"I hate parties," I gasp.

Roxas puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me inside of his room, closing the door behind us. He steers me towards his unmade bed.

I sit, taking in Roxas' bedroom. It contains two completely full book cases, a dresser, a flat screen television, and a desk with a laptop on it.

Other than that it's completely empty. Well, other than the numerous boxes scattered all over the floor and the clothes strewn about everywhere. Almost as if his closet exploded. But other than that, it appears to be that Roxas hasn't unpacked anything else.

"You okay?" he asks. "What happened?"

I notice he's no longer in sweats and the wife beater, but instead ripped jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt.

He's watching me expectantly, looking worried. And I don't understand why, but all I want to do is tell confide in him with my messed up life.

"Well, first I saw Riku, the guy of my dreams kissing his girlfriend," I spurt out, sounding hysterical. Tears are steaming down my face now. "And then your brother assaults me-"

"He what?!" Roxas yells.

"Then," I continue on, unable to stop, "I find Axel smoking pot, which after what happened last year, he promised me he'd never do it again."

I sputter on the last words before just breaking down into sobs.

Roxas sits down and wraps his arms around me.

It takes a few seconds, but the feeling of his embrace sobers me up. I choke back my tears.

My cheeks are on fire now. I can't believe I'm crying in front of someone I don't even know. No one, except for Axel sees me cry. Not even Riku. I didn't give him the satisfaction to see me cry when he hurt me for that first time

Roxas lets go, hearing the absence of my sobs.

"You okay?"

I nod, sniffling.

"Now, what did my idiot brother do?" he asks gently.

"Nothing. No big deal," I answer.

"Don't defend him. I'm gonna kill him anyways."

I laugh. "He just kissed me, but he was drunk," I add hastily seeing the shadow cross Roxas' face.

"Yeah, he does that a lot. Now, do want to talk about the last part?

"I caught Axel smoking pot. And he got into some serious trouble cause of it last year. He made a promise to me that he'd stop."

"I'm sorry," he replies. "I don't know what else to say."

"Well, your company makes me feel better. Thanks." Wait, did I just say that? Great, he's gonna think I like him or something. Which I don't.

In the back of my mind I'm aware that Roxas completely skimmed over the thing about Riku. He didn't even acknowledge that I had said it. Pushing the thought out of the way I focus on wiping my (now probably blotchy) face, dry of my tears.

"Sure. I'm kind of bored myself. I've been unpacking, but I'm getting sick of it," he says, getting up from the bed.

I look around the barren room. It's sort of depressing. The only warmth in it is the books. But they make it look more like a library rather than a room. Other than the bed, there's nothing to suggest it is a room. No pictures, posters, or anything to show off personality. Just books and clothes. Things he needs on a daily basis.

I glance at the big flat screen television placed on the wall opposite of the foot of the bed. It doesn't fit what little I've gathered about Roxas. He just doesn't seem the type to care about the ridiculous sizes of electronics.

Roxas sees where I'm staring at.

"A 'Gift' from my dad," he says, pointing to the television. He laughs without humor. "It's funny how well he knows me. It's not like I hate TV, or anything."

"Oh," I reply. Then, trying to change the subject I ask, "Where's your skateboard?"

"My what?" He looks away from the TV and faces me.

"Skateboard?"

He furrows his eyebrow in confusion. "I don't own one. No clue how to skateboard."

"Oh, I just assumed, 'cause you, um, wear all those skateboard brand shirts," I stammer.

Honestly, I'm not obsessed with him. The only reason I remember what he wears is 'cause I thought it was interesting that his appearance contradict his personality. Seriously, not obsessed. I don't even like like the guy. Yup, that's right. Don't like him.

Comprehension dawns on his face. "Oh, those are all hand-me-downs from Sora. He's the one into sports."

I remain silent; not knowing what else there is to say. The silence stretches out, becoming more awkward by the second. I'm just about to ask him if he's finished the physics homework (lame, I know, but I have no clue what else to say) when he moves towards the door.

"I'm gonna get a beer. I'll be right back. Do want one?" he asks over his shoulder.

Um, he's leaving me here alone?! In his room?

"I'll come with you!" I squeal, springing up from the bed.

"Okay."

We exit the room and go downstairs. Again the living room is empty, but I can't hear music coming up from downstairs. Maybe they're taking a break.

Roxas leads me into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and pulls out two bottles of beer.

"No thanks. I don't drink," I tell him as goes to hand me one.

"Well, aren't you little Miss Sandra Dee?" He smirks at me.

"Um, what?"

"You know, from the movie Grease?" he asks.

When I remain puzzled, he starts to sing in a horribly mock girly voice.

"'I don't drink. Or swear. I don't rat my hair. I get ill from one cigarette.'"

"I think I've seen that. Aren't they making fun of her in that song?" I ask, almost positive he's insulting me.

"Yeah, but I'm not. I told you before that you're sweet and innocent. It's cute. You're just like the girl Sandy from the movie. You even have the blonde hair," he replies, now smiling warmly.

Wait did he just call me cute?

"Hey Sandy, do want anything to eat?" he asks, opening the fridge back up.

"Um, sure," I mumble.

It must have not been a big deal to him. He said it so causally. Like it was a fact rather than his opinion. Still, he said it.

"Naminé?"

I blink and focus on him. He's holding up a container of what looks like dip.

"Yum."

He smiles and starts rummaging though cabinets for chips.

"Hey, Roxas?"

"Hmm?"

"Isn't Grease kind of a chick flick?" I ask in a teasing manner.

He chuckles. "Yeah, but my sister is really big into musicals. Every time I came to visit she would make me watch a few. She's so happy I've moved in permanently 'cause she now thinks she can make me watch them all."

He grabs a bag, rips it open, and places it on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Do want a soda?"

I shake my head and take a few chips.

"Where's your sister now?" I ask.

"She's over at a friend's house. I made sure she wouldn't be here when my dad and stepmom were out of town. I had a feeling Sora would be throwing a party," he answers, eating a few chips.

"Classy," I laugh.

He swallows and grins back at me.

"Do you want to go and listen to the band?"

"I thought you didn't want to be around the party," I reply.

"I think I'll survive for a few songs. Come on, Sandy, I've heard they don't suck."

He gently grabs my hand and leads me to the basement.

My heartbeat increases with his touch. It's not like he's holding hands with me. Our fingers aren't intertwined or anything. He's just sort of curled his fingers around my hand. But still, I feel heat in my cheeks.

On our way down the stairs, I gasp.

'Cause the basement is packed. There must be tons of people crammed down here.

When we reached the floor all I can see are people's backs. We can't even see the band.

Roxas taps some guy on the shoulder.

"Are they done playing?"

"No, just taking a break," he answers before turning back around.

Roxas, still holding my hand, then leads me back halfway back up the stairs. He lets go and sits on one of the steps.

I plop back down next to him.

"Didn't feel like standing," he explains.

I'm about to say something when the whole room erupts in cheers.

"Okay, everyone. We're back!" booms a voice.

More cheers.

"I love you, Demyx!" some girl shrieks.

"Love you too," Demyx replies. "We're Moldy Pepperoni and this is our brand new song!"

"Nice name," I say to Roxas.

He smiles back, but is unable to say anything, due to the band starting to play.

We listen for a few songs. They're actually a really good band. Demyx, the lead singer and guitar player, has a really alluring voice. The lyrics are almost poetic.

I let out a huge yawn. Checking my watch I see that it's eleven.

"Do you have to be home?" Roxas yells.

I shake my head. My curfew is pretty late. As long as I'm home before one, my parents don't care. Since I rarely hang out with someone other than Axel, they figure I'll never actually be out past curfew. I'm kind of suspicious that they just don't believe I'd even be out past eleven.

Another yawn escapes my mouth. I usually go to bed at eleven thirty. Lame, I know, but I enjoy getting enough sleep to not make me a zombie the next morning.

I lay my head on Roxas' shoulder and close my eyes.

The band is playing a slow song now. It's extremely pretty. I could almost fall asleep listening to it.

Roxas smells good. Like laundry detergent and shampoo. It's a nice, calming smell.

Wait a second.

It takes me a few moments of being in bliss to realize what I've just done. My eyes snap open and I sit up straight.

"It's okay," Roxas says softly in my ear. "I didn't mind."

I smile at him, but refrain from placing my head on his shoulder. Instead I wrap my arms around myself.

Looking out into the crowd, I see couples holding on one to another, listening to the soft, sweet song. Some are kissing, some just swaying together to the music.

They're all so lucky to have someone to hold on to. I want that.

Peeking at Roxas, I see that he's staring off into the space in front of us.

I know he thinks of me just as a friend. What happened a few moments ago, was just an exchange between friends. I've laid my head on Axel's shoulders hundreds of times.

It doesn't mean anything, I'm sure of it. We're just friends, nothing more. Like with Riku. He never thought I could be more to him. I guess that I'm always just going to be the friend. Nothing more.

And despite being in a room full of people, I've never felt so alone.

xXx

"I'm looking at you through the glass… Oh God it feels like forever."

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The name Moldy Pepperoni was created by one of my friends, so I give her full credit for what I think would be an awesome band name.

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