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"How many times are you planning to spin on that?"

I heard a chuckle follow that sentence afterwards.

Slowing spinning the office chair to catch his grinning face stare at me, I rolled my eyes playfully. He probably wanted a turn.

"Until I spin enough to make me sick."

I watched as he pouted and crossed his arms. I giggled.

Yup, I was right. Sora could be such a kid sometimes.

As if on cue, he stood up from the edge of the bed he was sitting on and went to stand right in front of me. I blushed lightly at the closeness of his body. It wasn't that he was so close that it became uncomfortable… well, not just that. I could smell the scent of fresh laundry on his shirt... and I really like that smell. You could ask my mom, I smell clothes all the time back at our house when she's done a load.

But…it somehow just smells better on Sora.

I blinked quickly. There I go again, talking about him like a he's some new sweater I want to buy. It's not fair of me to think like that. It's not good to use him like that. It's—!!

All of a sudden, I feel a sharp poke to my forehead and my hand comes up flying to rub it. Where did..?

Seeing movement in front of me, I realized that Sora was still standing in front me. How did I just go out of my head like that?

Looking up, I see him lean down till his face is directly opposite of mine. Our blue eyes centimetres apart, a warm smile is on his handsome face. I can only help but sweetly smile back.

"Okay then, fine! See how long you can last. I don't know if you stomach a snack after though."

A giggle escapes my lips before I can stop myself. I tend to do that more when he's around, and I hope it doesn't get on his nerves. Though I think it doesn't, considering he chuckled again after I did. ..And it's not like I'm fed up with his constant chuckling. He wouldn't be Sora if he didn't.

I put on a small grin and went back to spinning in circles in the black small office chair. Between views, I could see him head for the door. I called to him, my voice echoing off different points around the room.

"Can I have strawberry?"

I heard him laugh then his footsteps left the room for the hallway and were heading down the stairs to the kitchen. I kept on spinning.

Usually three times a week after school, I come over to Sora's house and kick it for a couple hours with him on snacks and homework. Whether it's the day we go berry-skipping or not (yeah, we dubbed it a name and it's codename: Sweet sweet.), I pretty much stay here all the time. Weekends are no exception. His place has become my second home and his parents are attached to my parents and me, like close relatives. So I'm always safe and comfortable in this forever tight-knit bond.

…I hope it will be forever.

I smiled softly. As I kept spinning, I saw quick flashes of his bedroom in my view. The tone of his room was vibrant of red, blue and black (with some yellow and white to my colour liking) and there were few bits and pieces of photos and other memories scattered all around. It was well-furnished, comfy and delightfully warm, though the breeze would float every once in a while through his always open window. But even so, it still tended to be a bit messy. I approved of this regular teenage boy's bedroom.

His room was where I liked to hang out most, aside from the marina shore out on the beach and our spot at the edge of the botanical gardens. Thinking about the blushful fauna, made me start to hum lightly. I smiled.

…When was the last time I had sketched? I shook my head chuckling.

My head started to feel dizzy. Maybe I should've kept count how many spins I did just to impress and annoy Sora. Hearing his footsteps again come back, I kept my eyes trained to the door. I'll watch him come in, but I won't stop spinning.

Seeing his figure re-enter, Sora was holding a colourful plastic tray, topped with two bowls, one full of white/brown content and the other pink. He had two spoons in between his teeth. Coming up to me, his eyes widened.

"You're still spinning?" That's what I managed to make out he said between the spoons.

"Yup, and I didn't stop once!"

With a smirk, I kept on going and went faster. I didn't want him to see how green my face was, as to how green I felt.

He somehow knew, between in between rotations, I saw him raise an eyebrow and follow with a smirk of his own. Sora went up to the bed to put the tray on and then come up to stand before me again. With a grin, he put a hand on my head.

At first, I was confused, not getting his reason for doing that desired action. He could've easily just grabbed the chair and stopped me, or pulled me off unexpectedly liked he usually does. I giggled.

"What're you…?"

Then I felt myself start to slow down until I came to a stop with my back turned to him.

Oh, so that works too.

Having a funny feeling on top of my head, I reached up a hand to touch my hair. I started patting and touching it in different parts… he just twisted all the hair on my head until it felt and probably looked like a crop-circle! Suddenly I felt his voice and his breath ring into my left ear. I knew he was grinning.

"Got you strawberry."

Something about the way he said that, made my face heat up. Luckily the bangs on the sides of my face and my back to him, concealed the rising blush and my sparkling eyes from his view. I turned to him slowly in the chair and began fixing and combing through my hair. I glared at him but it only triggered laughter from him.

Watching as he went to sit on his bed again, reached over for the pink-filled bowl and handed it to me with a smile. When I was done combing my blonde locks through my fingers, I took it gratefully in my left hand. Then he pulled a spoon from between his teeth and handed it to me. I stuck my tongue out at him but took it anyway. The frost from the ice-cream left my palm and fingers all tingly. As I began eating, I watched as he went to get his own vanilla-chocolate bowl. After a few savoury sweet spoonfuls, he started conversation again. He was probably ready to crack some random topic that would surely both amuse and offend me. He always did.

"So… how're things?"

I stopped eating for a moment and looked up to him quickly. Sora's head was to a suddenly more interesting point on his bedroom floor. From where I looked, his eyes became all unfocused but concentrated at the same time. He was biting his lower lip gently and the hand his spoon was in kept coming up and down from out of his bowl. I lowered my spoon slowly.

What was with the sudden formality? Only strangers and forced-talkers used a question like that. I chewed the inside of my mouth and laughed nervously.

"Fine… I guess…?" I looked down then quickly looked back up to him with a small smile.

"Sora? What's with the small talk? You always have something to say."

I watched as his eyes went around room to everywhere…except me. He began to chuckle softly and roll his eyes to the ceiling and his hand went to scratch the back of his head. I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. He looked so deep in thought all of sudden (something that I can rarely say when it comes to his quick-thinking brain …and sometimes dense mind). Things were beginning to fall into the awkward department – a place Sora and I had never ventured into before.

It had me more concerned. What was his pressuring thought? And why couldn't he look at me? I kept watching him as he gazed around wonderingly, trying to pick different parts of his gearing mind to let me in… or let me out.

I blinked quickly to relieve myself of the thoughts then I went to start another conversation. Hopefully he would come back to me.

"Is the survey going good? I've asked some other people to poll, so you can add their tallies too. You'll probably have more fruits now for people to decide between."

At my voice, his head jerked up to stare at me directly in the eyes. I locked it with a soft gaze. Whatever he was thinking, I could easily pick up there. Sora always had the most expressive eyes. I searched his ocean blue with my crystal sapphire (that's what he claims the colour of my eyes is – I've never accepted another colour name after that). Nothing but happiness and hope floated there. Then I tilted my head to the side. Was there confusion there too?

Wait, of course there was. Sora hadn't heard what I was saying.

"Sora?"

He blinked and came back. I kept my head tilted to him with a smile but I inwardly sighed. What was with him today?

Seeing that I was still staring at him, a blush suddenly rushed to his cheeks and he brought his hand to scratch a side of his face. My eyebrows came together in more confusion. Was there something I was missing?

He laughed nervously and went back to eating. A warm smile spread across his face as his eyes lidded over. He coughed awkwardly.

"S-sorry Naminé."

I giggled and rolled my eyes. He's not the only boy who acts like this from time to time.

"S'okay."

--

After some minutes in comfortable silence (where I was sure Sora wasn't spacing out on me again), the ice-cream was finished and the bowls were put back on the tray. I went to sit with Sora on his bed. We were eventually found by his busy mom with our bodies laying vertically to the wall across us and our heads hanging over the side, staring at things upside-down. She chuckled as she stopped at the doorframe with a basket in her hands.

"Aren't you two going to do something useful?"

We both looked to her with our heads downside-up and smiles on our faces. I answered her first.

"Well, we already did all our homework. We'll probably get a B on today's assignment."

"A," Sora countered. I glared at him.

"Hey, I did most of the research and your grammar stinks. So, we're getting a B."

"A." I rolled my eyes.

"A-."

I watched as he grinned.

"That'll do!"

I had to giggle. Then he turned back to his mom.

"And we already ate all the ice-cream, so we're just gonna stare at the ceiling."

Then we both went to try and look up from our vertically challenged heads. I heard as she chuckled again.

"Don't you want to do something more exciting? Like, head to the beach? The market? The island?"

We both groaned loudly. She laughed.

"Alright, stay there! But don't complain when you're older about how you missed out on the greatest years of your life! If I were your age, I'd be out everyday with my friends and trying to do the most craziest…."

Her voice trailed away as she began walking down the hallway to go back to her tasks. I heard Sora chuckle.

"Now there's a scary thought."

I gasped lightly then quickly went to punch him in the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Sora!"

He laughed and I joined him. After it had died down, we went back to staring at the ceiling. A soft smile broke my features. I giggled.

"Remember when we used to stay up late at night during sleepovers just to annoy your Mom?"

Sora chuckled then went to shift position. When he had settled, his head was resting on my stomach and we laid perpendicular, but both drifted to the same thoughts.

"Yeah…we still do! But, it was more fun back then when weren't old enough to be allowed to."

I nodded my still hanging head as the memories flooded in.

--)(--

A high-pitched giggle erupted from under the soft blue covers of Sora's bed. A snicker followed afterwards from the beneath the green folds of the futon on the floor.

Little Naminé threw the blue blanket sheets from over her head and went to crawl over to the edge of the bed to stare down into the dark where some crumpled lumps kept shifting excitedly.

'Psst,' she called quickly and quietly.

Little Sora threw his green covers from over his head and looked up to see her grinning face. He snickered again and went to pull a red flashlight from under his pillow.

Naminé who wasn't expecting it, seeing as she couldn't see in the dark, was quickly surprised when the bright light of the flashlight illuminated under Sora's chin and gave him a scary-looking shadow of a face.

'Boo!' he whispered harshly.

Naminé clamped her mouth over with her small hands and tried to stifle back the loud giggle that was bursting to come out.

Ever since that day after kindergarten, they were inseparable. No one dared to break them up. Everyone, especially both their parents knew that a fast and tight-bonded friendship had grown between Naminé and Sora. Nothing they all suspected could take that from them. It was built upon trust, safety, warmth, and happiness. And it came to a quick point that Naminé was allowed to stay over at Sora's house and vice-versa, despite how young they were and what others thought was too-young a love developed between them.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard making their way down the hall and came a stop at the closed door of Sora's room. Sora quickly switched off the flashlight and rushed to shove it under his pillow, while throwing the covers over his head again. Naminé did the same.

The door wasn't clicked in and was left a crack open so the intruder pushed it gently open to stare down at the two four-year-olds. They laid frozen. A soft sigh followed afterwards.

'This is the second time I've had to come in here. Don't make me come in here again, you two' was whispered harshly but softly.

With a warm but tired smile, Sora's mother pulled back the door back to its crack and walked back to her bedroom.

After waiting a couple minutes, Naminé lifted her head from under the covers and looked cautiously to the door. When she was sure Sora's mother had probably gone back to sleep, she grinned and crawled back to the edge of Sora's bed and looked excitedly back down.

Hoping to see him there, smiling back up at her ready with a flashlight scare, she was left disappointed. He had unfortunately fallen asleep and was now snoring lightly. In the short minutes they were pretending to be asleep, he really did go out and somehow the very sheet he had used to hide himself under, was twisted loosely around his entire small frame. His arms and legs were spread out in a starfish position and a part of him had fallen over the side of the futon.

Naminé pouted her lips and made a tiny whine in the back of her throat before crawling back to her original spot. As she laid there, she looked up and began to think deeply. Sleep wouldn't come to her as quickly as it did for Sora.

How could he already be sleeping? They had done this the first time without being tired… Maybe she was the one keeping him up when he really wanted to be sleeping.

Naminé's eyebrows knitted together. She felt bad. That was no way to treat a friend.

Her best friend.

Then she suddenly smiled. Whether she liked it or not, she was now stuck with his spiky-haired boy for life and would have to endure his quick snoozes and short output of energy.

She shook her head. Maybe, it wouldn't be so short as they grew older. Maybe it would last longer, and then they could stay up all night until the sun rose.

Naminé suddenly thought of something upsetting. Her eyebrows knit together again.

But… What if…? What if the …'as they grew older' part never came?

Naminé's mind wrapped around the thought bitterly. What if all this happiness and laughter was just a ticking timer, until the day came that they'd stop being friends? Was that even a possibility?

As Naminé heard Sora's snoring from below, her eyes began to feel watery and vision began to blur.

They were so close, everyone could see it. But…how close could two people be before it came to being too close?

..Could they really be best friends ..forever?

Before she knew it, Naminé's tears began to leak from her eyes and trail down her cheeks. A hiccup escaped from her lips. Quickly trying to hide the sound, she grabbed the blue blanket that had fallen at her lap and threw it over her head again, till all she could see was the pillow beneath her and the dark tent of the covers above. Another hiccup came.

She didn't want to lose Sora. He was the best thing to ever happen to her. He always made her feel special and they always had the best fun together. Who would draw with her at school if they got mad at each other? Who would try to catch her in a game of tag at recess if they got in a fight? Who was going to teach her how to swim and fight with wooden toy swords if they never spoke to each other again?

Naminé's tears rolled faster down her face. It took a lot of fisting for her not to sob.

Had she not met him that first day at that small wooden table, laid with crayons and paper, she might have never known how important a best friend could be to her.

The very thought only helped to break the sob out of her mouth. When it was gone, she quickly clenched her teeth together and began to breathe deeply.

Sora was everything to her. He was a brother, a dog, a little husband, and father all in one. She couldn't lose him.

'N-naminé?'

Naminé froze. Sora must've woken up after hearing her sob and was probably now listening to her quiet hiccups.

She slowly brought the cover over her head down and stared over to the edge of the bed. Expecting to see nothing but darkness, she was met with Sora's sleepy face as he rubbed a tired eye. It was quickly gone and replaced with shock and concern when he saw her teary features.

'Nami? W-what's wrong?'

The nickname he had given her only made her cry more. Now utterly scared, Sora stood from his kneeling position with his bright blue eyes wide.

Desperate for care, Naminé shakily reached out a small hand to grab a tiny fist of his white t-shirt. She looked up at him through her tears.

'C-can you sleep w-with me tonight?'

Nodding frantically and still wide-eyed, Sora quickly crawled into bed beside her and rolled on his side to stare at her with concern and worry still etched all over his face. No other questions but to why she was crying ran through his young mind.

Instinctively, she moved closer to him until her head was right at his shoulder. As Sora reached up a tiny hand to smoothen her head, he waited till her sobs died down before he said anything. Sora knew this was one of the things that helped to calm her down and make her feel safe. Though Naminé was pretty much of a girly-girl, he couldn't help but deny her desperate call for attention at vulnerability.

When she was done shaking and the hiccups had stopped, Sora lifted his hand away from her blonde hair. He kept his eyes on her.

'Nami? What's wrong?' he asked quietly.

Though her hiccups were gone and the tears had stopped falling, she looked like she had more just brimming her eyelashes ready to fall. She stared up at him hopelessly, searching his face though not really looking for anything in particular.

'Sora?...A-are you and I gonna be friends forever?' she replied shakily.

He blinked.

Is that what she had been so scared about? He grinned widely in the dark.

'Of course!' he whispered happily.

She leaned more into his shoulder. She wanted more.

'You promise?' she whispered. As she tried to get more out, her eyes began to droop.

Great, now the sandman comes.

Naminé wanted to dig more memories and worries out but when she was ready to cry again, a hand came to hers and locked its pinky with her own.

'I promise, Nami.'

Naminé's eyes widened and suddenly all the worries about losing her best friend were wiped away, for just feeling the lock of his finger with hers, made their friendship feel like the strongest lifeline to her.

As he yawned sleepily, she yawned too. She was finally ready to go the sleep.

'I promise' he whispered again before drifting back to sleep.

And as Naminé went to sleep herself, a small smile spread across her lips and the leftover tears fell down her face, replaying Sora's words in her dreamy mind and feeling their locked pinkies under the sheets.

--)(--

I sighed with a warm smile on my face as I felt my eyelids come halfway over my gaze.

"You always let me have your bed whenever I come over… and that night when I was crying, you slept beside me to make me feel better…"

I felt Sora's head turn to one side, probably to gaze where my head was supposed to be on the bed. I felt the muscles in his face stretch over my stomach and I knew he was smiling.

"I did it to protect you."

...I blinked not really understanding.

"How?"

"Remember how I said I'd always protect you, no matter what?"

"Yeah…?"

"Well …I meant no matter what."

Still not following, I pulled my head back up from the edge of the bed and looked down at him with my hands supporting my upper body. I had no feeling in my legs and all the blood was starting to drain from my head. It left me sick but anxious, so I titled my head to the side and gave Sora a perplexed look.

"But …I didn't need protection when I was worried about our friendship. I needed comfort."

Sora kept his blue eyes on me for a while longer before turning it back to look at the wall and desk in front of his gaze. The movement left my stomach all tickly. As he spoke, I watched his eyes lid over with a warm smile too.

"Comfort is protection… That much I knew ...the night you thought you were gonna lose me."

"…I'm not, right?"

Sora quickly turned his head back to me. I knew he saw the concern and worry in my eyes. My body shook a little. Even though he made me trust that night that we'd always be friends forever, and considering how we're still so close now… I can't help but still believe there's always going to be room for breakup. I had vowed from that night to myself in my heart that no matter what, our friendship would always be put on the highest pedestal in my life, and I would always keep it that way.

With my eyes slightly blurry, I continued to watch his face. And just when I thought there was the same look of concern and worry in his eyes, it was gone and nothing but warmth, happiness …and maybe something more remained. Then he spoke.

"Naminé... I'm still here.. and I always will be. You can count on it."

With a light giggle and some blush I felt rising in my cheeks, I leaned down and planted a soft kiss to his cheek. I hovered over his face for a few seconds.

"I won't have to count. Forever is much too long to keep on counting."

As I smiled down to him with my eyes closed, I felt Sora reach his hand up to cup my cheek and pull me down slowly. My eyes opened wide.

Was he going to…

Before I knew it, he had pulled so me far that when I was sure our lips would touch, he jerked me head to the side and my face met the fabric of the bed sheets. I laughed lightly into it and pulled my head back to give him a mischievous grin. He had his arms behind his head and with his eyes closed, he grinned cheekily.

With a huff, I raised the lower part of my body up and used my shoulders to push him so far that he went over the bed. When I heard the satisfying thump and painful groan that followed afterwards, laughed and doubled over on the bed.

Unfortunately, the laughing fit had me rolling over so far, I fell off the bed too. And of course, Sora got to get a laugh himself.

As I rubbed my side, I rolled my eyes in his direction and stood up. He was still laughing.

"Yeah yeah…. So? What's the new one today?"

With one final chuckle, he got up and went to stand beside me, running a hand through his hair. I found myself staring. God, I loved his brown spikes.

The thought made me giggle. Sora shot me a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk then he urned to stare around the room.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Come on, my mom got it for us."

He lead me out the room and down the stairs to their first floor and into the kitchen. Along the way, I gazed here and there at all the photo frames hanging on the walls and all the objects I'd known and grown attached to for years. Nothing ever really dramatically changes in Sora's home, which I'm thankful for. Especially when it comes to their kitchen.

As we entered it, the familiar smell of island spices and homemade food wafted happily into my nose. Though his mom wasn't cooking anything today, it always had this distinct smell anyway. Sora quickly went for a plastic container on the table near the back door. As he did so, I rushed over to the sink where the open window was letting a breeze through and I adjusted the uneven curtains that were blowing gently. When I had fixed and aligned them perfectly, I turned back to him… only to the see him shake his head with a sigh. I gave him the 'you-should-know-me-by-now' look.

When I had walked over to him, he opened the plastic container and put it back on the table.

"She got them for us today while we were in school. They're at their ripest so we won't have to worry about them being sour."

I leaned in more to inspect them but I was beginning to grow sceptical. I looked back to him for reassurance.

"Are you sure? I've heard people talk about this kind. It's not really that great."

Sora put a hand on my shoulder and smiled.

"We can't believe them until we try for ourselves. It can't be that bad."

I raised on eyebrow at him.

"Then you won't mind trying it first."

He gave me a smirk.

"Together."

I nodded and giggled then we both reached our hands into the container and each pulled out a tiny red berry. On the count of three, we popped them into our mouths and began to chew. After a couple seconds I heard Sora swallow. I turned and saw him with a defeated look and weak smile on his face.

"I-It's not that bad."

He looked over to me. When I was done and swallowed, I sucked in my face and licked my lower lip, trying to find a better taste.

"I-It's ..uh…bitter. But y-yeah ...not bad."

Seeing my face, he chuckled and went over to the doorframe to call his Mom. AS he did so, I stared blankly at the container.

I knew cranberries were a bit sour, but who knew they'd be this hard on my taste buds. As I continued with my squeamish thoughts, Sora's mom came in and gave us a playful grin.

"Not good?"

We both shook our heads slowly following with simultaneous replies like "No!", "Uhmm...", "Gross!", "Wow…", "Not particularly.", and finally "Ew…" at the same time.

She laughed then went for a shelf and pulled out a cold, sweating carton.

"Well, why don't you try this then? I just picked it up a couple minutes ago so it's still cold."

Then she handed it to Sora (who gave her a questioning look and a tilt of his head) before heading back out the kitchen.

"You might like it," we hear her say before disappearing again.

Sora looked at me then went to reading the carton. His face instantly lit up. I raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

He turned the carton to show me the label still grinning. I gave him a blank look.

"Cranberry juice? How d'you know it'll be any better?"

"Juice makes everything better!"

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Alright then, juice boy. Let's try a glass."

I watched as Sora eagerly went to get to glasses from the cupboard while I went to sit down before the kitchen table. When I had settled, he was already grabbing a seat too then opened the carton's seal and began pouring it full into each glass. I rolled my eyes again.

Oh yeah, he's so got this maturity thing all down.

When he had put the carton aside, he picked up his own glass while I reached for mine. He was still grinning.

"Cheers!"

I chuckled but clinked glasses with him anyway then we both took a large gulp.

That was a mistake.

The moment it washed into the back of my mouth, I coughed and spit it back into the glass, making a disgusted face. I wiped my tongue with the back of my hand, trying to get the taste off. Sora did the same, though his efforts of spitting it back into the glass had missed by an arms' length and went all over his shirt.

"Oh wow…"

I looked at him still gagging too.

"Never will I trust the word juice again."

Sora laughed. I smiled.

"You wanna get out of here now?"

He turned to look at me and smiled back.

"Definitely."

We both got up form our chairs and went to the sink where the juice from the glasses and the carton were both drained. Then washing the glasses and throwing away the garbage, we headed for the front door. I stopped to turn and look at him before we went through.

"Don't you want to change your shirt?"

He blinked and looked down before grinning back at me.

"Nah, I want this to be my remainder."

I chuckled then we continued through he door and walked down the path from his house and onto the peaceful road. Remembering something I turned to look at him.

"Hey, what will we tell your mom when she finds the empty carton? She'll think we like it."

As soon as I said that, Sora stopped midway in his walk and turned to look at me alarmingly. We both dashed back for the kitchen to get the carton and dispose of it somewhere else.

Too bad she asked anyway.

And Sora, being the cute but idiot guy he is, told her we liked it so she ended up getting more.


There you have it :) Stay alert for chapter four! I want to thank those who gave me berry suggestions! Keep 'em coming :) I've never heard of some of them before, so it was fun to find out! And yes, I know how cranberry juice tastes :P Horrible! Well.. at least I think it is. Also, I've considered how the story should work during each chapter: a flashback, followed by a fluff moment, then finalize with a berry on top :) Sound good? Alrite! Oh, and how you would like this story to continue? Should their friendship end at one point or should it stay smooth and sweet all the way? Leave me a review and tell me :) Thanks everyone and I will see you at next update. And remember I'm changing my name!
Personal AN: NaminexSora lover, you know what to do! :)