Maybe it's a date…Maybe it's a date…MAYBE it's a date
I seriously said that…didn't I? Maybe he didn't hear me…maybe he did!
I know what you're thinking, "What about your boyfriend Riku, who is not Roxas." Well, Im thinking that too.
I don't think I meant to say it…I think. I just meant to say "NO, its not a date!" or "Maybe it is…not!" Yeah, that's it; my words got jumbled, and rearranged. I'll just pretend I didn't say it, and if he brings it up…I'll…I'll…. I'll play it off, somehow.
I looked around for the sign that usually says "Skate Park, that way", but I couldn't find it. I bit my lip, thinking maybe I passed it…oh there it is.
I—we—ran off in the direction the sign pointed towards. I stole a few glances at Roxas, who was stealing glances at me, then I'd look at the floor, and he'd look at the floor too.
God, it was getting awkward…we acted just like…a…a couple.
Which we just happened to pass.
I had told Roxas we were going to take a break form running, seeing as how we've ran about 2 or 3 miles, or such. He agreed; so we were walking down the pathway, occasionally stop to duck from a flying Frisbee, or laughing at a dog chase a squirrel.
Then we passed the old couple. An old woman was holding hands with her elderly husband.
Her hair was gray and it was tied messily in a bun, while her husband had a golfer's cap covering his aged hair. They wore similar shirts that said: 'Being old is fun', and simply wore matching jeans.
I also noticed they were feeding the birds with breadcrumbs. They both looked up at us, smiling.
"Oh, Wilbur, look aren't they just the cutest things? Remember when we were like that?" She nudged her husband, to get his attention away from the newspaper he was previously reading. He looked up at us, and smiled too.
"Good times, good times, right Gladys?" He flipped a page in his article, and gave a wink to his wife.
"Oh, yes! Remember the time…" her voice trailed off, as I rushed Roxas and me away from the couple.
"Wow, that was very…" I was debating whether to use 'awkward' or 'embarrassing', but he choose instead.
"Weird? Heck, yeah. Cutest things? God, old people these days." He softly chuckled to himself, and I joined in.
"Haha, yeah…I don't get why they though that…" I looked down, thinking the answer might come around, if I stared at the ground hard enough.
Yeah, I got my answer…we were still holding hands. I surprisingly didn't take my hand away, nor did I yell at him; it was my fault we were holding hands anyway.
What am I getting into? I mean, I have a perfectly good boyfriend, and yet I choose to...to cheat...ouch, that hurts.Wait, this isn't cheating, it's just...just...haging out with Roxas. Yeah, we're just hanging out, as friends, and nothing more! Friends haging out, yup! Nothin' else!
For a while, there was a strange silence between us. Then he broke it.
"Hey, that's the place, right?" He stopped walking and pointed ahead; "Sk8-ers Haven" That was the name of the Skate Park.
As we walked in the entrance, we got our hands stamped in a purple color (too young to drink, too old to go in the kiddies bin).
The area was practically all beige, and gray (weirdest match I've seen yet.).
There were some tall buildings placed here and there. Some had the logo of a famous 'skating sponsor', while some were just empty places.
They also had a huge section cut off, just for a display of people showing their talent. With that 'platform', they also had an area where fans, or friends could watch the person, very clearly.Basically, a stadium.
(A/n: think of the bleachers, and a tunnel, built like a stadium in a high school, but without the grass)
There were stores galore, but most of them had skating accessories. Other stores had the 'dress code' (about all black clothing). Also, they had little booths along the outskirts of the "watchers area". Some of the booths were more sponsors, while other were simply beer, and food.
I noticed that I felt uneasy about coming here. The reason: Roxas looked like he belonged here (black vest, no sleeves, khaki pants that were black around the crouch/higher thigh, black, and white finger bands, cool sneaker-ish shoes).
Me: faded jeans, and faded black tee, that had the words "WHAT…EVER…" in white bold letters that looked like it was slime. I felt like I wasn't dressed all that…appropriately.
Roxas noticed my unease, and squeezed my hand. He leaned close to my ear and whispered.
"It's all right. If anybody bothers you, I'll take care of, him or her, personally. So just relax, and have fun." His breath tickled my ear, so I tried to nod without laughing like crazy.
I quickly disregarded the subject, and focused it on a new one.
"Hmm, it looks like they're holding a contest." I walked over to stand where they had information, and sign up sheets.
"Goal: Get as many points possible by doing numerous tricks, within 15 minutes. Impress the judges.
Winner: 1) 1st Receives 350 munny, 2nd place 250 munny, 3rd place 150 munny; up front. 2) Moves on to 2nd preliminary 3) Possibly sponsored 4) A trophy
Places: 1st place, 2nd place, 3rd place, if lucky, 4th place.
Regulations: 15 years of age to 25 years, must be placed in certain category by age. NO stealing tricks. NO backing out!
For more information ask the attendant nearest you or call 1-800-skate-challenges…sounds good enough for me, Im in." Roxas read out loud, and signed his name on the clipboard, under 16 years of age.
"You sure you want to? I mean…" I started to ask, but changed my mind.
"Yeah…besides, I want you to see my mad skills!" He flashed me a "sinister" grin, and placed the clipboard back on the table.
"Mad Skills? Yeah…right!" I laughed at his choice of words.
He can't be that good.
"Hey…uh," a man called behind us as we began to walk into the 'watchers area'.
"Roxas Mirusheda?" the man asked. He was standing up now, one hand holding the clipboard, other placed firmly on the table. He was blonde, a band around his head, and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth.
"Yeah?" Roxas asked, letting go of my hand, to fold both his arms across his chest.
"We…uh…heard 'bout yer skatin'. So yer bein' placed in the Elite Division for yer age, got that?" He asked, oh...his nametag now showed…Cid. Okay, Cid asked after giving Roxas his information.
"Yeah, anything else?" Roxas asked, acting just as smug as Cid. It was getting a bit funny.
"Look kid, watch the attitude. Im just tryin' to help ya out here, anyways, your challenge wont start 'till a while, so I suggest you go get yer seats, now." Cid sighed, and sat back down.
"Whatever. Let's go." He grabbed my hand again, and we walked over to the stadium.
When we finally found a seat, I began to ask questions.
"Soooo, I know you skate, but how well?" I asked, and nudged his shoulder with mine.
"Hmmm, who to explain this…well, I've been in previous contests, and stuff. So I guess from one-contest-to-another, that guy found out." He said, nudging me.
"Roxas, that didn't really answer my question." I ruffled his hair, just trying to annoy him.
"Hey! No-touchy-the-hair!" He shook his head, and inched away from my hands.
But it dawned on me that Roxas was smiling at my gesture. What? Does he like me playing with his hair? I didn't say it aloud, afraid of the response.
" Oh God. Who knew you are touchy about your hair?"
"Im not touchy…I just don't appreciate people messing with its awesome-ness." I folded my arms.
"Awesome-ness? Roxas, you are full of it. I admit your hair is different but it's not awesome. It's not even remotely cool. Get over yourself." I stated, and anticipating his reaction.
"Okay, that's it! You mess with my hair, and then you diss it! How dare you! In fact…" He grew another sinister grin, and cracked his knuckles.
"Oh. My. God...You're going to beat me up? And in front of all these people?" I faked gasped, and placed a hand to my chest.
"Who said anything about beating you up?" His hands reached my sides, and he began to tickle.
"AH! No! Haaaha! Roxas c-cut it…Hahaa…out! S-stop! Hahahaaa…I…haha...s-swear, Im going to k-kill…haha…you!" I tried holding my gut but the laughter stopped me. I couldn't even swat his hands away.
"Take. It. Back! Say you didn't mean it!" He continued to tickle me, and I could feel tears bridge my eyes.
"W-why did…haha…you…haha…t-take it so seriously?" I moved backwards, but he only pulled me back.
"Take. It. Back!" he said.
"O-okay! Just stop! I take it back!" He pulled his fingers away. I started breathing hard, and felt my face heat up. My stomach/ribs were beginning to ache.
"Thank you. Good thing you learned your lesson!" He smirked, leaned back while he placed his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
"Learned my lesson? And exactly who do you think you are?" I asked, quickly wiping away tears, and giving him a playful stare.
"I think Im the guy who puts you in your place, got that?" He said returning the look I was giving him, but adding an emphasis to it with his, blue-er--as in deeper--eyes. His stare almost made me think he was serious, and then I saw his lips curve into that grin.
"Yeah, you wish. Now get, you're about to go up soon." I said while closing my eyes, and sighing.
"Namine, can you do me a favor?" He asked, before getting up to go.
"I wanted you to draw me, okay? I honestly don't care about what Im actually doing, 's long as Im skating. Thanks." He quickly got up and ran over to section where the contestants were to qualify themselves as present.
"Hmph, I didn't even get a say in it!" I grumbled while taking out my sketchpad and pencils.
It's okay though, I was going to draw you anyway, Roxas. Just don't trip, or scar yourself… I might die…of laughter.
He can't be that good.
Contest begins!
"All right, everybody, are you ready to see some awesome skaters?" An announcer asked. He had a trucker hat, but flipped backwards. Black sunglasses, and a gold chain hanging from his neck. Black polo shirt, and dark jeans that sagged.
Ew. Double EW.
The crowd yelled in response "YEAH!"
"All right lemme hear some noise from this side!" he pointed to the left.
"Woo, woo, woo!" they yelled. Standing high in their seats, and waving their fists in circular motions.
"This side, wit' all the ladies!" He pointed to my side…shoot. By the way, my side was in the middle, right in the front of the contest platform.
"WOO! WOOO! WOOOO!" my side yelled. I decided to just stand up, and clap. Im not much of a 'cheering' person.
"And last but not least, my peoples to right!"
"Woooo! Woooo! WOOOO!" they roared.
"Okay, okay. Now that everyone is fired up, let's bring out the contestants!" he spoke into the microphone.
"First we have…Kishu Watashi!" Kishu, Shishu's brother.
I looked to my left, and saw Kishu walking out of the tunnel; scanning the platform he was perform on. I never noticed it but the hallway the contestants were to enter (in order to get to the platform) was right next to me…oh well.
His hair was a light brown, which was held in the (longest) ponytail, and had a messy-bowl-cut type of bangs. His eyes were brown like Shishu's, but they were a darker color, and they almost look black. He's cute, but not my type (if I even have one), or mine.
He used to date Marine, but they broke up because she started flirting with other guys, and stuff. I expected him to leave her though. She's really not all that faithful.
(A/n: Im gonna skip all the tricks, and just write his results.)
"Kishu Watashi gets a…7! From judge #1, a…8 from judge #2, and…a 10!from judge #3." The announcer spoke. "Time to move onto the next contestant…Satoshi Egido!"
A boy a little taller than Roxas walked out the tunnel. His hair was a light blue, like…baby blue. Then again, we have people like Riku…and Wakka. His eyes were a blue that matched his hair. He was wearing a simple shirt that had a smile-y putting up the loser sign. And brown cargo pants.
"Satoshi Egido received a…5,ouch, from judge #1, a…5, again ouch, from judge #2, and a…6 from judge #3. All right now…Neico Hyena!"
I suppose I should describe him too…Neico had piercing red eyes, and bright flaxen hair (it swayed to right, slightly. It covered most of eyes though). His shirt had slash marks across his chest, and it…flattered his chest, which was well built. He wore jeans that had chains in the most random places. His attitude though, was total "bad-boy", exception that on the bottom of his skateboard had "it" written in red paint.
" Neico Hyena got a…8! From judge #1,a 10! From judge from #2, and a…9! From judge #3! Damn good scores there! Okay, new skater…" His voice trailed off, because I wasn't paying attention.
"Hey, what's your name? Cuz' obviously you know mine." A strange but soothing voice asked. I turned my head to the left…Neico? He got over here quick…
"Hmm? Oh, my name is Namine." I smiled a little bit, just to be friendly.
"Namine?Nice name. Hey, can you tell me something?" He asked, resting his head in his arms, which were placed on top of the railing that separated us.
"Y-yes?" I tucked some stray hair behind my ear.
"What do you, really, think of my moves out there?" He slightly moved his head, which was turned towards the platform.
"Mmm, well I think you deserved your scores. But when it came down to mid-air tricks, you needed some more momentum. And…hmm, lemme think," I put my finger to my lip and tried to replay some of his 'faults'.
He started chuckling. I raised my eyebrow.
"What? Is there something on my face?" I asked, worried that something was on my face.
"No, no, no. I didn't think you'd take the question that seriously. But thanks for the advice, maybe I'll see you around at the 2nd preliminaries." He winked, waved, and left.
Boys, I tell ya! They are so full-of-it! I was thinking this when I heard a familiar name being spoke aloud.
"Roxas Mirusheda! If you guys don't know, this guy has some serious skills! Show 'em whatcha got BH Kid!"
Roxas, or should I say BH Kid, nodded and started his tricks. I started sketching a while ago, but I really wanted to catch Roxas doing something "breathtaking". So I intently watched his moves.
He can't be that good.
It been a good…5 minutes but Roxas hadn't done anything extremely cool. Earlier, he did this one move where he did a handstand in the air, and landed perfectly. I quickly sketched that but I was still waiting for the big trick.
If you forgot, he only has 15 minutes.
Right now, he was getting momentum. He reached a rail, and grinded on with the front part of his board. He hopped off, and headed towards a half-pipe, I think that's what it's called. He reached the edge of the half pipe, lifted himself up, and pushed…off…of the half pipe. He was now in the air, and flipping around. Finally, he landed, and swerved off the small building.
He was spinning on the edge of board, quite rapidly. Then he stopped and headed towards this narrow, but huge building. I looked like an "L" but it curved at the bottom. He went straight to the top, and pushed down, he kept going down, until he reached the curve…he came to the end of it…but he disappeared.
What was that? Was that…a…portal? Roxas…you cheated!
He reappeared somewhere near the judges (by the way, this only took seconds, like 2 seconds), and was twirling in mid air. He landed on a different rail, grinded down, and for his last move…he…added all of tricks into one move. He must love being in mid-air…he pushed the skateboard down, flipped backwards, landed on it again, and smiled.
"Whoa…dude, who'd you get all the way over here? You better explain that, my friend." He passed the microphone to Roxas.
"I just moved to swift for ya'. " Roxas threw the microphone to the announcer and who barely caught it.
" Alright, alright, don't get cocky. Let's hear your scores…a 10 from judge #1, lucky…a…9 from judge #2…and a 9 from judge #3. All right…next up…is Tehran Virequesta!"
He can't be that good.
I wasn't going to look at this person. I was sketching Roxas, right before he disappeared. A few dark strands swirling near his body. His hair was stuck to his face, as if someone super-glue-ed his bangs to his forehead.
"So did ya watch me and my mad skills?" Roxas asked, quickly sitting next to me.
"Roxas, 1) are you even supposed to be here? 2) Mad skills? You cheated!" I was going to say some more things but Roxas covered my mouth.
"SSSSH! Are you crazy? Someone might've heard that! All right I admit it, but that technically wasn't cheating." He sighed, and uncovered my mouth.
"Just…don't do it again, okay? I…I just don't like being reminded—"
I closed my sketchbook and looked at the floor.
"Reminded? What do you mean? The portal? I though the only time you've seen one was when…" I shook my head.
"I've seen other people who wear those black coats like yours. I believe twice."
"Tell me about them." His face looked very serious now.
"Well…the first time, I had to fight them but they didn't have a weapon. And I didn't catch their names," He nodded. "The second time I had to fight Larxene. Yeah, she threw some—"
"Kunais."
"Yeah…but I had this weird…I dunno, flash back? But I never met her before."
"...Flashback? Explain it."
"Well, she gave me a cloak, like yours, but white. And then I gave her a picture, of her."
"…So…you fought Larxene. And you're sure it was her?"
"Yeah. I called her Larxene and she, in a way, confirmed it. But when we fought, she didn't try to hit anything vital."
"Did she say anything before or after the fight?"
"Umm, she said something about trying to take me back, but I didn't listen."
"…Namine, if anything else like that happens, tell me." He got up and entered the hallway; fists clenched.
For some reason, I felt like it was a bad thing to tell him this. But I think it needed to be said.
He can't be that good.
A/N: Readers(that means the ppl who dont review)...Reviewers, head my apology! IM really soRry for taking this long! I didn't mean for it to be this long of an absence! I didn't even mean to have an absence!Now that, that's over, here's the...uh...what? Repeat that?
Namine:UGH! I'll say it!(steals kunoichi's microphone) Okay, Roxas and I have come to an agreement!
reporter: what type of agreement?
Roxas: Well, we've decided to stop arguing...forever...
reporter2: why?
Namine: We feel no need to try to hurt each other.Besides, i only wanted to kill Roxie--
Roxie:STOP THAT!
Namine: anywayI only tied to kill him because he wrote a "M" rated story about us...but i realized he only did it out of love...FOR ME! YA HEAR THAT FANGIRLS? ROXAS LOVES ME, NOT YOU OR ANY OF YOUR O.C.'S , HE LOVES ME!
Roxy: Namine, calm down. And would you please STOP THAT! FOR THE HUNDRETH-GOD DAMN-TIME!
me/reporter(1&2): you guys have serious anger issues.
me: JINX, you owe me a soda! HA! all right, end of the scene. get to reviewin' ppl!