(Thursday)

"What is that supposed to be?" He asks while pointing a gloved finger at my sketchbook.

"A heartless." I answer boldly. He knew how much I hated it when he began to disturb me when Im drawing.

"…What does this have to do with ----?"

"Nothing." I try to sound monotone but it's light instead. I sound like I want to talk to him all day. Excruciatingly true.

"Then why are you drawing it? I thought it was specifically for helping in—" I snap.

"Do you always do everything you're told, Roxas?" I add emphasis to 'everything' after finally looking up.

I used to hate looking into his eyes. I used to hate peering into them and seeing the cold stones built behind them. I used to hate being reminded that I was a nothing.

But now I see the stars that twinkle when he isn't feeling numb, when he is pretending to be jovial. Those stars are contagious.

He smirks, and I blush and turn back to my sketches. I add a person in black, with a sagging gold belt, a staff, and platinum blonde hair. A particular female.

"The question is, do you?" He counters.

"Isn't that quite obvious?" I remark. I swear I could hear him turn his smirk into a smile.

"Guess so."

I don't shudder or jolt awake like my recent dreams cause me to. No, I smiled into being awake. I rose, and yawned. Maybe today would be all right.

Wrong.

(Library…a few minutes after school)

I sighed and rested my cheek in my palm. I tapped the pencil upon the paper before me, and sighed again.

Sighing got me nowhere.

"Jeez, Naminé! Get to work!" I chastised myself, and smacked my forehead a little with my hand.

I had a test to take online[not a short one either, a report on some old guy, and a collage for an Art project. Not to mention that they were due tomorrow, it all was a very large portion of my grades, and all I could do was sigh.

"Nami! Namiiiii!" I knew that high-chirped voice. Those wails, and whines to the core. Selphie.

"Not now, I have tons of work to do and—"

"NO AND! You NEED to get yourself outside, and see the fight! It is over you, ya know!" The brunette had shaken the library, and the librarian was making her way towards us. I made an apologetic face, and gathered my things. We made it out before she could scold.

"Okay, rewind. What?" I asked. Confusion was the dominant feeling right then.

"Remember how at Lunch, Roxas and you were in your own little world, or whatever?" She didn't let me respond. " Well, I heard from Kairi, who heard from Sora, who was talking to Riku, who said that he didn't like how close you guys were. So when he saw Roxas standing against the wall, Riku confronted him. And Roxas got all offensive, and they're yelling their guts out—over you! Can you believe it? You're soooo lucky! Tidus doesn't even notice all the guys giving me look-overs!"

"Where are they?" I inquired with a rushed tone. I wanted to end this, and now. Sure, I was flattered, but…I didn't want something like this to happen. This is why I felt so cautious of Roxas around Riku, I was afraid a fight might just evolve, and every secret-thing that happened between Roxas and I would come spilling out.

I couldn't allow that. Who knows how badly this would scar Riku? But then again…he and Marine seemed really "chummy" the other day…

"Parking lot B, smack-dab in the middle. You know—" Before she could utter another word, I was dashing out of the premises, on course to the lot.

(Parking Area)

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" I heard shrills of other students, and saw arms flying upwards to pump up the two in the middle. I shove my way through the throng with much force. By the time I reached the center, Riku and Roxas were circling one another, and their fists balled, eyes set to a permanent glare. Their mouths moved, but I couldn't hear the words.

"Naminé! You've got to stop them! Someone could get really hurt!" Kairi grabbed my arm, and I nodded after her sentence. She didn't know how true she was.

The middle was rather large, enough for a serious mash-pit. I jogged in between the teen boys, and stretched my arms out till my palms pressed onto their chests.

Riku's heart was thumping with adrenaline.

Roxas had no pulse.

"STOP!" I yelled, and flicked my head in both their directions. They barely noticed me.

"Naminé, move." My boyfriend's voice was steely, and menacing. The audience murmured: 'Ooo's', and 'Ahh's' or 'Why'd she stop the fight?'

I ought to kick all their sorry asses…but I had to kick these 2 morons' first.

"NO! What the HELL has gotten into you two?! I leave you guys alone for a few friggin' minutes to catch up on some homework, and you decide to fight? FIGHT! Are you serious?" Neither answered. It fueled my rage.

"Hey! Im talking to you two!" I stepped forward, and faced them. Their bodies turned to me, but theirs glares continued to mirror.

There were more hums, and complaints but I hardly cared. What I wanted was for everyone to go home, so I could deal with them alone. Because that way, no one is pumping them to knock the snot out of each other.

I sighed. My arms unfolded, and I faced the audience.

"GO THE FUCK AWAY!" I roared. Some people jumped, and darted off. Other remained with smug faces. But the crowd parted directly in front of me.
"Why should we? This is school property. We go where we want." An ugly voice countered.

"Marine. Just the bitch I want to kill." I growled. Her eye-lid twitched but that was the only action I got out of her.

Surprised? Me too.

"Ha! Like your petty threats scare me now! Why don't you just go, and let me finish this off?"

"Sorry, Marine, but that would be my job. So, why don't you just go, and I don't know? Fuck yourself?" My retort received a roar from the spectators.

"No, I've got people for that." Wow, I've heard better comebacks, but the crowd Ooo-ed on with her. She had a wicked smile.

"Oh, so you admit to being a slut? At least it's been verified now!" I scoffed. More laughing, and taunting.

"Wouldn't you know all about that, Naminé? I mean this fight is about you…"

"What are you implying?"

She laughed. " That you're the slut. Look behind you, these boys wouldn't be fighting if you didn't two-time…slut." Her chesire-grin inflamed me to lunge at her. But somehow, I knew that's what she wanted.

I stepped forward, her smile faltered. She glanced behind me. I looked over my shoulder.

Riku. His aqua eyes were trained on Marine.

I looked at her back. Something in my head suggested: Maybe Marine's the one who's been messing around, and with Riku. I shook my head. Riku doesn't want skanks like her. No…he has…me.

Right?

I lost my urge to brawl. As something else within me died.

I took a step back. I whispered: "Just go, Marine. I don't want to fight right now." She cocked her head to one side.

"Then let them fight." The audience agreed, hooting, and placing bets once again.

I shook my head with finality. This was over, whether they wanted it to be or not.

"Naminé, let's just go." Riku placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked to him with disappointed eyes, he took to the ground. I sighed again. We began to walk away, as they left with equal dissatisfaction.

When Riku's arm slithered over my shoulders, I looked out of the corner of my eye, and over my shoulder.

I barely had the time to see Marine laugh with some friends of hers, triumphant.

Roxas was long gone.

(On the way home)

The stillness in Riku's car was unbearable but I refused to make conversation. I wanted him to know how frustrated I was. I wanted him to fully understand that I was beyond pissed with him.

"Why aren't you happy?" He asked after a while.

"Why should I be?" I felt like screaming "IDIOT!" with that, but the sensation left as soon as it came.

"Well…most girls…like it when guys fight over her…" Was he really that stupid?

"…Riku…God! Don't you understand?"
"No. I don't. That's why Im asking. Why'd you stop us?"

"Because knowing both of you, you guys wouldn't have stopped till one of you were just a pile of dirt!" After another silence I spoke again.

"Look, I just think it's really stupid of guys to fight like that. I mean, sure a guy would love to have see a catfight over him, who wouldn't? But…I don't like knowing that you're willing to harbor enough anger to strike out your friends just over a girl."

"But you're not 'just a girl', Naminé. You're…the girl. As in, the girl I love." For once, his bright eyes glanced to me instead of the road.

I thought I was feeling guilty…but it felt more like pity. I felt sorry that I didn't, couldn't, and wouldn't return those feelings for him. He deserved a girl that could. Or he could wait until he was old enough to really express that.

And I told him that. He looked like he was on the brink of tears.

"Why not?" He bit his lip I thought he would draw blood, but I was doing the same so I wouldn't scold.

"Because Riku…--"

"Because what?!" He snapped. He punched at the radio, and it died. He foot eased forward, and the speed-o-meter increased.

"If you would let me finish…I just don't understand love, Riku." I tried to be as honest as possible, I did. But that wasn't enough.

"What type of answer is that?" His eyebrow rose, as did the speed again.

"Riku, calm down, just release the speed a bit." The green digital numbers remained the same.

"Seriously, 'don't understand love'? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He huffed in a non-girly way. I could barely see his orbs behind the silver curtain of bangs, and narrowed eyelids.

"What Im trying to say is that I don't think Im ready to fully…experience…this. I don't think you are either. I think you're rushing into things, and—"
"You didn't say this before." I shut-up, and blinked. I lowered my head.

"Yes, but…I've always felt this way…since you first said it. But you never looked hurt, so I thought I should've left it alone."

Even though he turned away from me, to look out the window, I saw the clear ribbon run down his high cheeks. I opened my mouth to apologize, but nothing came out. We were silent again until he pulled up in front of my house. He hadn't looked my way the whole time.

We sat in his sleek automobile for a while. The stars were just beginning to shine, and the moon was well on its way.

"Im sorry." I busted out. He still didn't glance at my pathetic self.

"Whatever. Im sure that's not even the truth anyway."

"It is…"

"Right, so you're going to tell me it has nothing to do with Roxas?" He questioned. I choked on my own reply. It caught in my throat, as flashes of intimate moments between Roxas and I ran into my already aching head.

"…Yes…" I lied with a meek voice.

"Bull." His voice was quiet, but overpowering. I almost flinched form it's harshness.

Another wave of no words washed over us, and I was becoming tired of them. So I said one last thing before I burst into tears from every hurting part of me.

"I never wanted you to get hurt!" I partially yelled, and mumbled. I threw the damned door open, slammed it closed, and to my porch.

The door was open, as were Kairi's arms while I cried into them with her soft coaxing murmurs.

His car drove off right away, and I cried even harder.

(Friday)

Our break up was official when Riku spent Lunch sitting at Marine's table. That small gesture let the whole friggin' world know that we were no longer the 'It' couple.

I received some pats on the back, and apologies, and how I was much better off without him, and some guys offered to take his place. But I politely rejected, and they said they'd wait.

I stabbed my…"food". It all looked gray. Gray food, gray world, gray…everything. All of it. Everything was an attachment to the inevitable, and overwhelming gray.

Yes, I'll admit it. I regret ever breaking up, ever kissing Roxas, ever making a terrible decision to crush Riku's heart.

Yet, that was all I felt besides that the grayness was choking me of all joy.

"Naminé, eat something." Olette pushed a cup of jell-o my way. HA! It was gray too!

I shook my head, and shoved my tray away. The others exchanged glances, they whispered, and Kairi shook her head.

"Not yet, its' too soon."

"But it's better now. If she gets over it, and then we tell her…"

"Tell me what?" I cringed. My voice as scratchy from crying all night, and my eyes felt as if they would puff right out of the sockets.

They looked to one another again.

"Ahem?"

"I'll do it." Roxas spoke.

"Do what?" I stared at all of their faces: Kairi, Sora, Hayner, Olette, Pence, Selphie, Tidus, and finally…Roxas.

"Well…" Everyone took a breath. " Riku was seeing Marine, while he was dating you, Naminé."

A/n: I've been planning this break-up for EVER! Finally it's up, though...but with it i have some seriously bad news.

I decided that im not dedicated to this story, really! I mean, it's been like 3 weeks since the last update, and i've been working on some other stories during MPL. So i was thinkning, if i delete this story i can upload the other one that Im actaully TRYING to work on. But in the end, i will probably end up deleting this one before i add the next chapter so...expect not seeing this on your alert list soon.

Sorry for the inconviences, and have a nice...night or day or when you read this...

C YA L8TER!--randomness:they're gone--