Want Me, Need Me.

I was pretty sure Naminé knew I was jealous of Riku now, because at work she made sure I was the centre of her attention. She hung out in my office whenever she had nothing to do, and she'd drag me out to lunch - to have Nutella of course - and if we actually went to a restaurant she would insist on paying everything. In the evening she would come over, and we'd have Nutella again. In the beginning I was sick of it because we always ate Nutella, but now that I realized I loved Naminé more than anything I needed the simple hazelnut spread almost as much as I needed her. Maybe it was a package deal? I never figured it out. Nutella and Naminé just seemed to go well together.

Just like Riku and Naminé.

"So," I briefly glanced over my computer screen to glance at my blonde companion, who was taking yet another Nutella sandwich out of her white lunch bag, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

"Of course," She smiled as she handed me my half of the sandwich, "But I must admit...I'm even more nervous than I was when we had our first date."

I pretended to be extremely interested in my sandwich. "Er, why's that?"

"I don't really know," She admitted with a coy smile, "I guess it's 'cause I feel so self-conscious around him - like, I have a hard time thinking up of what to say to him. What if he thinks I'm stupid, or ignorant?" She shook her head, "I know it sounds like I'm over-thinking everything, but I can't help it. It's just the way I am."

I rustled my hair and took a hesitant bite of my sandwich. "What are you planning to do?"

"We're just going for dinner and a movie - nothing special, since we're doing something different on Saturday." Her eyes lit up at the prospect of yet another amazing outing with Mister Perfect. "Spending the whole day browsing art with him…" She sighed dreamily for a moment before shifting her eyes to her lap. "If I'm nervous for tomorrow I'm probably scared stiff for Saturday."

I ignored the jealous ache that was pulsating in my chest. "I've already told you to just act like yourself, Naminé. I mean, he seems to like you so far-"

"What makes you think that he does?" She asked alarmingly, and I was taken aback by her sudden franticness. It was kind of frightening.

"Well, if he wasn't interested in you he wouldn't have asked you out on more dates...right?" Why was I supporting this? I was supposed to have her, not Riku!

The smaller blonde fiddled with her sandwich. "Maybe they're just pity dates." She mumbled pathetically.

I chuckled. "I'm pretty sure he wouldn't ask you out on three of them - and if the last one was considered a pity date why did he invite you over to his place?"

When Naminé's face turned a bright red I couldn't help but laugh, despite the hurt I was feeling on the inside. "Okay," She muttered, "I get it." She shoved the rest of her sandwich in her mouth.

I smirked triumphantly. "Told you so." I looked back at my computer screen and noticed a new email from Axel:

Stop acting so friendly! She's yours, remember?!

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I typed a quick reply.

How did you know I was acting friendly? And don't you use the glass wall excuse again - it's actually a little hard to hear normal speaking voices!

Axel replied a split second after I sent my message.

Your facial expressions tell all, buddy.

I quickly glanced over Naminé's shoulder; no one was out in the hallway. Axel was creeping me out.

"Roxas?" I returned my attention to my blonde companion, who was getting up from her seat.

"Yes?" I tugged on my tie.

"I hope you know I'm coming over again today." She grinned and approached me slowly; my heart threatened to puncture a hole in my chest. "You're gonna have to butter me up so I have enough confidence for tomorrow night."

Why did butter me up sound so dirty for some reason? I pushed the stupid thought away. "Uh, yeah, sure. Of course you can come." When she bent over to give me a hug I stiffened. "Er-"

"I honestly don't know what I would do without you," She whispered in my ear. She hugged my neck tightly and I forced my arms to move around her waist, "You're the closest friend I've ever had, Roxas." She kissed my cheek, and I fought to keep myself from sighing.

I patted the back of her shoulder awkwardly. "Anytime, Naminé." When she let go of me and straightened up I cleared my throat and tugged on my tie again. "Y-you know I'll always be here for you."

She smiled slightly and pulled on her hair. "I'll be here when the day is finished, okay?" She waved before leaving the room, and I could breathe again.

This was going to be the death of me.

Naminé was going to be the death of me.

The hours passed by like years; it seemed like the day was never going to end. I couldn't stop thinking about their impending date and how well I knew it was going to go. I couldn't get Naminé's laughter out of my head, the laughter I knew she'll be making on Saturday because Riku was so charming, so artistic, so perfect.

Things she would never see me as.

"Roxas," Naminé was suddenly standing on the other side of my desk, "You're staring into space again."

"W-what-" I shook my head and stumbled to my feet, closing my laptop and reaching for my briefcase, "-sorry...it's been a long day-"

"You look exhausted." She approached me and held onto my sleeve. "Are you okay? You've been looking so out of it lately - maybe coming over isn't such a great idea-"

"No, no," I interrupted her and forced on a smile, "Don't worry, I won't fall asleep on you. It's...there's just been a lot of work lately and it's stressing me out." I watched her pack my things for me, and when she handed me my briefcase I thanked her quietly.

"I'll make you something special for dinner, then. Don't worry, there won't be any Nutella in it." She gave me that sweet smile of hers before pulling me out of my office.

"Thanks, Mom." I chuckled as she pushed me into the elevator. I really was tired and stressed out, but it definitely wasn't from work. If anything work was my least concern as of late.

I languidly drove us back to my place; it was surprising how I didn't fall asleep behind the wheel. Naminé forced me to change out of my clothes while she went to work in the kitchen.

"It's supposed to be a surprise, dummy," She rolled her eyes as she shrugged out of her jacket, "Which is why I need you to be distracted for at least an hour."

"Changing clothes doesn't take an hour, Naminé."

"Then find something else to do if you finish early!" She pushed me into my room and closed the door. "Don't come out until I tell you to!"

I sighed and leaned against the door for a minute to recompose myself. I felt bad for making her work hard for me, but even if I tried to fight against it she would win in the end. That's just the way Naminé was - either that or I was so hopelessly in love with her she completely had her way with me.

If she wanted me to kill time I might as well take a shower. I made sure the water was cold so it could wake me up; I jumped a little when the first few drops pelted my back, but I eventually got used to the frigid temperature and shivered underneath the water.

After ten minutes I figured I was awake enough, so I stepped out of the glass cubicle and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and ran my fingers through my damp hair. I glanced into the mirror and raised an eyebrow; I looked kind of funny when my hair wasn't sticking up all over the place.

When I stepped out of the bathroom the door to my room swung open. "Roxas," Naminé walked straight inside without even bothering to knock, "Where's your-EEK!" She immediately raised her hands to her face and began to make strange whiny noises; I think she was muttering 'Oh my God' over and over again.

I raised an eyebrow, confused at first, but when I remembered I wasn't wearing anything but a towel my face turned beet red. "Er, I thought you told me to change my clothes."

"I didn't know you were gonna take a shower!" She squealed behind her hands. "Gah-" She shook her head, "-hurry up and put some pants on!"

"Oh, right." I lumbered into my closet and pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans. When I returned to my room Naminé was still covering her face. "Er, I have clothes on now." Why was I acting so calm? The girl I was in love with just saw me almost completely naked!

She slowly lowered her hands; her face was probably redder than mine. "Oh, and you don't even bother putting on a shirt?" She rolled her eyes, though she was smiling now.

I smirked, though I still felt a little embarrassed. "Why, not satisfied with the merchandise?"

She turned red again, and I laughed. "Anyways, I just...I just wanted to ask if you had anymore potatoes - I couldn't find any in the fridge."

"Oh. Uh, there should be a bag in one of those lower cabinet thingies next to the stove." I awkwardly rubbed the back of my head. "There...there should be more...in there."

She nodded quickly and shuffled out of my room. "Okay. Thanks." She closed the door, and I swallowed nervously.

That was not how I wanted Naminé to notice me.

I wriggled into a white t-shirt and sat on the edge of my bed, sighing and ruffling my drying hair. Well, that was definitely embarrassing.

It was her fault for forcing me into thinking of ways to waste an hour!

I stumbled around my room for a bit, trying to find something to do. I tried reading some books and sifting through my laptop but nothing really interested me. As the time passed I began to smell something invigorating in the kitchen; Naminé really was making something special. Now I felt even more guilty than before.

"Roxas," Her soft voice called, and my ears perked up like an eager dog, "Dinner's ready!"

"Coming." I ruffled the back of my hair and stepped out of my room. The smell was stronger now, and I could feel my mouth watering with every step I took.

When I finally reached the kitchen I gasped at all the work Naminé had done for me. She had managed to make my favourite dish of all time: black peppered steak with an assortment of vegetables and potatoes on the side. A dark green wine bottle sat in the middle, flanked by two crystal clear glasses. The only things missing were the candles, but then I figured out why they were absent: the both of us were pretty clumsy (her more than me), and having two klutzes handle candles wasn't exactly the smartest thing.

I chuckled sheepishly and reached for my hair again. "How romantic." I commented teasingly, and I laughed harder when I spotted the pink tinge spread across my shorter companion's cheeks. "Wine? We have work tomorrow, you know."

Naminé rolled her big blue eyes as she bent over to pour the each of us a glass. "It's not like we're planning to get hammered, and unless you're an awfully cheap drunk one glass isn't gonna set you off." I sat on one end of the table while she sat on the other. "I noticed you haven't been acting like yourself lately…" Her voice lowered and she stared forlornly at her plate, "And for some reason I feel like I'm the reason behind it. I'm sorry, Roxas."

The guilt inside me increased tenfold. "N...nothing's your fault, Naminé," I laughed nervously; I wasn't exactly the best at lying, "Don't feel bad. I already told you I'm just stressed out 'cause of work and all."

"I-I know," She pushed the tips of her index fingers together, "But...I dunno - it just feels like I'm part of the reason why you've been so out of it lately. You look like you haven't been sleeping...and you don't talk as much. It worries me."

Was I making my jealousy that obvious? "You're not the problem, Naminé, so don't worry about it." I gave her a smile as an attempt to further convince her. "Hey, you better eat up before your food gets cold, hm?"

She laughed softly and nodded before picking up her wine glass. "Okay." She raised it a bit above her head and grinned. "To us?"

I chuckled and nodded. "To us." I took a sip before digging into my food.

As usual Naminé's cooking was nothing short of amazing - well, to me everything about her was nothing short of amazing so I guess that wasn't much of a surprise. We talked for a bit while eating - mostly about just random topics we picked from the top of our heads, and after cleaning up we lounged around in the television room like always.

"Y'know what?" She glanced up at me from underneath my chin, blinking curiously. She was so cute when she did that.

"What?"

Her cheeks turned pink again. "You're not as unfit as I thought you were." She mumbled before pressing her cheek against my collarbone.

I laughed. "So you did like the-" When she grabbed the remote and deliberately turned up the volume on the television I rolled my eyes. "-hey!" I tried to snatch the remote from her but she was surprisingly resilient for someone so small.

She stuck her tongue out at me and crawled to the other end of the couch before holding the remote high above her head. "Mine." She beamed childishly.

I narrowed my eyes, and I smirked when she stared back at me with a worried look on her petite face. "No it isn't." I dove towards her, reaching for her sides. She shrieked with laughter as I began to tickle her relentlessly; she tried wriggling away but I firmly shifted my weight so that I was able to pin her down and tickle her at the same time.

It took a good five minutes for us to realize the...er, position we were currently in.

I was right on top of her with my arms resting against the couch on either side of her head. She had one hand cupped around the back of my neck and the other on my chest, just over my stuttering heartbeat. The both of us were red-faced and breathing heavily. The tips of our noses were touching.

"Uh-" I shook out of my daze and sat up, rumpling my hair, "S-sorry-"

"It's okay." She sat up immediately after I did, smoothing out her shirt and pulling nervously on her curl of hair. "Erm…" She reached for the remote, which had tumbled onto the floor during our tickling session, and lowered the volume back to normal.

Today was just full of awkward Roxas/Naminé situations.

I cleared my throat and tousled my hair for the umpteenth time in the past couple of minutes. The awkwardness was enough to suffocate me, and I wracked my brains for something to say but I couldn't come up with anything impressionable, suave or at least amusing.

"Hey, Roxas?" I lifted my head to acknowledge her, "I...I have to go."

Great. I killed the mood. "Uh, yeah...sure. Lemme get my keys." My palms were sweaty, my throat was dry and my heart was pounding as I rose on quivering knees. I could hear Naminé following me silently as we left the apartment, and the elevator ride to the parking garage was eerily quiet.

I started the car and immediately reached for the radio, letting out a small puff of air as I cranked the volume. She didn't seem to mind.

It seemed like years before I finally pulled up in front of her place. She turned towards me slowly, and I gulped. "Thanks," She smiled hesitantly before opening the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

I couldn't find my voice, so I just nodded. She gave me another coy smile before closing the car door softly behind her, and I groaned as she jogged to her front door.

I was an idiot - a complete idiot.

Of course she would've found that awkward - she likes somebody else. I was only her best friend. Stuff like that never happened between best friends.

I couldn't stop thinking about it when I got home. I couldn't even sleep. At work the next day I was a zombie; I didn't even notice Axel, Demyx and Larxene - the trinity from hell - waltzing into my room a little past lunchtime.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" Larxene snickered, and I sighed and pressed my palm to my face.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, whatever it is you gotta perk up for tonight," Axel puffed out his chest, "And we have tomorrow too, which will be even harder."

I shook my head with my palm still stuck to my face. "Axel, I can't do this. I...I can't ruin this for her. I can't-"

"Oh no you don't," I heard my best friend bellow, "I'm not listening to this again. You're doing this with us whether you like it or not. The goddamn girl is yours, Roxas! You had her first!"

A part of myself agreed with him but at the same time I couldn't stop thinking about the way Naminé looked when we realized we were in an uncomfortable position on my couch. She didn't want us to be in that position. She didn't want me that way.

"We're swinging by your place before nine, Roxas. Be ready before then!" Axel clapped my back, and I coughed a little. "Don't worry, everything will go according to plan!" I heard chuckling and the sound of footsteps leaving my office, and then the dull thud of my glass door closing. I sighed through my fingers.

I really had to stop being so indecisive.

A/N: Chapter Inspiration: For You To Notice by Dashboard Confessional.

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