Author's note! - Hiya, guys! I have returned, and I shall be slower than ever for updating! Aw, but don't be sad. I got My Karate Girlfriend all planned out!...fine, I'm deluding myself. Sigh.
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So...er, leeeet's start!
Roxas Strife had quite a number of problems.
There was his elder brother, Sora, who had a brain the size of a peanut, and was probably gay for Riku. He was also very annoying.
There was Axel. He had to make his life hell for making him lose his first kiss to a girl. Olette, to be more specific. She was nice, pretty cool, even. He just didn't like the fact that she was tougher than him.
There was his swollen eye. From Olette. And point proven, though barely accepted; she was definitely tougher.
There was his dad, who had been recently telling Roxas excessively about his business. But that wasn't very bothering to him; all he needed to know was that he was gonna be rich.
Plain simple, right?
Well, you thought wrong.
The blonde was idly watching the clock, listening to Demyx rattle on incessantly about his brand-new sitar. Axel was combing his neon-red hair, determined to show the other guys that his hair was in fact NOT gravity-defying.
"See, guys, my hair is respecting the ever-so stupid laws of physics." Axel crooned, petting his hair proudly. Just then, his hair decided to adopt a stubborn mind of its own, sticking out in all directions.
Roxas rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right, Axel," as Axel start to pout.
He cast his glance on Olette, who had her nose buried in some textbook (wait, it was geography now? Roxas thought absentmindedly to himself) He shook his head.
How in the world can Olette live like this?
The blonde watched her as her eyes scanned the textbook, those emeralds never leaving the text. Again, Roxas marvelled at how she was able to concentrate, in the midst of a battlefield of crumpled paper balls, spitballs, and anything throwable.
But there was something...different about her today. Usually, her concentration didn't falter at all. Even if someone screamed in her ear, she wouldn't give a damn.
Today, well...
Olette looked up and glanced at the door, before lifting her arm to check her watch. It was the...Roxas mused over his incessant markings to take down the number of times she lifted her head.
"13, 14- ah, yeah, 14." Roxas muttered under his breath, and he lifted his head to observe Olette's actions.
It was...well, interesting to watch her, even if her actions were just plain boring. Her emerald eyes sparkled against the morning sun, and once in a while she would tuck back a few loose strands of her chestnut brown hair back behind her ear (Roxas checked his paper again; she did that 3 times, at most) She didn't talk, though her lips were slightly parted as she leafed through the textbook, studying every little detail of t-
"Olette!" he heard a feminine voice call out, and even in the midst of the bustle of the class, Roxas could hear that singsong voice crystal clear. Simultaneously, Roxas and Olette jerked their heads up. The blonde raised his eyebrows, as this cute blonde (damn, pale white has never looked so good on a girl) meekly strode towards Olette, who put her book down to grin.
"Hey, ah, here's your notes I borrowed. Oh, and I baked some cupcakes too!" she chirped cheerfully, as she gently placed them down on Olette's table.
"Thanks, Namine!" Olette replied, as she took a peek into the plastic bag, laden with Namine's cupcakes. Roxas saw Olette's eyes sparkle wildly, and Namine must have noticed, for she grinned even harder, revealing her cute dimples. Her sapphire eyes (he had to admit her sapphire eyes were better than his...but he'd never admit that in reality) looked on eagerly as Olette ranted on about how great she was.
Namine looked up from the cupcakes, glancing about the room. She caught Roxas staring at the duo eerily, and when he saw her eyes, the blonde darted his head to the other direction, trying to distract himself (and clear that annoying blush) as he yelled for Axel, "Yo, Ax, hand over that paper ball!"
The blonde girl smiled cheekily at Olette, who was looking at him unblinkingly, "So...he's Roxas?"
The brunette jerked towards her friend, laughing nervously, "Y-Yeah. King of the class, no?"
Namine nodded, as the two girls watched Roxas chuck the paper ball at Demyx, who yelped in response. "He's cute. Is he dating anyone?"
"Doubt so. Why?"
"You two look fabulous together!" Namine squealed, as she bent down to meet Olette's nervous expression, "I can see it! You and Roxas! I mean, it's perfect! I can imagine it; Roxas with his arm, his musculine arm, slung around you, your meek, embarassed, but happy expression as you two strode down the hallways..."
Olette growled at her, "Not again. You did that when Hayner w-"
Just then, the teacher bounded into class, glaring at the pupils. Silence ensued, and Namine, with a quick dismissive wave, shuffled out of class.
"Pssssst, Olette!" Roxas hissed, for the fourth time, as he waved frantically at the girl, who was miraculously still well, alive and conscious despite heavy dosages of boring lectures by teachers that droned on and on about whatever they were teaching. It was boring to the extent that Roxas continued his Olette observation unconsciously. She tucked back her hair 5 times, shifted postions 7 times, and scratched her brand-new mosquito bite (The blonde even SAW the mosquito laying its grimy needle-sucking thingy into Olette's bright skin) twice.
Half of the time, he was doing just that. The other half of the time was spent thinking about this girl; Namine.
She was the reason why Roxas hissed out for Olette in class anyway.
Olette was ignoring him; he knew because he noticed her fist tighten, gripping the pen really hard. He even winced at the sight at the tip of Olette's fingers flush a bright red. He slouched back in his seat, shaking his head as he pulled out a random piece of paper (Math, he noted, and he rolled his eyes. Who needs maths anyway? He could ask Olette for Math notes later), scribbled something at the back, before hastily folding it into an aeroplane.
He leaned back in his seat, aiming for the plane to land on Olette's table (but hitting her head would be better. Not to mention more satisfying, Roxas mused thoughtfully, chuckling). "Heads up!" he muttered, a smile forming as he tossed the aeroplane into flight.
The blonde watched his masterpiece glide towards Olette's head, until he saw a glint in her eyes. Without any warning, and with her head still concentrating on her work and the teacher, she delicately yet swiftly swept up the paper aeroplane into her hand, grabbing it right in the middle, her eyes completely focused and unblinking from the textbook and the lecturer.
"Damn," Roxas murmured, and he could've sworn he heard Olette snigger, as she let her eyes travel to the piece of paper. Smirking at Roxas, she flattened his aeroplane into its original A4 paper size, threw it up in the air before slicing it clean in half with a swift karate chop. The two pieces of paper fluttered towards the ground, and Olette dusted her hand triumphantly. She gave Roxas a cold, eerie glare that instantly implied 'Don't you EVER disturb me in class unless you wanna be cut in half!'
"Hoooooly crap," Roxas said in awe, watching Olette turn back to her book. He sighed, scratching his head.
"Studious nerd."
"Dismissed," the teacher announced, and the class burst back from the dead. Olette closed her book wearily, and when she lifted her head she found her eyes right in the depths of sapphire eyes.
Roxas glared at her for a moment, before he picked up the pieces of paper that used to be one whole. "What the hell was THIS for?"
"I don't wanna miss Trig stuff. And besides, we have a test tomorrow on whatever the teacher said today!" She looked at Roxas' confused expression and sighed, "You weren't paying attention, right?"
"Hey, you can't blame me for that..." Roxas retorted weakly, as he dragged the chair in front to sit facing Olette, his front leaning on the back of the chair.
"I knew that," Olette muttered, rolling her eyes. She glanced at Roxas, and then she asked, "So, what was that note about?"
The blonde laughed nervously, and he was about to reply when Namine stumbled into the room again.
"H-Hey, Olette!" Namine greeted, and she raised an eyebrow at Roxas, before grinning, "And hiya, Roxas."
"Hey," Roxas waved, sheepishly scratching his head. He jumped out of his seat and gestured for Namine to sit, before he slipped away to pack his bag.
Olette rolled her eyes, and then she turned to Namine, "So, what's up?"
"Math. I'll be needing help today if I wanna pass tomorrow's test..." Namine admitted, as she watched Olette packing up the contents on her table, "so..."
"Sure, sure, I can help," Olette offered, grinning, "and besides, Tidus and Wakka will be out for dinner at a friend's place, and my mum would be satisfied with some rice or porridge. S-"
"CAN I JOIN-?" Roxas blurted out loudly, his face flushed with excitement, causing Olette to roll her eyes and Namine to giggle, "I mean, ah, if you don't mind..."
"Sure you can!" Namine chimed merrily, elbowing Olette playfully, "and I'm sure Olette wouldn't mind, right?"
"Y-Yeah, I guess..." Olette muttered, giving Namine a bewildered look.
Namine smiled eagerly, ignoring Olette's expression (and she reminded herself to sketch out Olette's face, for the memories), "and your mum is gonna get SO excited to see him! Remember what happened when you invited Hayner ov-!"
"YES, I know that, Nami. She got so excited for the entire period of time she was wheeling about the room, acting all overprotective and such, even though he's the son of my mum's best friend..." The brunette recalled, her cheeks tinted a light pink.
Roxas nearly tripped and fell over air (if that was even possible) Did she just-?
The blonde boy felt this horrifying feeling in his stomach, the type that came about when Olette was smiling instead of punching the air out of his body. The type when Olette was looking at some guy (or scenery, Roxas usually assumed it was a guy instantly and he always blamed THAT stupid observation on his gut instinct) and the type when Olette caught him staring at her, which was only by the corridor filled with lockers.
"Hayner?" the blonde asked curiously, arching an eyebrow.
"Yup, he and Olette w-!" Namine got cut off by Olette again.
"SHUSH, Nami!" the brunette blushed wildly, and she tried to cover her blush by hiding behind her bangs, "don't even say it!"
Namine's eyes sparkled when Roxas expression changed, for a split second, to that of a jealous one. She looked at the two of them happily, "So, Roxas, don't forget tonight's study date!"
"I cannot believe it!" Olette grumbled, as she kicked a stone into a brick wall, causing a small dent on it and causing the stone to crumble into mere dust. Namine sweatdropped, as the brunette smacked her forehead, "Not again..."
"This is the second time you damaged something in the last 30 minutes just by kicking a stone..." the blonde-haired girl noted, as she bent down to trace the contours of the wall, smiling gently at the dent, "and that only happens when you're frustrated at something."
Olette sighed softly. "I just can't believe it..."
"That Roxas is coming over?"
"Yeah, that."
Namine pursed her lips into a thin line, before smiling, "Brings back bad memories, huh?" She took Olette's hand, just like in kindergarten, whenever either one of them were sad. It was a silent sign of comfort, that they would always be there for each other.
Olette smiled back, "Yeah..." She blinked back a reluctant tear, and then they continued walking, "but it'll be fine."
"I'm sure of it." they both said simultaneously, before the two burst out laughing.
"Olette!" a familiar voice called out. Soothing.
The brunette stirred, and she got herself up, "Yeah?"
"Come out. I...have something."
The 13-year-old brunette looked below from her window, and saw a blonde-haired boy, wearing a sleeveless jacket, army pants and a black shirt underneath the jacket. He had a rose stalk in his hand, and when he saw Olette, he waved the rose frantically, a huge grin spread on his face.
She raised an eyebrow, before breaking into a smile.
"Thanks."
The boy nodded. He placed the rose in his mouth as he clambered up the pipe quickly, before leapting into the room. He smiled, as he hugged Olette tightly, "Happy birthday, Olette."
He pulled Olette closer to him, "I-I'm here." He transferred the rose from his mouth to Olette's, before kissing her lightly on the lips. "I promised that I'd be the earliest person, right?"
Olette laughed, as Hayner pulled away, his touch lingering on Olette's waist, "Yeah, you did..." She felt her eyes go damp, and her heart felt crushed, but she couldn't tear herself away from him.
He guided her towards the window, where a spray of stars dotted the pitch black sky, shining on the couple. Olette looked at his bright brown eyes, still as crystal clear, and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Thank you."
Hayner.
Olette woke up, tears already streaming from her eyes. She groggily got up from her couch, when she heard a faint knock on her door. "Oh, right,"
she muttered softly, trying to rub away the tears, "Math."
Roxas strummed his fingers rhythmically on his textbook, trying ever so hard to contain himself. One part of him felt like going home because doing math wasn't really worth his time, another part of him felt like barging in because he was oh-so impatient, and the final part of him felt like waiting forever and ever and ever, because somehow, he knew it was going to be worthwhile.
He saw her place before; it was terribly run-down. Before he met Olette, he would stick his tongue out in disgust whenever he passed by. Never really thought that people could live, or even survive, in such a dire condition...
"C-Coming," a small, frail voice answered, and Roxas lit up, snapping himself back into reality, where the occupant of this house actually LIVED.
The doorknob creaked open, and he saw a pair of swollen, emerald eyes peeking right at him. His heart jumped and did tons of stuff in his body that normal hearts SHOULD'NT be doing in an average body.
"O-Olette!" he started, and the brunette just stood there, her eyes still teary, "H-Hey, what happened...?"
He nudged the door, squeezing through the gap with much discomfort (and that was when he realised that he seriously needed a work-out...) and he started shaking Olette like his whole life depended on this strange action.
"HEY! OLETTE! What HAPPENED?!" he almost screamed, his hands on her shoulders, practically shaking.
Olette shook her head, more tears streaming out.
"Hey, HEY! I-I can get you more groceries! You can get me to change any F-grade you got! I can give you my laptop if you need it! ANYTHING! I can eve-!"
"Then..." Olette whispered softly, before she pulled him close to her, burying her head in his warm black polo shirt, tugging at the shirt to hide her sorrowful face. She let out a few soft sobs, and Roxas felt his heart explode. Like a bomb just exploded.
Her chest was heaving up and down, synchronized with her cries, and the blonde could feel her hot tears drenching his shirt. He embraced her closer to him awkwardly, stroking her hair soothingly as he whispered, "I-I'm here."
"I-I'm here."
Olette jerked away quickly, as her heart got stabbed by that same phrase Hayner said when he hugged her on her birthday. She shoved Roxas away harshly, turning away in hurt. The blonde stumbled back, almost falling.
"W-Wh-? H-Hey, what did I do?!" Roxas retorted angrily, as he regained his balance.
Olette looked at him softly, "I-I'm sorry."
The blonde was suddenly robbed of his voice box, his lungs. His heart exploded again. He wondered why.
"I..."
The brunette shook her head, "No, no, it's not your fault. It's mine, okay? I just..."
Roxas offered a small smile. "Wanna tell me about it?"
Olette was about to answer when Namine knocked on the door gently. She smiled back at Roxas, "Not for now, 'kay? I-I promise."
"No prob. Take your time." Roxas answered, as she let Namine in. The blonde girl looked at Roxas for a moment.
"What's up with your shirt?" she asked, as Olette and Roxas exchanged looks.
"Nothing," Roxas replied, winking at Olette, "absolutely nothing."
I give my thanks to my fever, because it gave me three days of medical leave. And I used them to write this chapter. Oh, and I thank myself, for actually NOT napping/studying to do this chapter.
Thanks to roxette 4eva for reviewing and making me go 'Oh yeah, My Karate Girlfriend...oh.' Yupyup. Heh.
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