Author's Notes!

When 2010 comes, I will not be updating anymore until late November to fully throw myself into studies. Then I'll come back and write like hell. Or, maybe I'll just get a part-time job and touch FF once in a while.

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They were the best of friends.

They met at kindergarten; Olette could still recall the first day of school.

She was a shy, blushing young girl who meekly shuffled past the hordes of children, to huddle in a small, empty corner of the classroom - her own little world where no one could disturb her, or make fun of how "her dad never came to give Olette a kiss bye-bye for school". Not that people actually noticed her; aside from Namine, she had no other friends.

He was this overly hyperactive kid who jumped, pranced, got dirty, screamed and hurled tantrums. He was the notorious little boy who was known by his friends as "the coolest person EVER".

She was smart; she always had a star on every worksheet and a praise written personally by her teachers.

He was the one who told the teacher that his dog ate his homework, that he accidentally vomitted on it, that it got sucked into the vacuum cleaner, that an alien abducted all his worksheets. Sometimes, he didn't really bother giving an excuse.

The teachers adored her.

The teachers detested him.

Two entirely different entities.

They were still, nevertheless, the best of friends.

Olette tapped the edge of the pencil absentmindedly, as she watched the rain pelt down on her window. There was a storm out there, and Roxas and Namine weren't keen on getting soaked.

Besides, they were doing some form of...math tuition.

Namine provided most of the help required; Olette didn't need to tutor Roxas at all.

"Besides," Namine pointed out bluntly, as she gave Roxas a huge, sarcastic grin, "I think I'M the only one who can stand his questions."

"Hey, can you explain that whole thing again? I don't get it," Roxas interjected, completely nonchalant about the sarcastic remark.

"Roxas, I've explained it three times in a row," Olette lamented, as she closed her book firmly. The boy raised an eyebrow, and the brunette let out a soft sigh, "I'm done studying."

"Nerd."

"Weak."

"I didn't ask for your help, did I?" Roxas retorted, shooting her a glare.

Olette smiled teasingly. "Aw, poor Roxy..."

Hayner detested the rain. It was mean and horrid, because it meant that Hayner had to be cooped up in the classroom with his friends.

He looked around for something interesting to do. His friends were playing something he didn't like. He didn't want to do his homework during play time. So there was essentially nothing to do.

Then, he spotted his quiet classmate, a certain brunette, eating a cookie and drinking some water from her mug. Her friend beside her was busy drawing something.

What was her name again?

"Olette?" Hayner approached the toddler, who was slurping on her little mug. The girl looked up from her work, blatantly caught off guard by this sudden intrusion of space.

"Y-Yeah, that me." Olette blurted out, in her shaky English.

"Why do you like to do nothing?" Hayner asked, out of curiosity, his bright eyes staring at Olette.

"N-Nothing?"

"Yaya. Why?"

Olette pondered over this for a moment, before she shrugged casually, her body instinctively leaning away from the sandy-haired boy. "I dunno. Maybe because no one wants to play."

"Oh," young Hayner uttered, and then his eyes sparkled in excitement, "hey, wanna play with me? You can be the princess, and I'll save ya!"

Olette beamed in joy, but then she shrunk back in her seat. "Whadda 'bout your fwends?"

"Nah, they are doing stupid stuff. I want YOU to play with ME!" Hayner yelled eagerly, and he took Olette's small, frail hands in his strong, larger hands, pulling her out of her seat.

"Okay, Princess Ollie gets saaaaaved by the Prince Hayner!"

Ollie...?

Hayner noticed the confused expression on her face, and he grinned, "I like that name!"

Olette blinked, and then she looked into her new best friend's pretty shiny eyes. It was something she could trust, could confide in. It was so unlike Dad's.

"Hehe, me too!"

Roxas leaned over the table to wave his hand frantically in Olette's face, "Oletteeeeee?" He blinked for a moment, hoping to elicit a response, before he decided to slam his math book down on the table, causing Olette to snap back from her day-dreaming.

"...Thank you, so very much, you idiot," Olette spat sarcastically, as she slumped into her seat.

Maybe, she still had that iota of feelings for Hayner.

Just maybe.

"Oh, gosh, Math test was a bummer," Roxas yelled out (though Olette could see that he was talking to Axel, who was practically breathing on his neck)

She noticed his glance fixated on her, and she rolled her eyes at him. The blonde simply grinned and gave a thumbs-up.

Math test wasn't hard, if you even listened to Namine, her scowling face chided him.

His grinning face gave a reply, Well, maybe I WAS listening, but I got distracted by your shiny eyes.

Olette rolled her eyes again, a smile forming on her lips. Whatever.

"C'mon, Ollie," Hayner pestered her, "Let's just forget about this and go play!"

Olette whacked him on the arm playfully, causing him to yelp exaggeratedly. "This test is important, Hayner. We ne- I mean YOU need to pass this test if you don't want to go to summer school or something..."

She continued flipping her book, studying hard. Hayner let out a loud sigh.

"I don't like this..." Hayner lamented.

"Well, if you listened to the teacher yesterday, you wouldn't need to put up with this, because what she went through yesterday was all you needed to know," Olette chided.

"I got...distracted yesterday," the dirty blonde retorted.

"By what?"

"The window. There was something...shiny," he joked, in what really sounded like a genuine confession.

"Oh, Hayner..."

She heard the bell soon enough, and she picked up her books and walked out listlessly. She felt dazed, a twinge of sadness.

"How is he now?" she whispered, looking at her shoes wistfully. She missed those times, she missed those wonderful, magical days where she could just be herself.

She felt a tear drop roll down her cheek. Sniffing, she boldly rubbed her eyes, her brown bangs swaying gracefully with her movement. Then, she looked up, her expression hardening as she strode out of the hallways.

Olette didn't notice a certain blue-eyed blonde boy watching her behind, looking at the spot where she had carelessly flicked her tear drop. It was gone, but he knew it was there.

But why?