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This chapter may not come off as crazy as the last, but I hope that you all still enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I still don't own the Kingdom Hearts characters or the Final Fantasy characters . . . but I'm working on it. ;D

Somewhat Major Edit as of August 30, 2011

N 0 N 3 X 1 $ + E N +: Her Best Day Ever. . . Part One

Sora Hikari is now talking to Roxas Hikari and Kairi Soto again.
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Roxas Hikari: You had to put this on *Facebook*? Sora, we made up like three weeks ago. I think you're sort of late.
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Sora Hikari: Hmph. You should just be thankful that I'm forgiving you!

Olette Hart: Sora, you already *forgave* them. Past-Tense, sweetie.
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Kairi Soto thinks that if Sora Hikari says that he's speaking to her again, then he should actually *do it*.
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Tidus !#$: Nike. . . Just do it!

Hayner Arden: Say what now?

Tidus !#$: It's the Nike slogan thing! "Just do it!"

Riku Takama: You could totally take that phrase and make it into something perverted.
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Axel ohmygawdimonfire: Why, I'm so glad you asked. ;)

Hayner Arden: Axel! Not on the public internet! For all we know, *children* may be reading this.

Axel ohmygawdimonfire: They would've heard of it sooner or later. Our current teenage generations are learning about sexually "inappropriate" things at younger ages each and every generation. In fact, I bought my first condom when I was in seventh grade. I'm pretty sure that good ol' Roxie bought his first one when he was at the wee age of seven. Ain't I right now, Roxas?
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Kairi Soto: *dramatic sigh* Roxas, don't respond to that. Axel, don't take my sad revelation-like status and turn it into an excuse to make conversations about sexual jokes. Take it over to *your* Facebook status.
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Axel ohmygawdimonfire is taking Kairi Soto's advice, and is taking his "conversation about sexual jokes" to his Facebook status.
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Roxas Hikari: AXEL. YOU. LIAR. Why the hell did you need to use ME as an example for your explanation about sexual things? I did NOT buy a condom at the age of seven.

Axel ohmygawdimonfire: Oh, sorry, Rox. I guess I had my facts wrong. . . You USED your first condom at the age of seven!
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Roxas Hikari: I hate you. I hate you so much. And everyone, he's lying.

Sora Hikari: I dunno, Roxas. Axel might have a point. I remember hearing strange *sexual* sounding noises coming from your room at night when we were younger.
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Roxas Hikari: LIJAJW;TOIEVHJ;LKRJALERJAF;LWEKJRBA;LEVJA;KJRV. *stuffs head in toilet bowl*

Axel ohmygawdimonfire: I'd like all of you bystanders to note that he never denied it.
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Naminé Soto is going to Roxas Hikari's house today with Olette Hart and Hope Estheim in a bit. Hate working on projects, but at least I'm with my friends. :)
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Olette Hart: We need to work our butts off! I can't believe that Mr. Turk is only giving us one weekend to work on this stupid project!

Hope Estheim: It's not that difficult though. And I'm sure that between the four of us, we'll get it done in no time.

Naminé Soto: Yay! :D Maybe we can hit the Moogle Mall afterwards to hang out with the rest of the gang. That would be fun!
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"Roxas. You're a liar."

The scowl was still on my face as I tapped the Home button on my cell phone, and set it down on the table. "And why's that?"

"Your head is currently not stuffed into a toilet bowl."

I felt the sudden urge to hit my brother for his stupidity, but I merely groaned. I forced myself to turn my attention to the now soggy cereal that sat in front of me, half-heartedly picking up my spoon to scoop some of it up.

"Oh, I have a lot of notifications."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, of course. I'm guessing that you didn't see Kairi's Facebook status yet, then?" Instantly, Sora's eyes widened, and his face paled slightly. "Yup, I'm right. Well, one of the notifications is probably about her status. She tagged you in it."

Sora frowned before tapping the home button on his phone and setting the device down. He picked up his spoon, and like me, also recommenced eating his cereal. Every once in a while though, I'd catch him staring at his phone anxiously. It was obvious that he wanted to see what the status was, but at the same time he was kind of nervous. And it made sense for him to be so.

Yeah, he let it known throughout the school that he had forgiven us, and that he understood now that it was all just a big misunderstanding. Yet, he wasn't treating Kairi the same way. He chose to interact with her as little as possible, which was a huge change from the fact that they used to be inseparable.

Before I knew it, the two of us had finished breakfast, and our mom had finally scrambled out of bed.

"Morning, Sora. . . Roxas." She was still wearing her pink flannel pajamas and one of her old, gray, college hoodies that read "Shinra Academy". Her chocolate-brown hair that had formerly been pulled back into a neat ponytail was starting to come undone, and some of her wavy hair had managed to escape the confinements of the ponytail, instead deciding to stick up in uneven tufts. But somehow, our mom managed to look gentle and elegant through the midst of it all. She stumbled over to the couch before letting herself fall onto it lazily.

I sighed, before making my way over to her and poking her. "Uh, mom? Don't you have a get-together today with Zack and the rest of the gang?"

She groaned before burying her face deeper into the couch itself.

Sora joined me, his gaze curious. "Is she like . . . hungover or something?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, Sora. She's just tired. If she was hungover, we would know since we spent the whole night with her."

Sora smirked, "We spent the whole night with her, huh?"

My eyes widened in horror, while my mom automatically jerked up from her position on the couch, an expression of absolute disgust on her face. "Sora! I'm your mother!"

He looked confused for a moment, but he soon realized the situation he was in. "Oh God! Mom, I didn't mean it like that! I. . . I. . . AHHHHHH!" Sora had a strange sort of spazz attack where he stood, and my mother and I couldn't stop ourselves from eventually chuckling at his reaction.

Our mom stood up, stretching her arms over her head before walking over to the kitchen to make her own breakfast. As she began cutting slices of fruit, her eyes darted to Sora and I, quickly giving us a once-over. If she wasn't my mother, I would've automatically thought that she was checking us out, but I mean it's my mom so I'm pretty sure she wasn't doing that.

Pretty sure. I mean, could anyone really resist this piece of hot mess?

Oh God, I think that Axel's finally starting to rub off on me.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be working on projects today? That was today, right? Shouldn't you get dressed?"

The two of us blinked, so I guess we were still kind of in a sleepy kind of daze. "Oh, that's right."

Before we could each make our way to our separate rooms to change out of our pajamas though, our mother stopped us. "Hey, what's that project about anyway?"

Sora looked at me, and there was something in his eyes (I swear, it's NOT twin telepathy!) that told me that he actually wasn't very sure what the History project was all about and that I would have to explain it to our mother. "It's sort of a modern-day history thing. Mister Turk grouped us into groups of four, and each group has to research a major event that happened for the year that they were assigned. We have to write a report, create a poster, and make a slideshow too. . ."

My mother frowned. "Well, when is it due?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but Sora beat me to the punch. "It's due on Monday!"

Her frown seemed to deepen. "Geez, that's so much for only one weekend. . . So both of you have to work your butts off to finish that project before you do anything else, mkay? If not, I'll get Tifa to beat you guys up. Or maybe I can get Zack and Cloud to teach you a lesson. Though I'm sure that your Uncle Cid would enjoy doing something too. . ."

Sora and I paled and instantly nodded. Tifa had a habit of telling us about the good old days when she used to be a martial arts champion. She says that even though she doesn't do it anymore, she still remembers how to knock someone out "in case of emergency." Zack and Cloud used to be members of this army, SOLDIER. Zack was a higher level than Cloud though, but I'm sure that they each still remembered a thing or two about combat. And Uncle Cid. . .

I couldn't stop the shiver from running down my spine.

My mother giggled at our expressions, before waving us off. "Well, go on you two. Get dressed."

The two of us nodded before darting off to our rooms to get changed.

"Mooooooooom. I'm off to Riku's house now to work with Tidus, Hayner, and well. . . Riku."

My mom smiled at my twin from the dining table, still taking her time with her fruit. Sora was wearing these gray cargo shorts, and a dark blue, short-sleeved henley. His hair was as messy as ever, and he had his beat-up skateboard tucked under his arm. "Don't forget your helmet, sweetie!"

My brother forced a smile, before nodding and heading out the door. I could already tell that he wasn't planning on reentering the household to retrieve his helmet. Whatever, it's his safety. Not mine.

From the table, both my mother and I could hear the slamming of the front door, meaning that Sora was now gone. My mother's eyes drifted over to meet mine, and I could see a mischievous twinkle in her eye. One that Sora probably inherited. I expected her to say something mildly embarrassing or something of the sort, but surprisingly enough, she didn't. "When are your friends coming over, Roxie?"

I wish I could scowl at the nickname, but my mother would be upset. And I mean, we all hate upset moms, right? "I'm not actually sure. . . I think that Naminé said that she would be over in a bit."

My mom smiled. "I can't wait to meet your new friend!"

I couldn't help but sigh, and give my mom one of those looks. "Mom. . ."

She smirked at me, another trait that she had passed down to Sora. That stupid, smug smirk that always made me feel nervous. "Aw, are you scared that I'll embarrass you in front of your new friends, Roxie?"

I couldn't help but feel my face turn a deep shade of pink. "I . . . You know. . . Um. . ."

My mom giggled before taking a large bite out of the watermelon that was stuck to her fork. Her eyes kept that dangerous twinkle though, and I couldn't help but fidget uncomfortably in my seat. My mom could just be so . . . awkward.

And then, the doorbell rang. I immediately jumped out of my seat, but my mom did too at the exact same time. There was a large smile on her face as she spoke in a singsong voice, "I'll get it!"

My eyes widened, and I stuck my arm out in a lame attempt to stop her. "Mom! Wait! Stop!"

But my mother had already darted off to get the door.

I swear. Sometimes, she can be so much like Sora. But other times, she can be so serious that her seriousness scares me. But it's not that big of a deal to me. Either way I love my mama!

Except right now. Right now, I was worrying for the current health of Hope, Naminé, and Olette's eardrums. Or as my Biology textbook would say, their tympanic membrane.

Oh yeah, I'm cool.

"Why, hello! You must be Roxas's friends! Come on in!"

"Good morning, Miss Hikari!" I heard Naminé chirrup.

I couldn't help but grimace at Naminé's mistake. My mom wasn't Miss Hikari anymore; she had reverted to her maiden name after the divorce. I probably should've warned them about it, but I hadn't figured that my mom would answer the door.

"Oh, honey. . . Just call me Miss Aerith. . ." I could hear the strain in my mom's voice, yet it was very minute, and I was almost sure that they didn't notice it.

"Are you sure, Miss Hikari? I'm not sure, it just seems rude to me. . ." This time it was Hope's voice, and I pretty much facepalmed myself. Where was Olette? She would've nudged them or something to make sure that they would get the point to just drop the subject.

I could easily imagine my mom trying to keep her temper, and I realized that I should probably make my entrance and save both my mom and my friends from the awkwardness that was sure to come.

"Oh, you guys! You're here!"

My mother's nervous, green eyes flickered towards me, and I could see the relief in them.

That's right, mom. I just saved your buttocks.

"Roxas!"

I smiled at both Hope and Naminé, the two of them wearing huge smiles on their faces, obviously not realizing that they almost made my mother have a nervous breakdown.

My mother looked between the three of us before giving us a smile that I'm pretty sure was forced. "I'm going to be leaving the house in a few minutes. You guys work hard, mkay?"

The two of them smiled, both of them looking like innocent little angels. "Of course, Miss Hikari!"

I swear I saw my mom's eyeball twitch.

Since I didn't want to delve into my emotional back-story about my parents' divorce which was the only way I could think of to explain why my mom didn't want to be called Miss Hikari, it took a while to convince them to just stick with calling her Miss Aerith. I mean, I didn't exactly have a reason, and I think that they thought I wasn't being very respectful or something. Oh, well.

Suddenly feeling extremely awkward, I took the opportunity to change the subject. "So. . . Where's Olette?"

Naminé frowned. "She called me and said that she would be a bit late. . . Something about her grandmother?"

My eyes darted between the two of them, realizing that neither of the two looked the least bit concerned about it. But I couldn't help but think of the worse possible scenario. Maybe her grandmother had been rushed to the hospital, but Olette just didn't tell the two? I mean, maybe she didn't want to tell them yet. . .

Realizing that I probably shouldn't ask about her grandmother in case Olette hadn't told them yet, I immediately changed the subject. Again. "Oh, okay. Uh . . . so what major event should we pick for our year? Wait, our year was five years ago, right? So we would've been twelve."

Hope smiled proudly while nodding, and in that moment it was obvious that he had started his research. "Actually, I looked it up before I left my house, and there's this website that I saw on Google that looked like it would be really useful. . ." He looked at me before hesitantly pointing to something behind me.

I spun my computer chair around so that I could see what he was pointing to. My laptop. "Oh, yeah! Hold on, let me log in and stuff."

It didn't take too long for me to get on, and it seemed like Hope instantly found the website he was talking about. Naminé and I were on either side of the boy, both of us leaning over him to get a view of the laptop screen.

"Alright, let's see here. . ." I voiced, beginning to read the page out loud, "Worst recession in twenty-three years? Sounds boring. Jecht the Jet, famous blitzball player inducted to the Blitzball Hall of Fame? Writing a whole report about your friend's dad is weird. Former leader finally resigns? What the hell? Boring politics. Beginning of the dictatorship in Radiant Garden. Wait, there was a dictatorship in Radiant Garden! ? You guys, we should totally do our project on that!"

I turned my head so that I could get a better look at the two of them, but before I could get a good look at their expressions, the door to my room was thrown open.

My eyes widened in surprise to see Olette standing there, looking exhausted and extremely stressed. "Sorry I'm late, you guys. . ." I couldn't help but frown out of worry and I opened my mouth to ask her where she had been, but she waved away my questions. "Miss Aerith let me in when she was leaving. And I know the easiest historical moment that we can cover for our project!" Her green eyes, though they were very tired looking, stared at all of us pleadingly, though I'm not entirely sure why.

"Uh, what's your idea, 'Lette? We found this really cool one about this dictat—"

"I'm sure your idea's great, Olette. Let's do it!" I turned my head in surprise at Hope's interruption of my sentence. Naminé nodded with him, and Olette simply smiled gratefully. Realizing that I was outnumbered, I could do nothing but nod helplessly.

"Okay, well let's try to get this over as fast as possible. I've already written a rough draft on the report we can use, and I'll edit it and make it better later. Since Naminé's the most artistic of us all, she's going to work on the PowerPoint with you, Roxas, while Hope and I go out to get some supplies. Since Roxas usually has all the money, I'd usually force him to come with me, but I feel weird dragging him out of his own house. So, to make this easier, can you just give us five hundred munny, Roxas?"

I blinked in a mixture of shock and confusion. "F-F-Five hundred munny?"

Olette frowned, her expression immediately turning into a sad one. "Oh no, that's too much, isn't it? Uh, what if we—"

Hope waved away her worries, stepping forward to pat her on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, I've got it. I think I have enough munny in my wallet." He patted his jean pocket for effect, smiling in an attempt to wash her worries away.

Olette smiled half-heartedly. "Thanks, Hope. Let's hurry though? I think that going to the Moogle Mall after this is a great idea." She shot another grin at Naminé, as though letting her know that she approved of her idea.

Before I knew it, Olette was already making her way out of my house towards whichever art store met her fancy. Realizing that I had no idea what she had decided to do our project on, I chased after her, a confused Naminé trailing behind me. "Hey, wait! What're we doing the project on?"

By then, Olette and Hope were already outside, and Olette was just about to close the door. I guess she heard my question though, because she blushed and gave me an apologetic smile. "The Truth of the Seven Wonders of Twilight Town."

She quickly closed the door after saying those words, and I couldn't help but stare at the closed door in shock. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Um, Roxas? Are you sure that you're alright?" I couldn't help but stare at my new friend nervously.

Why, hello there! Naminé here. I've been standing here for the past ten minutes or so, staring at the young man in front of me. Roxas has been sulking in this corner of his room, and somehow like a cliché anime moment, it just so happened to be the single dark corner in a room bathed in light.

"Olette is just against me . . . I'm sure that that's what it is. She must be angry. . . Or else she wouldn't have put me through this. Ha. . . That must be it. . ." I shot him another curious look that he probably couldn't see since his back was turned to me.

But still, I couldn't help but wince when he started laughing like a deranged man.

I sighed, what was going on with him?

I slowly tip-toed over to him, before tapping him lightly on his shoulder. He cringed at the touch, which honestly freaked me out a little. "Um. . . Roxas?

Ever so slowly, the sun-kissed blonde turned to face me, and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes slightly in worry since he was shaking. "Y-Yes, Naminé?"

I felt the frown tugging at the edge of my lips, but I forced it away. "Oh, smile, Roxie!"

He blinked, probably in confusion, at my words. "R-Roxie. . .?

I grinned cheekily at him before tilting my head to the side, "Well, yeah! It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

What the hell? Roxie? Good Lord, there could only be one real explanation. "You've been hanging out too much with Axel. And Sora. And everyone else that calls me that dreaded nickname."

She giggled, "You say that like it's a bad thing. Axel's great!"

I groaned. "Oh no. Either he's brainwashing you, or he's paying you a huge sum of money. But knowing Axel, I'd have to go with the former. Axel's broke."

I could practically feel her roll her eyes at me, but it was obvious that she was doing it only in a playful manner. "Whatever floats your boat, Roxie."

I jumped up out of my sulking corner, and turned to the flaxen-haired girl behind me in an exasperated fashion, my face turning red once more. "Oh, come on, Naminé! Whatever Axel's doing, don't go along with it! Remember how he tried to get Sora to hear me out? He got Olette and Hayner to tie me, cover my mouth with duct tape, and stuff me into a freaking garbage bag!"

To my surprise, she burst out laughing. Her laughter was the kind that was so gentle, and yet right now, it seemed wild at the same time. And almost contagious. Before I knew it, I was laughing right along with her.

When we each finally stopped laughing, she turned to me, a childish smirk on her face. "Well, what do you say, Roxie? Can we work on our project now?"

Part of me wanted to guffaw at her since it was like everyone could use that stupid . . . Sora Smirk against me, but I settled for simply grinning at her. "Yeah, I think we should. . ." I struggled to come up with a nickname for her that was equally as embarrassing as Roxie, but nothing really came to mind. My eyes darted around the room until I ended up blurting out the stupidest thing ever. "Nammykins!"

She gave me this odd look. You know, the kind that you'd give to some creeper/rapist/pedophile. But soon enough, the expression was wiped off her face as soon as she started giggling. And gradually, that giggling turned into mad laughter.

My face was bright red from saying that absolutely lame nickname, but I wasn't able to stifle my immature chuckle, and soon enough, I was laughing with her once more. Gosh, what was wrong with me today? It was like. . . I couldn't stop laughing.

When we finally stopped, I was reminded of the task at hand. But since I was still in a goofy sort of mood, I cleared my throat dramatically before asking (in a British accent of course), "Well. Shall we get started, Nammykins?"

She giggled again before responding (also with a British accent), "It'd be my pleasure, Roxie."

We both shared a glance at each other, before sounding out into laughter once more.

It took a while, but eventually we started work on our PowerPoint. The grimace was back on my face, and I couldn't stop myself from throwing my hands in the air exasperatedly. "Ugh, I hate this! Why did we have to do this for our project? I'm sure we could've found something else!" I spun my computer chair to look at Naminé who was lying down on my bed, playing with one of my old stuffed bunnies. She was wearing a simple, white sundress that had a gray belt around the middle of it, with a matching grey beret in her hair. She had left her slip-on white Vans at the door way, and her white socks were dirt-free.

Slowly she turned to face me, "It's not that bad, Roxas. I don't understand why you're so against the idea anyway. . ."

I couldn't help but frown. "It just. . . UGH!"

She rolled her eyes, "Roxie, 'ugh' isn't very descriptive."

I turned my head to glare at her, but I couldn't hold the glare for long because of the innocent expression she had on her face. "It's not that interesting of a story. Trust me. It's really boring."

She simply smiled, before cocking her head gently to the side. "Not that I don't trust you or anything, Roxie, but I still want to hear the story."

I sighed, "You've really never heard of the Seven Wonders of Twilight Town?"

She simply shook her head, and subconsciously clutched the stuffed bunny closer to her. I couldn't help but wonder why I had my old stuffed animal still in my room anyway.

"They were kind of a ploy to get more people to visit the place. You see, Twilight Town used to be really big, but at one point, everyone left to explore the new worlds since the Gummi Ship was invented. There was barely anyone left in the city. Businesses were starting to shut down and all that stuff, it wasn't very good for our economy." I couldn't stop myself from looking off into the distance dramatically. "A bunch of the families that remained made up these fictitious wonders about the town, and called them the Seven Wonders of Twilight Town. And it did its trick. People from all over the place scurried to Twilight Town to get a peek of the Seven Wonders. That is, until five years ago. . ."

Naminé's eyes were wide with curiosity, and she was silently urging me to continue on.

"One day, five years ago, this detective guy came to town. He refused to believe that the wonders were real, and eventually, he found out the truth. The guy was crazy . . . he—" I scrambled to find the words to say what I wanted to, but they seemed to not come.

"Roxas. . .?"

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to continue. "He was angry at the people for lying about it. I'm not really sure why, no one else really cared too much about it. It was just for entertainment after all. But he wasn't . . . right in the head. . ."

Naminé's gaze never lost its intensity, and she seemed to lean in as I continued to talk. "Wha. . . What did he do?" I held back the chuckle as I noticed that she seemed to be trembling.

I merely shrugged, a light smile now dancing on my features. "He sued all of the families who participated in the so-called 'hoax.'"

Naminé blinked, "That's it?"

I merely closed my eyes and nodded knowingly, silently praising myself for a dramatic storytelling.

While my eyes were closed, I didn't notice Naminé stand up and stomp over towards me. That is, until she bonked me on the head with the stuffed toy. Hard. "Roxas! You got me all worked up for nothing!"

I grinned at her, before forming my expression into an innocent, almost oblivious one. "Why, I didn't realize that I had done anything to make you get so worked up. . . I was merely telling you a little about our town's history. . ."

She frowned, and my stomach did a mini somersault at the cuteness of her immature pout.

Whoa, did I actually just think that out loud! ?

. . . Ignore that last sentence.

"Roxas, you're being mean!"

I gaped at her. "Me? Mean? No way!"

Her lips seemed to quiver as she turned her head away from me. "Yeah, you. You meanie."

Wait a second . . . was she crying? ! I stood up out of my computer chair, and slowly advanced towards her. Her back was facing me now, and it honestly seemed like she was about to burst into tears. Especially since her lip actually quivered. I reached my hand out to lightly tap her shoulder, but before I could touch her, she whirled around and threw one of the pillows from my bed at my face, laughing maniacally as she did so.

I guffawed at her. Did she seriously just do that! ? "And you call me the mean one!" I couldn't help but gingerly rub my cheek.

"Don't be silly, Roxie. You are the mean one. If I wanted to be mean, I wouldn't have thrown a pillow at you!" She giggled again, before playfully sticking my tongue out at me.

"Well. . . that pillow was hard!"

Out of nowhere, she seemed to get this mischievous twinkle in my eye. "Gee, Roxas. Those are some weird pillows then. I didn't know that pillows could get erections. . ." She had executed the line with perfect faux innocence, and I couldn't help but stare at her in shock. Did she really say that, or was I just imagining things?

Her immediate laughter after the line had been said proved it to me: Naminé had actually said something . . . somewhat perverted.

When I figured that out, I couldn't help but laugh too.

Since we were both laughing so hard, we eventually collapsed onto my bed, the two of us clutching out stomachs. I sighed contentedly, smiling as I did so, while Naminé sat up in the bed, gazing out of the window that was adjacent to it, her hand resting lightly on the glass. "It's a nice view. . ."

I sat up next to her so I could also admire the view of my mother's wonderful garden. "Yeah, my mom works on it whenever she has the free time. She really does have a green thumb."

Slowly, she turned her gaze away from the window to stare at me, an expression of absolute wonder and amazement on her features, and at the same time, a hint of shyness. "You wouldn't mind if. . . If I came here one day to draw it . . .?"

At first, the question took me by surprise since I had completely forgotten about Naminé and her artistic capabilities. But it wasn't long before I smiled. "It's no problem. Come on in whenever you like!"

She beamed at me, before turning back to the glass window. It was silent for a little bit, before I decided to speak up. "You know. . . You never did show me any of your art. . ."

I saw her eyes widen in the reflection of the glass, before she turned to look at me, her expression softening. "Maybe I can bring you a few sketches when I come to draw the flowers. . ." I didn't realize that I had been holding her hand until she gave it a gentle squeeze and smiled at me timidly.

I blushed lightly before squeezing back, "I would like that. A lot."

A Wishful Thought: (A Note from the Author) I actually squealed when I wrote that last line. I was really proud of my cheesiness. XP It wasn't as fluffy as I liked it to be, but I've never really written fluff before, so I hope none of you minded all too much. ^^; I decided to stop the chapter there (instead of continuing it as I had planned) because I was proud of that last line. I always like the last lines of each of my chapters to be at least semi-dramatic, and that's what I ended it with. Don't worry, there's only two parts to this "arc."

ANYWAY, I'm trying to make my Author's Notes shorter. I don't know, I heard that some people don't exactly love the long lengths of Author's Notes. And SO, my Author Ramblings will be featured on my Wordpress, instead of here for those who want to read it. It will feature pictures of some of the outfits worn by the characters, and more detailed insight into the things I wrote. :) So check it out!

Wishfulhopes(dot)wordpress(dot)com

(just remove the dots!

Next Time: The quartet finally finishes working on their ridiculous History Project, and drag everyone to the Moogle Mall. Neon orange fliers, a Desperate Demyx, and (hopefully!) more Namixas fluff. :D

So thank you so much for reading, and please REVIEW.