"Sincerely Nobody" by ladydemelza

Chapter 2!

The first thought that ran through Roxas' mind as he quickly snapped the diary shut was: Oh shit. What do I do with this? I mean, I'd have to read it to find out who it belongs to, wouldn't I? If I don't read it, and take it to the lost and found… everyone who goes through that stuff will read it.

Thinking at about a million miles per second, Roxas stuffed the diary into his backpack and rushed off to meet Sora, feeling embarrassed with himself for even touching the diary at all. He should have just left it. At the same time, however, curiosity was eating away at his mind.

Resolving to read only the first page when he was in the safety of his own home, he met up with Sora and Riku at the north end of the school. Yuri was there, playfully shoving Riku and laughing at whatever he was saying. Sora's earlier prediction, apparently, wasn't too far off.

"Yuri's gonna snag a ride home today," Sora mumbled to Roxas as they headed for the doors, Riku and Yuri trailing behind them. "Told you so, by the way."

Roxas purposefully did not look back at the two of them. "Like I care."

Sora shrugged a little. "I think you do."

Still staring at the ground, Roxas said, "Sora? Where have you been for the past few years?"

Sora shrugged again. Sneaking a glance at Riku and Yuri, he replied, "I dunno. Watching Yuri chase you, and you pretending not to enjoy it, I guess."

Roxas choked, and began to cough.

"That's what I thought," Sora said smugly.

Regaining his composure, Roxas finally had a chance to reply. "I do not enjoy it!" he protested. "It's awkward!"

"Right," Sora agreed sarcastically as he unlocked the car doors. Roxas climbed into the passenger seat, and Riku and Yuri slid into the back.

The ride home seemed much longer and more boring than usual. Riku and Yuri were talking about a movie Roxas hadn't seen, and Sora was giving Roxas some glances that he really didn't appreciate. What was worse, Roxas couldn't stop himself from thinking about reading the diary. Roxas slouched a little further into his seat as Sora turned onto Yuri's street.

Sora pulled into her driveway, and she was quick to push open her door and hop out of the car. "See you guys tomorrow! Hey Roxas, call me later if you're not busy!" she said, waving goodbye cheerfully. She slammed the door, and rushed up her driveway towards the front door of her house.

"Thank you for dropping her off first," Roxas said to Sora gratefully.

"Rox, don't forget to call her later," Riku teased, reaching up to the front seat to pinch Roxas' cheek.

"I'm going to punch you," Roxas said without humor. "Seriously!"

Riku snickered. "You'd break your hand, sorry to say."

Roxas stared at his lap, feeling his cheeks burning red. "Guys, seriously. Since neither of you would ever turn someone down, you'll never get what it's like."

Riku and Sora exchanged a glance in Sora's rear-view mirror.

"Fine," Roxas said. "Maybe Sora had better stop being so obsessed with Kairi, or I might have to talk to her about this, cause she's the only one who will understand."

Sora's eyes widened in surprise. "I AM NOT obsessed with Kairi!"

Roxas smiled. Jackpot. "Whatever you say, Sora."

He wracked his brains for any recollection of a girl that Riku had a crush on, but Riku was suspiciously private about his love life. The last girl he had liked, Reika, had meant endless teasing from Sora and Roxas about nothing more than how 'cute' their names were together: Riku and Reika. Cue the 'awww's.

Before long, Sora was pulling into Roxas' driveway. Roxas didn't want to endure any more teasing from Sora and Riku, and he wanted to read the diary. He climbed out of the car, muttered a hurried goodbye, and rushed into his house.

He kicked off his shoes in the entryway, and continued down the short hallway and into the kitchen. Yanking open the refrigerator door, he pulled out a can of coke, and slammed the door shut again, a breeze of cold air ruffling his bangs. He exited the kitchen the same way he had entered, and slouched across the living room towards the stairs.

Quickly, he scaled the stairs and veered to the right. He pushed open the door to his bedroom, and shut it behind him. His walls were a simple white, and the carpet was a light tan color, obviously chosen by his mother. Setting his can of coke down on his desk, which was made of pale wood, he fished around in his backpack until he found the diary. He grabbed his soda and shuffled over towards his bed, which was clad in a dark blue bedspread, and plopped down on it.

He then focused his attention on the diary. Blue eyes narrowing, he gazed at the magazine clipped words: "loose lips sink ships".

Hmm, I guess that kind of makes sense, he thought, running his fingers over the words slowly. Feeling the curiosity bursting inside of him, he couldn't wait a moment longer—he flipped open the cover, and began to read the first page.

I have no idea who people think I am, but I know for a fact: I'm nobody. High school only forces me to realize that I am completely and utterly correct in saying this. The way that things play out in that building is so… for lack of better words… screwed up. I mean, what's the use in gossiping? You might as well say it to the person's face, since no matter what, it always gets back to them. And for that matter, why even bother with 'cliques'? Might as well make friends with your enemies, because you say more nasty things about your 'friends' behind their backs than about your enemies. Okay, I guess I don't know about anybody else's school, but that's how it is here. Anyway. That kind of stuff just makes me hear about how I'm nobody. But I have always known. That's how my friends treat me. I'm the quiet one, who keeps my 'best friends' in check. I'm the one who spends all of her time listening to music, and reading or writing.

But worst of all? Because of the fact that neither of my friends can keep their mouths shut, I know every minute detail about their lives. I don't want all of the information I have. If you knew what I knew, you'd understand why I can't wait to get out of here.

Roxas' eyes sped, willing him to read faster and faster. He could completely identify with the girl—he, too, was eager to get out of high school. But what did she know that nobody else knew? As he neared the end of the diary entry, he was slightly disappointed when he read:

Knee-deep in the gigantic pool of the judgmental for another two years…

Sincerely,

Nobody

No name. At least, he figured, she was a junior—after all, they had just started their junior year, which meant they still had all of junior year and senior year to go. At least that narrowed it down a little. Most other juniors he knew seemed more than happy to occupy themselves with high school's problems.

Trying to resist the urge to turn the page and continue reading the girl's diary, he failed miserably. About an hour later, his drink was gone, and he glanced at the clock. His mouth dropped open slightly—he couldn't believe that he had gone from just reading the first page to reading the little book for an hour!

One thing was for sure—the girl was just like the kind of girl that Roxas hoped to meet someday, but had never expected to meet in high school. She was smart, cool, independent… Roxas shook his head. He knew that he had to find her and return the diary—it was full of her deepest thoughts, and she had even written some poems in it. She would surely be missing it… and he had to return it.

Though he wouldn't be quick to admit it, he also desperately wanted to meet her, whoever she was… though she seemed much more intelligent and introspective than Roxas, reading about her life had somehow managed to suck him in. She wrote about everything, which only made him feel worse about reading it—he had basically read into her deepest thoughts without her permission.

I guess I don't know what I'd do if someone found this. First, I'd probably be glad that I never wrote my name in here. Second, I'd probably go on a mad search to find this thing, cause no writer wants to lose a whole summer of poetry. Right?

That was a small excerpt that she had written on one of the pages he had read. It seemed she must have written in the diary all summer. She also occasionally had little poems scrawled in the middle of diary entries. Not being particularly fond of poetry, Roxas just skimmed over them… at first. Just as the rest of the diary had, however, he was pulled in, and soon found himself anticipating more poetry from the girl. She really was gifted when it came to writing.

He really, really wanted to meet her.

"There is something wrong with him," Sora decided, pulling out of Roxas' driveway. "Don't you think?"

"Yeah," Riku agreed. "There must be. He thinks you like Kairi, but I'm actually pretty sure you like Naminé."

Sora wrinkled his nose. "What? I know that we usually have an embargo on relationship talk, but she's pretty much my best friend. Gross."

Riku winced. "Yeah, sorry. My mistake. Let the embargo continue."

"Could it be Yuri, or something else…?" Sora murmured.

Riku looked up at the ceiling. "Please don't tell me we have to actually ask him about his feelings to figure out what's up."

Sora nodded. "We do, and we'll start tomorrow."

Thank you for reading!

Love,
ladydemelza