A/N: OMG, what’s this?! An update? Amazing! Get ready for some fluff, girl talk, flowers, and cutenesssss. :)

Last chapter, ladies and gentssss.

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The Prince of Paopus

(red roses)

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Roxas stood outside Naminé’s door for almost ten minutes. He couldn’t believe he’d messed up so badly. It was all Demyx’s fault! If he’d told Roxas about the legend in the first place, maybe things would’ve gone differently. Sighing, the blonde turned and started walking down the hallway to his own bedroom. He didn’t know what he would do, but he’d fix the situation. He had too. He just couldn’t live with Naminé hating him like that.

Several plans formulated in his head as he made the long walk down the eerily quiet hallways, none of which sounded plausible. Roxas was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice when he rammed straight into a certain pink-haired man.

“Aah! Marluxia!” Roxas shouted as he collided with the much taller, bigger, and older man.

“Hello Roxas. What’s bothering you?” the Graceful Assassin asked.

“Huh? Nothing’s wrong!” Roxas said, just a little bit too loudly. Of course Marluxia noticed the panic in the younger boy’s voice immediately, and guessed what the problem was without much thought.

“Girl troubles?” he asked. Roxas blushed immensely at the realization that pretty much everyone in the castle knew about his inability to keep a good relationship.

“Maybe,” he muttered. Marluxia smiled, knowing that ‘maybe’ meant ‘of course’.

“Flowers.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Huh?” Roxas was confused. Marluxia never really had made much sense before, and that wasn’t changing now. He cocked his head to the side in a cute manner, only to realize that it was a stupid thing that he probably shouldn’t have done if he wanted to preserve his masculinity.

Putting that thought aside, he decided to actually listen to what advice Marluxia might have.

“Girls love flowers. Trust me. Take it from someone who knows!” The older member said, tapping his head with his finger as he said this. Roxas considered what he’d just been told; ignoring that last part (he didn’t need or want to know what that meant). And flowers? That could actually work. But what kind of flower did Naminé like?

As he was pondering what type of flowers to buy, and more importantly – how to give them to Naminé without being screamed at, Marluxia was smiling huger than ever. He’d actually been useful to someone today!

Both of them feeling considerably better about themselves then they had been a few moments ago, they parted ways – Roxas going to get some flowers, and Marluxia going to garden his.

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Naminé felt bad. She really shouldn’t have yelled at Roxas like that, let alone push him out of her room completely. She knew he was still standing outside her door – she seriously contemplated letting him back in and apologizing – but that just wasn’t going to happen.

She lay on her bed silently and listened to Roxas’ footsteps fading away. She could hear faint voices in the hall; someone else had run into him and started conversation. Sighing, she sat up, convinced that Roxas hated her for all time now.

She didn’t know what to do. She knew that she was supposed to be mad at him, but she couldn’t bring herself to stay that way. Roxas was just so…Roxas. Naminé began to lose herself in fantasies of the two of them together when there was a loud knock at her door.

Jerking herself out of her daydreams, she made her way to the door, half expecting (and hoping) it to be Roxas. Of course it wasn’t. A little disappointed, she looked up to see Larxene, the only other girl in the entire castle, standing in the doorway.

“Larxene?” Naminé had to admit, she was surprised. It wasn’t very often that the oh-so-narcissistic princess came to have a girl-to-girl chat.

“Hey, Naminé, can I come in? Uh, please?” Larxene asked nervously. She seemed to be in a weird mood.

“Of course,” the younger replied, stepping aside so that Larxene could come in. “What’s up?”

“Well…this may seem weird that I’m coming to you for advice, but I know you and Roxas are all lovey-dovey, sooo…” she began. Naminé blushed, about to protest and mention the fight, but held back when she realized that Larxene was having guy problems. She almost laughed out loud, it was so funny.

“Axel?” she asked, a slight smirk on her face.

“Uh…yeah.” Larxene sighed. “He just…he’s constantly flirting with me, and just when I think he’s going to ask me out, he goes and does something incredibly stupid to make me mad at him. I don’t get it!”

Sighing in frustration, the older teen lay on Naminé’s bed to let out some steam. Naminé watched in awe, she was really glad that she wasn’t the only girl around. She’d just about die if that were the case.

“Don’t worry, I know the feeling,” Naminé responded, following Larxene’s pattern and falling back onto some pillows.

“Did you and Roxas get into a fight or something?”

“Yeah. But it was pretty much my fault. I wish I could apologize to him, but I’m sure he hates me now…” she said, staring at the perfectly white ceiling.

“I doubt it. That boy’s head over heels for you,” Larxene said. Naminé blushed so brightly, the red was way too noticeable in the all-white room.

“Whatever,” she murmured. “So what’d Axel do this time?”

“Absolutely nothing, that’s what. I walked into the room and he was too immersed in his game of Halo to even notice me. GOD HE’S A JERK! I SHOULD JUST GO RIP HIS HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW!”

“No! Larxene, calm down!” Naminé laughed. “He’s just stupid, that’s all.”

“You got that right.”

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Breath in, breath out.

Roxas knocked on Naminé’s door; half hoping that she wouldn’t answer so he wouldn’t have to do this. His heart racing, he nearly jumped when the door opened.

“R-Roxas?” Naminé peered out to the hallway, where the boy was standing, and holding a dozen fresh red roses. Blushing like she always did when saw him, she opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

“Um, hey. I got you these,” he said, giving her the beautiful flowers. Naminé beamed, how’d he know red roses were her absolute favorite?

“Thanks…” she said quietly. “But, why? I thought you hated me.”

“What? I don’t hate you, Naminé. I – I love you.” He stuttered over the words, rubbing the back of his head like he always did when he was nervous. When Naminé didn’t answer, he panicked and continued talking. “And um…I’m really sorry about what I said before, and I hope you’ll forgive me…”

His ramble was interrupted by Naminé’s giggle. “Don’t worry, Roxas. I forgive you,” she said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And, I love you too.”

When their lips met, the bland and white room was brought to life by the intense color of the red roses, the blush on their cheeks, and their sparkling blue eyes as they parted.

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