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Detention sucks. It royally sucks.
I slumped in my chair, waiting to get the two hours of detention over. I looked up to see a huge woman smashed behind a small desk, reading a magazine. She was supposed to be our monitor. On the blackboard behind her, in huge letters, were the words: Detention! No Talking!
I sighed. In the room with me was one other guy, but no sign of Roxas. Not like I was looking for him or anything.
Suddenly, the door opened and Roxas walked in, followed by Riku.
"Hey, Tidus," Riku said, giving the other boy in the room a high-five.
"Hey, Naminé," Roxas said, taking a seat next to me.
"Hi, Roxas," I said a little more sheepishly than I wanted to.
The teacher at the front of the room cleared her throat, eyeing all of us, and then disappeared behind her magazine again.
Tidus stuck his tongue out at her, and then we all started snickering.
"I'm going to the teacher's lounge," the large woman at the front of the room announced. "I'll be back soon. I don't want to hear a peep out of any of you." She gave the chalkboard a slap for good measure, and then exited the room, shutting the door behind her.
"I didn't think she'd fit," I muttered, which made Roxas chuckle.
"So, Blondie, is this your first time in detention?" Riku asked me.
I rolled my eyes. "If you're talking to me, you'll get a response by calling me by my name."
"Ouch, your girlfriend's tough, Roxas," Tidus said, elbowing Roxas in the ribs. Tidus was sitting next to Roxas, and Riku was behind me.
I blushed and hid my face.
"She's not my girlfriend," Roxas said.
"Don't deny her, man, you're making her upset," Riku said. "Just look at her."
"Come on, guys," Roxas groaned. "It's not like that. We're just friends. And study partners."
"Is that what you kids call it?" Riku asked.
I didn't think my face could get any redder.
"Don't listen to them," Roxas whispered to me. "They're just messing around."
I nodded, still refusing to show him my face.
"Oh, oh, look at the love birds," Tidus squealed.
"Don't let us disturb you," Riku snickered. "Go ahead and do your thing."
"My… 'thing'?" Roxas asked. "What are you talking about?"
"You looked like you were going in for a kiss there," Tidus said.
My eyes widened from behind my arms. I took out my sketchpad to distract myself from their conversation. I still had Roxas's pencil as well, and proceeded to use it.
"Look, they even keep each other's' stuff," Riku laughed.
I groaned, and gathered all of my stuff, moving to the other side of the room.
"Go after your girl!" Tidus told Roxas, giving him a playful shove.
"At least girls talk to me," Roxas retorted, shoving away from his desk and joining me once again.
Tidus and Riku sat there, gaping like fish.
"Jerks," Roxas huffed.
I giggled, and then tried to control it, realizing Roxas wasn't laughing. "Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry," he said. "Don't let what they said bother you."
"I-It doesn't bother me," I said quietly, blood rising to my cheeks. I cleared my throat. "I mean, I used to people saying crazy things. Kairi's my best friend, remember?"
He chuckled. "Oh, yeah. And I know you can handle yourself, but, if they ever give you a hard time, come find me; I'll help you out."
I smiled, nodding, and continued my sketching. "Thanks, Roxas."
"No problem," he said, and then looked at my sketchbook. "What are you drawing?"
"Oh, just doodling," I answered, shrugging.
"Wow, when I doodle, it looks like a three-year-old did it," he laughed. "Can I see some of your drawings?"
Was it just me, or was Roxas being nicer than usual?
I was about to flip through some of my drawings to show him, but then I remembered the one of him, and shook my head nervously, clutching my sketchbook to my chest.
"Oh, come on," Roxas whined (yes, whined).
I shook my head again.
Roxas grabbed the edges of the sketchbook, and tugged on it (while it was clutched to my chest), but I held on.
"No," I struggled, but couldn't help but laugh.
Roxas started laughing to, saying, "Come on!"
I struggled to hold on, but, eventually, my grip slipped, and we each went tumbling in opposite directions. Roxas now had my sketchbook.
"No, Roxas!" I said, but had a bit of laughter to it.
We both crawled back into our chairs and he proceeded to flip through my drawings. I hid my face. Prepare for the embarrassment.
"You're really good," Roxas said, and I heard more pages turn. "Hey, is this me?"
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the floor to open up and swallow me.
"Naminé, what's wrong?" Roxas asked, concern in his voice.
I shook my head, but sat up anyway. I was sure my face was beet red. "I didn't want you to see that."
"This picture?" he asked, showing it to me. "Why not? I think it's awesome."
I was surprised. "Really? You think it's awesome? I thought you'd say it was weird."
"Why would it be weird?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Because it wasn't meant to be you," I blurted, and then slapped my hands over my mouth.
"What do you mean?" he asked, slowly, examining the picture.
I sighed. Might as well tell him everything now. "I was just doodling and, poof, there you were on the paper. I had no idea what I was doodling, and—and…" I couldn't finish. I hid my face in shame.
"I think that's pretty cool," he said quietly, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I felt my face heat up. "Really?"
"Yeah," he said. "You're a really talented artist. All it needs is some color."
I looked up at him and gave him a smile. "I agree."
He handed my sketchbook back to me, and I looked through my bag for some colored pencils.
I frowned. "Man, I left my colored pencils at home."
"That sucks," he said. "I was looking forward to watching you color." I smiled at him and then he quickly added, "I didn't mean for that to sound creepy."
I laughed. "It didn't. Not to me, anyways."
He heaved a sigh of relief. "Good. I just thought I could model for you or something. You know, so that you can get my colors and everything."
I nodded. "Yeah, that'd be nice. I'll be sure to bring my colored pencils tomorrow."
"Or," he began, gathering my attention. "I could, maybe, come over to your house after school and I can help you out then?" I felt my eyes widened, to which he added, "I mean, you don't have to—"
"That sounds perfect," I said, offering him a small smile.
"R-Really?" he asked, and then cleared his throat. "I mean, yeah, um, sure."
I giggled, and give him a light shove, continuing to draw.
"Well, here we are," I said to Roxas once we were inside my house. Mentally, I kept telling myself, "IwillnottellKairiaboutthis, IwillnottellKairiaboutthis, IwillnottellKairiaboutthis."
"Nice house," he said, taking in the scenery.
"Thanks," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "My parents aren't home yet, so we should have to worry about any interruptions."
"Oh, am I supposed to be here, then?" he asked. "Because I can leave. I don't want to get you into any trouble."
I giggled. "No, no, everything's fine. Don't worry."
He nodded, and followed me upstairs to my bedroom. I was thankful that I cleaned it yesterday.
"So, this is your room?" he asked, looking around at my light blue walls and white furniture.
I nodded, throwing my bag into a corner. Roxas put his bag with mine and proceeded to sit in my desk chair. I sat cross-legged on my bed and flipped my sketchpad to the picture of him, taking out my colored pencils.
"Can you turn to the side a little bit?" I asked, studying him. He obeyed and I started coloring.
"Are you sure you don't need a closer view?" he asked.
I paused in my coloring and chewed my lip, looking between the drawing and him. "N-No, I think it'll be okay."
"You sure?" he asked, standing up and coming to sit next to me on the bed. "I just thought I close up shot would better fit the drawing, but you're the artist."
"W-Well, since you're already here," I laughed nervously.
He settled in next to me and turned like I had asked him to earlier. I swallowed hard and licked my lips, continuing to color.
"I need to see your eyes," I told him. "I think they need a bit more definition."
"Would you like them from this angle, or…" he trailed off, bringing his face closer to mine and staring into my eyes.
I gulped. Suddenly, it was harder to breathe. Shakily, I grabbed a blue colored pencil and started coloring.
He grabbed my hand gently, and said, "You're shaking."
I licked my lips, daring to look at him. Big mistake, BIG MISTAKE!
He leaned down, coming closer until… he was inches away from my sketchbook, studying the drawing of him.
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, I think you're right, they need a tiny bit more detail," he said.
I nodded vigorously, and ended up smacking my head into his. We both flopped back on my bed, groaning in pain.
"Ow," I complained. "You have a hard head."
He laughed. "Funny, my mom tells me I'm hard-headed all the time."
I laughed, trying not to focus on my newly acquired headache. Suddenly, the pain was gone, and replaced by something warm. I looked up to see Roxas hovering over me. He pulled away slowly. He kissed my forehead.
I was hyperventilating. Smooth, Naminé, smooth.
"You okay?" he asked, brushing some hair away from my face.
"I'm fine," I managed to choke out. I cleared my throat and then started choking. What was wrong with me?
Roxas patted me on the back gently. "Need some water?"
I shook my head, pounding my fist against my chest with a few last coughs. "I'm fine."
Roxas eyed me skeptically. "Okay, then."
"Let's get back to the…thing. Um, yeah," I fumbled over my words, and rolled across my bed, missing my sketchpad completely and rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.
"You okay?" Roxas asked yet again, leaning over the side of my bed to peer down at me.
He chuckled, and stood up, giving me a hand up. I took it and stood up, dangerously close to him.
"I'm not the smoothest person in the world," I blurted. Then, realizing what I said, I laughed nervously.
Roxas continued to chuckle, shaking his head slowly, as if to say, "Oh, crazy woman."
"The headache's back," I mumbled, holding my head. Was my vision blurring?
Suddenly, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Roxas's hand closed around mine and removed it from my forehead, placing another gentle kiss against my head. Then, his head slowly fell, and his lips brushed against mine. I stopped breathing for a second.
Then, I did something out of impulse that I knew I'd regret later. I shoved him away.
He looked at me, and I could've sworn I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said, tears brimming in my eyes from realizing what I had done. Then, I barreled out of my room.
Smooth Naminé, smooth.
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