Twice the Blonde (Namine)

[Roxas Hiroaki]

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[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] words: 298 tagged: Namine notes: --- credit: JADE of KU

A light shade cast over the beating sun's violent rays. It was one of those hot days, where it seemed like it should be July instead of what it actually was...October. The air was dry, none of that sticky wetness that made one sweat a lot with their clothes glued to the skin. That feeling in particular was a very uncomforable sensation, like you're wet with your clothes on, sticky like you've just been put in a giant jar of jam. Roxas brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead, blue eyes straining to see what was going on around him. This is the problem with blue eyes, they are annoying in harsh sunlight even now as clouds dampened its harshness. The blond boy let out a light sigh as he looked around to see the commons...maybe they had air conditioning still on! Yes...that was the only way he'd be in the commons...well there was food here but he really didn't like to spend to much time in this area of the campus. It was so close he could almost feel the cold air that would be inside. With his hand on the door, he jerked his arm back...a cool rush of air hitting his face. The small teen stepped inside...the wonderful feeling of air conditioning cooling down his warm body was wonderful. The blonde didn't really take notice of the people around him...assuming there were any aside from the workers there and a few students eating. He might as well get some work done while he was here. The spiky haired boy put down his backpack next to the chair he put himself in...taking out his laptop and turning on his small pad to get his homework done on.

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] It was October. So why was it so hot out? Normally, the blonde first year enjoyed being outside, usually drawing or maybe doing homework, but the weather made it horribly uncomfortable. While it wasn't humid, which meant her sketchpad pages wouldn't get all condensed and moist, it was extremely hot. So much so, that her page wasn't the thing wrong, it was Namine herself. She was starting to sweat, even sitting under a tree. She was in the courtyard, in contrast to her usual location of the park. Closing her pad, and sighing, Namine stood up. She just couldn't draw today. Not in the condition she was in. It was getting hard to focus in the heat, and she just wasn't comfortable. At all. The blonde considered going to Just Desserts, to get some ice cream. However, she quickly opted against it, thinking how many other students would be there on such a hot day. And being in a crowd of sweaty people was even worse than simply being outside. Looking around, she was currently between the Commons and the Library. She figured both must have air conditioning, so it was now up to her to decide which to go to. "Well," she thought, "The library would be quiet, and not a lot of people would be there. But, the commons has food, and probably drinks. I could really go for a cold lemonade, or maybe iced tea." The thought in mind, she decided to go to the commons. Making her way there, she couldn't wait to get the blast of cold air blown into her face. It would be refreshing, especially with the sweat that was forming on her forehead. Grasping the handle, she pulled open the door, and simply stood there for a moment, relishing the cool air. Quickly moving on, as to not draw attention standing at the door, she went right to the counter, and with no line, was able to order right away. Ordering a simple bottle of lemonade, she paid the cashier and was on her way. Finding an empty table wasn't hard, since there were surprisingly not that many people here. Finding one farthest away from everyone else, Namine happily sat there and sipped her drink. She absentmindedly thought of sketching the room, to keep herself busy. However, she decided against it, figuring she'd enjoy some time of relaxation instead. Maybe she'd draw something later. Leaning back in her chair, she closed her eyes and rejoiced in the miracle of air conditioning. She took a sip of her drink here and there, and her mood was quite calm. that is, until she heard someone move a chair at the table. Her eyes snapping open and her body snapping up, she looked to see another blonde, probably around her age, sitting there. He took a laptop out, and also some sort of pad. Did he not notice she was here? Hesitating for a moment, Namine simply watched the boy. He seemed to be writing something, although she didn't know what. Finally, after about five minutes, she decided to speak up. "U-U-Um, e-e-excuse me?" she asked, hoping to at least get his attention.

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[Roxas Hiroaki]

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[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] words: 272 tagged: Namine notes: Listening to: Hunger Games Parody by Winterspringpro credit: JADE of KU

Roxas hadn't noticed Namine when she walked in...which could be either good or bad for her. For one it could mean he was just engrossed in his work so he didn't notice anything around him...or it means he was either purposely ignoring her which is unlikely or he was antisocial. Thankfully it was the first of the options. He stared with those ocean hues at the computer screen as he started to draw in the program. What was he drawing? A cover... cover-art specifically for online. He, like many aspiring artists, was a frequent visitor to Deviantart.com. It was where he could easily draw, write, and not be ridiculed for what he did...of course he was sure not a soul knew his account existed...maybe his roommate if he had walked in on him while uploading but that was probably it. Roxas nearly flinched when he heard Namine's voice...soft and angelic in tone. The spiky haired boy's eyes turned wide as he looked at her. It took a good minute for him to calm down, startled as he hadn't noticed her until she had spoken to him...which showed how engrossed he was in his project. "Um...can...I help you?

[/color]" he asked nervously. He took a second to take her in...blonde hair and wonderful eyes. She was average in size...for a girl her age that is. She was pretty...really pretty actually. The boy hadn't really noticed it at first because of being startled but...she was really pretty...and her voice was soothing to his ears.[/size][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Namine wasn't too sure what to do. She'd gotten his attention, although now what? The blonde really hadn't planned ahead, and while the situation seemed simple, it really wasn't. Not to her at least. Her original intention had been to let her presence be known, since it was getting a bit weird, just sitting there, without him knowing, but she kind of regretted it now. "Staying unknown... Isn't that what I've always preferred? Why did I change that now? Stupid!" she thought. Taking a deep breath and putting on a somewhat hesitant smile, she decided to go and try to wing it, so to speak. "O-Oh, u-um, I, uh, well, y-you see..." Namine's voice trailed off. She couldn't believe this! She had absolutely no idea what to say! She must look like an idiot right now. Turning her head away, she sighed in defeat. Awkward silence, it had to be better than stuttering for words, right? Oh, why was she so anti-social? If she weren't, things would be going so much smoother. Maybe this boy, whom she didn't know, would strike up some kind of topic... Wait! The blonde's head snapped up at her sudden realization. Looking back at the boy, her nervous and hesitant smile came back. "U-Uh, w-wwhat's y-your name? I-I'm N-N-Namine O-Otonashii..." she said. It was a common greeting to shake hands right? And she might as well make an effort to recover from her earlier stumble. Slowly reaching across the table, she held out her hand. This boy, whoever he was, was hopefully nice and understanding. If he was, maybe she could leave without him thinking she was a total anti-social nerd.

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[Roxas Hiroaki]

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[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] words: 333 tagged: Namine notes: --- credit: JADE of KU

Roxas watched as the other blonde stammered like...well like Sora when he talked to someone who was naked...or a babbling idiot pretty much. It was kinda cute...not that he was thinking she was cute or anything! I mean...just move on with the thoughts then. Roxas looked at her...that kind of awkweird silence hanging over them when she kind of just stopped stuttering and the two just pretty much stood there in dead silence. It was kind of weird...and a little scary. I mean in high school he really didn't have many friends...let alone a girlfriend...er...friend who was a girl! Heck he was lucky to have a girl talk to him...not that...gah! The confusion of being in a teenage boy's head. With blue eyes watching her kind of stumble to start a conversation she finally got something out...still very stuttered though. 'N-a-m-i-n-e,

[/color]' he thought, saying her name slowly in his brain.

He looked at the blonde, trying ever so hard not to turn red. This was so embarrassingly awkward after all...that was the only reason right? The spiky haired freshman couldn't look her in the eyes...but if he looked down to far he would be looking at her chest...and he wasn't a perv! Well...at least not in public but isn't ever teenager at least a little bit of one? The freshman heard his voice crack when he spoke, that squeak that most boys dread when they speak. "I'm...Ro-xas.... Hiroaki,[/color]" he said, a small voice crack evident as he said that...making it so hard not to just turn bright red. He had totally turned away from his computer and tablet by now...but it was fairly easy for Namine to just see it...it was a pretty crude drawing of a table...like something of a first year art student...which he was of course.
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[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Roxas... It was a nice name. As she really took a good look at him, he seemed to be around her age. Maybe a year or so younger, but nothing huge. He seemed nervous, and his face was turning red. What was wrong? Was it because of her or because of something else? Oh no, she didn't have something weird on here or anything, did she? Frantically looking at her dress, she was relieved to say she didn't have any kind of stain or food or something on it. Looking back at Roxas, she caught sight of his tablet. Oh, he was an artist? Immediately intrigued, Namine got up from her seat, and walked so that she was now behind him. Looking her his shoulder, she looked at his drawing. It was of a table, and although it wasn't perfect, it wasn't bad either. Turning her face towards him, she smiled, consequently closing her eyes as well. "Y-Your drawing's v-very nice, R-Roxas." Opening her eyes, they widened immediately. She didn't realize exactly how close her face at gotten to his when she turned towards him. Feeling the heat rush to her face, she jumped back with a small squeak. Tripping over her own two feet, she fell right to the ground. Her face was definitely red now, and she couldn't even begin to describe how embarrassing the whole ordeal seemed to her. She'd never been that close to anyone, much less a boy, and she just had to trip of all things. Looking up a bit apologetically, she said, "S-S-Sorry R-R-Roxas. I d-d-didn't mean to d-d-do that!"

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[Roxas Hiroaki]

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[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] words: 306 tagged: Namine notes: --- credit: JADE of KU

First thing Roxas saw was Namine coming closer to him...not really hearing much of what she said. It sounded like a compliment...his words stuck in his throat like a stupid school boy...swallowing nervously as his small blush remained on his face. Then came the weirdest thing ever...her face was so close to his...his face turned even redder! I mean how easy it would be to just push his face forward an inch of two...so easy. GAH! Those seconds there with her face by his felt like an eternity...a wonderful yet confusing and frustrating eternity but an eternity none the less. The blond let out a mumble that sounded kind of like words...but then she backed up with what he thought was a blush. 'A very very very VERY cute blush...I mean...gah!

[/color]' he thought to himself as she pushed herself away and fell to the ground. The blond looked down at her as she apologized to him she sat there on the floor. The prince reaction kicked in. 'Help her up you idiot![/color]' he brain pretty much yelled to his body.

"Let me help you up...[/color]" he started. He tried to get his body off the chair but wouldn't you know it the most insane thing happened...he tripped over his own nervous feet! Of course where did he land...where do you think!? The blond thankfully managed to stop himself from totally crushing anyone or anything...but his face moved upwards to look...and what did he see but the most adorable face in the face of his teenage existence. If it was possible he got even REDDER! The spiky haired freshman tried to mumble an apology for this but...he was speechless... embarrassed...and his heart pounded like a jack hammer in his chest![/size][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Namine was about to say words of thanks to Roxas. She was glad that he was nice enough to offer to help her, yet before she could utter a word, her voice got caught in her throat. As soon as he stood up, it was like she knew what would happen, yet did nothing. When he began to fall, she closed her eyes shut tightly. "Please say he won't fall where I think he will..." she thought. However, her thoughts were useless. In a matter of seconds, she felt the weight of probably Roxas on top of her. Eyes still closed, she hesitantly opened them. Were Namine to have been standing, she would have jumped back. Seeing as she was flat on the floor, she could do no such thing. Instead, all she could do it stare at Roxas's face. She couldn't possibly be getting redder, right? Hadn't she gone to the Commons for air conditioning? Was the system broken or something? Maybe it was just her, but the temperature seemed to be rising rather than falling. And her heart was beating rapidly, she wasn't going to have a heatstroke was she?! Being rather anti-social, and also shy, Namine had never been in any situations remotely close to this. that being said, she had absolutely no idea what to do. Should she ask him to get off? Or would sh seem rude? Politeness was something she practiced, so being rude was almost unthinkable. Would Roxas himself get off first or would they just lay here for... who knows how long? Taking a breath to try to calm herself and her heartbeat, Namine attempted to speak. "Um, R-Roxas, e-eh, uh... Y-You, u-um, I-I-I, w-well...." Ceasing her efforts to make complete sentences, the blonde shut her mouth. If anything was going to happen, Roxas was going to have to do something first, because she certainly couldn't.

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[Roxas Hiroaki]

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[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] words: 308 tagged: Namine notes: --- credit: JADE of KU

Babbling like an idiot...that was his first plan. When that plan failed because everything he tried to say got caught in his throat and died a terrible death he went to plan B...stunned silence. It worked pretty well...then came the awkward blushing and being forced to stare at Namine the entire time in a very compromising position...if he didn't have any self control lets just say someone would think he was camping...if you get the meaning. The spiky haired blond didn't really mind having to look at her...or being this close to her...which is part of the problem. He of course was the first to action...being the 'good boy' or as in his family being Sora is a better analogy. He turned his head to the side, his face red as he tried to push himself up off the ground...and Namine specifically. The freshman smacked his head the first go around on the table, making an audible grunt before realizing Namine was still in the same spot...him still on top of her...making him go even redder. He pushed himself off of her, stumbling to his feet he rubbed his head before putting out his hand to help Namine up if she'd let him. The entire time he really couldn't look at her...even though the sad part was he really wanted to. His first thing to do was apologize...after all it was his fault...well really it wasn't anyone's fault but it just felt so wrong...he felt so dirty because maybe secretly...or not so secretly he liked it. He didn't looked at her when he apologized, his gaze avoiding her eyes the entire time,"S...S...Sorry...

[/color]" he managed to stumble out. Well wasn't this awkward?[/size][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Silence. Usually, she didn't mind it. But now, it was awkward and embarrassing for Namine. In this...odd suggestive position, her face was almost permanently red. Her heart hadn't slowed down, and she couldn't move or talk or do anything at all! Maybe it was her shyness, or maybe it was due to her mixed feelings about this situation. Roxas seemed nice...and it wasn't that she was scared of him or didn't like how they were- no! No, she didn't not like where she was, or, no, how could she think of how she felt without seeming mean in her mind!? Swallowing, the word came to her. Uncomfortable. She felt plain uncomfortable. Instead of not liking it, she was uncomfortable. It seemed polite and non-offending, it was perfect. Although, did that mean she liked it? well, no, it was definitely uncomfortable, but how could she like being under someone? On top of it all, someone she didn't even know! [Wow that sounded weird >.>] Or, well, not well anyways. She knew he was Roxas, but not much else. In the awkward...well, everything, Roxas moved first. She really couldn't have, though, even if she had wanted to and wasn't so frozen for who knows why. As he began to get up, he drew his gaze away from her. From what she could see, he was as red as her. He hit his head the first time, and Namine actually opened her mouth to ask if he was alright. But he was still in the same basic position, and the words were caught in her throat. Deciding to stay silent until Roxas managed to move, she almost instinctively turned her head to the side. She did that often, and it came as naturally to her as...well, as a habit. Even if Roxas wasn't looking at her anyways. As he stood up and offered his hand, he still didn't look at her. She would have felt awkward if he did, but she still felt odd when he didn't. Taking his hand to reciprocate his kind gesture, she felt the heat in her face still there. Letting go and bringing her hands together in front of her, she looked to the ground. As he apologized, she tried to speak again. "I-It's okay R-R-Roxas. I-I-It was j-just an a-accident... Th-Thanks for h-helping me u-u-up," she said. Her voice was soft, and she wouldn't have been surprised if Roxas didn't hear her. And so, she simply stood there, the awkward silence and overall atmosphere still remaining.

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