Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts (II), Roxas, Naminé, Olette, etc.

Author's Note: WHOOO!! REMAKE!! Okay, this was fun. I admit it. It was a fun thing to do. And now that HMTMKMKM (abbreviation) is over, I needed something else for me to do in my free time! Since my first attempt at my previous story titled Pour Some Sugar On Me was basically a failure (I wasn't in my element I knew it), I changed it to fit my style! Enjoy!

Warning: GLAMOUR!! (Puts on sunglasses)

Quick Author Babble: I feel hyper, because I just ate Oreo cheesecake!

Pour Some Sugar On Me

Chapter 1: Rich and Famous

Roxas Hernandez was successful—beyond successful. He had skipped grades through elementary school, breezed by middle school, had gotten outstanding marks in all his classes in high school, and seemed to pass his exams in university in flying colors with ease. All his teachers loved him. He was always the star student. He never got picked on either because of his fantastic looks, athletics, and charm.

Roxas first became a Federal Government employee. He worked there for a few years, and made quite a lot of money and was perfectly happy with his life. One day, however, one of Roxas's best friends, Pence Lee, a play director, visited him all in a huff, saying his main character had just quit on him and that his replacement had called in sick, and that he had no one to replace him. Pence suggested Roxas, saying "he'd always been so good in acting in high school" and pleading him to do it because he had no one else.

So, out of the goodness of his heart, Roxas agreed.

He did a brilliant performance. Pence was in tears by the end of the show, especially when he got such great reviews in the paper and made so much money for the other shows he'd produced. In the crowd of the third show, however, was a famous director, looking for actors in his new movie, and decided to see the play that had gotten such good reviews.

The director consulted Roxas after the play was finished, saying he'd be perfect for the main character. And that was when Roxas had shone. That was when his acting career first budded.

That movie led to another, then another, and another! The offers never stopped coming, and Roxas couldn't bring himself to refuse. So, after much consideration, Roxas quit his job as a Federal Government employee and moved to Twilight Town, the home of budding stars.

It didn't take long before posters of Roxas were hanging on teenage girls' bedroom walls, his daily life was announced in the tabloids, he was in advertisements on television, on billboards advertising some toothpaste brand—he was being paid millions. He was drowning in money, but in a good way. No one hadn't heard of Roxas Hernandez.

And this exact article was put in the Twilight Tabloid one fine, Sunday morning, and now everyone knew about Roxas's past life.

xXx

Roxas admonished his picture from when he was seven on the cover of the Twilight Tabloid and the big, yellow font that said "HOT OFF THE PRESS: ROXAS'S PAST REVEALED!" and sighed. It wasn't even that interesting. He hadn't even told them anything. They probably just dug up scraps from his many profiles and turned them into something relatively interesting, made a huge headline, and tried to make people think it was something impressive.

Roxas wasn't even curious about what was in there. Whatever was there, he probably didn't want to see it. All he truly wanted was to get his groceries and go home.

Some people would be astonished that Roxas did his grocery shopping on his own instead of ordering or getting his butler to do it like most celebrities did. Well, maybe they wouldn't, because that was the main article in the Twilight Tabloid only a few days ago (THE BIG "R" GROCERY SHOPPING?) and it didn't have a very flattering picture with it. Roxas had his hand blocking his eyes from the bright, sudden flashes from the cameras and he was standing beside a grocery cart that bumped into some old lady since he backed into it.

But all that put aside, Roxas didn't have a butler. He didn't need a butler. No one really needed a butler. They just had them around because they were too lazy and they wanted to show off they were rich. And besides which, Roxas never was a very showy kind of person. He lived in a huge mansion, sure, but that was about as far as he would go, limousine excluded (boy, they were comfortable!). He didn't have bodyguards following him everywhere, and he didn't sport off the latest men's fashion. He didn't have a different model girlfriend every week and he didn't attend many parties that were sure to have paparazzi hanging around. He just happened to be rich and famous. He was still the same Roxas inside. He was just…well off.

Roxas started putting his groceries onto the slowly moving counter, and by the time he reached the young grocery girl behind the counter, he knew what to expect.

"OH MY GOD!" she squealed. "YOU'RE ROXAS HERNANDEZ!"

"Yeah, yeah, keep it down, will you?" Roxas begged.

He looked around. The people behind him were gaping at him.

"HEY, EVERYONE, IT'S ROXAS HERNANDEZ!" the little girl behind him cried.

People surrounded him, begging him for his autograph, taking pictures of him with their cell phones. Roxas groaned.

Maybe he should rethink hiring bodyguards.

xXx

After finally managing to pay for his groceries and racing out of the grocery store, Roxas leaped into the back of his limousine.

"Home, quick!" he ordered to the driver, looking out the back window to see fans still racing after him.

The limousine screeched off, leaving the fans astounded in the parking lot.

xXx

"Thanks, Wentworth."

Roxas thanked his driver as he stepped out of his limousine and entered his grand mansion. It looked magnificent—first there was a large array of red and yellow tulips along the huge walkway. The red tulips were in a different garden then the yellow, making the entrance seem even grander. Turquoise benches sat along the sides of the red tulips, a great place if you just want to stay outside and talk with your friends. The mansion itself was made of a sort of pinkish orange brick, with four sturdy columns standing in front of the entrance to the house, which were actually three doors. The ceiling was a vibrant green, with three windows on the very top. Big windows were scattered below the roof, and two, white walkways descended from either side of the mansion.

Roxas walked to the side of the tulips and entered through one of the three doors. Inside was just as fancy. A black and white tiled floor covered the foyer, many green plants giving life to the giganticness of it all. Everything was made of dark, perfect wood, from the drawers to the doors. Roxas breathed in the cool, lovely air, running his hand across the stony walls as he made his way to the kitchen. He loved the way the sandy stone felt beneath his fingertips.

The kitchen, unlike the rest of the mansion, was ultra-modern. The counter had a pearl top and three, round lights hung overhead, illuminating the already bright room. There were two stoves, once bigger than the other, and the tap was truly a piece of art. Roxas just had to say if he wanted hot or cold water for it to pour.

Walking over to the bowl of fruit on the counter, Roxas grabbed a red delicious apple and took a huge bite out of it. A crunch echoed through the room. Roxas sighed. It was kind of boring with only him here, and it got kind of creepy when it got darker. Roxas got lonely when his friends weren't around, but he couldn't be out in public until things died down.

As if reading his mind, the doorbell rang.

Roxas lazily stood up, disposed of his apple core and trekked through the long hallway up to the door. Opening the door, a girl with dark brown hair messily tied into braids and bright green eyes stood before him.

"Hi, Roxas!" she chirped.

"Hi, Olette," Roxas replied.

Olette Rodriguez was a friend of Roxas's that he'd met when he first got to Twilight Town. She was a photographer. Her photos were usually put in displays. Flowers and sunsets were her main things to take pictures of.

"I just thought I'd stop by and see how your tulips are doing!" she explained. "I've been waiting forever to get the perfect shots of them and they were truly the best I've seen from the beginning! Of course, I have to wait until they're fully grown…"

Olette looked a little troubled by this. She was very nice and understanding but quite impatient.

"I think they're as full as they're going to get," Roxas replied, thinking about the luscious flowers.

"Great!" she chirped. "Do you mind…?"

"No, of course not!" answered Roxas before she even finished the question.

She smiled gratefully and walked over to the yellow tulips, which were closest. Roxas followed her outside and closed the door behind him.

"Yes, perfect color, perfect shape, perfect size!" Olette said, shaping her fingers like a camera lens and admonishing the tulips through them.

She grabbed for the real camera around her neck and knelt down, deciding on a perfect position. She took quite a while doing this. Finally, she snapped a picture. She turned her thin form left, then right, then backwards, then forwards, snapping pictures every time she changed position.

"So, Olette…" Roxas began, feeling quite awkward with the silence, "any good pictures lately?"

"No," Olette replied swiftly. "Nothing special, anyway. But I'm sure these will turn out great!"

She turned and gave a friendly smile before getting back to work. Roxas smiled too. This was why Olette was his friend—she knew him for him. She barely acknowledged the fact that he was a famous movie star. She didn't think of him as a character in a movie, or some picture hanging on her wall. To her, Roxas was Roxas, nothing more, nothing less.

"Hey, Olette, Roxas!"

Turning his head to see who had called his name, Roxas broke into a grin. Hayner Anderson, another friend he'd met earlier on in Twilight Town, was racing towards them, a loose, red tie flapping in the wind.

Hayner, another young, successful twenty-five year old like Roxas and Olette, was taller than Roxas, with a light blond buzz cut and playful, brown eyes that were always twinkling mischievously. He was on the famous basketball team, the Twilight Tigers and was quite rich himself. Hayner, much like Olette, ignored the fact that Roxas was a movie star. Sometimes, however, he'd bring up things like a billboard he saw that had Roxas smiling goofily, or brought the tabloids over to make fun of him. That's how Roxas had been familiar with the grocery store article.

"Thought I'd come over and talk to you about the deodorant commercial I saw last night with you in it..." Hayner said, plainly speaking to Roxas and not succeeding in keeping a straight face, "but here you are...with Olette. Hi, Olette!"

"Shush!" Olette hushed him, taking a few steps back and trying to decide what angle she would take from.

"Gee, someone's uptight today!"Hayner cried, rolling his eyes. "I was just being polite!"

He snapped his mouth shut as Olette glared at him most piercingly and pulled at his red tie nervously.

Roxas eyed his fancy getup. He was wearing grey, dress pants and a white, long-sleeved shirt with a red tie, and his shoes were shiny, clearly polished, black dress shoes.

"What's with the fancy getup?" Roxas asked.

"Coach made us come to some boring banquet," Hayner replied, releasing a fake yawn. "There was an important speech during it."

"What was it about?" Roxas questioned.

"I don't know, I fell asleep as soon as the guy started talking," Hayner answered.

Olette clacked her tongue disapprovingly.

"What?!" Hayner snapped defensively. "It was boring! Plus, I usually fall asleep after I eat!"

Olette looked at him and rolled her eyes before turning back to her camera and trying once again to get into the perfect position.

"But you're right," Hayner agreed, turning back to Roxas. "This tie is stupid."

"Ah ha!" Olette cried suddenly. "That's it!"

She placed her hands on the camera and looked ready to take the shot. Hayner pulled of his tie, and just as the camera flashed it went soaring into the yellow tulips, bending three of them.

"HAYNER!!" Olette shouted, looking like she could kill the brown-eyed man. "I JUST GOT INTO THE PERFECT POSITION!! HOW COULD YOU RUIN THAT SHOT FOR ME??"

"Ah...Olette...it was a complete accident...Terribly sorry..." Hayner stuttered.

"If I were you, I'd start running," Roxas suggested, looking at Olette's green eyes, which looked like they were spitting fire.

Hayner gulped and raced off, but was slowed down slightly by his black dress shoes which were pinching his feet. Olette chased after him, swinging her camera like a weapon.

"Calm down, Olette!" Roxas laughed, leaning over and picking up Hayner's battered tie and sprucing up the tulips that were bent. "You can try another time."

Olette stopped running and gave Hayner a dirty look before returning back to her original position. After she took the picture, after about fifteen minutes of deciding the best angle, they went inside to watch television. The living room was beautiful. It was circular, with three, glass windows that the sunlight gorgeously shone through. Couch chairs of red, khaki, and orange were generously spread out, and an ornate, glass table in the middle had a vase of lilies sitting upon it. Four grand, white columns were to the side of the entrance, and the living room led out to one of the walkways on the side of the mansion.

But what caught Hayner's eye most was the gigantic, hundred and ten inch television set that sat upright against the otherwise blank wall. Roxas could tell because he plopped down on the nearest comfy chair to the television and switched it on.

"Roxas, you have the best home ever."

Hayner sighed happily and leaned back comfortably in his chair as he switched through the near thousand channels.

"Agreed," Olette said, sitting down in her own chair but not paying much attention the television, but more out the window at the beautiful scenery of the garden. "It's so lovely, Roxas. Sometimes I wish I had as much money as you. I'm so incredibly jealous."

Roxas felt a little shocked and dismayed at the fact that Olette was now talking about his stardom when she usually avoided the subject.

"Hey, let's not talk about that," Roxas said. "Can't we talk about something else?"

His voice was sorrowful, almost pleading.

"Yeah, sure," Hayner remarked, breaking into a grin. "About that deodorant commercial..."

This was Roxas Hernandez's life. Easy, rich, famous. He had friends that tuck by him. He'd never had any problems that made him stop. He had never cursed his life once. Yet sometimes he couldn't help but think it was a blessing, but somehow also a punishment. He had never had a girlfriend. Ever. No girl had ever gotten the strength to ask him out. They all thought he was too good for them.

Yes, he was at the top. But no one else seemed to reach it except him, and oh, it was so lonely at the top, and all he could do is sit there, waiting. Waiting for someone to come and be at the top with him, hoping that someone might bring him down from the top, save him from the eternal loneliness that he'd suffered through. But no one ever came.

The first chapter is done! My only request is to read and review, review, review! I'll accept any review, seriously. Bad or good, it doesn't matter. I just love hearing what you think, and seeing what I could adjust would be simply fantabulous! So, just, you know...

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