because no one had ever cared about her like he did.

real

namine/hayner

hayner is an awkward boy, namine probably knows this more than anyone. maybe. because it always seems as though he's there when she smiles and when she laughs, and she's always seems to smile and laugh a bit more easily when hayner is around, acting his usual goofy self.

but that doesn't mean that she likes him… right?

to be honest, namine isn't quite sure herself. all summer, she sits at the very top of sunset hill with hayner and his friends as the joke and play tag or sit with their ice cream and their legs dangling off the side of the hill directly above the train tracks and watch. just watch, because that's what she likes to do. sometimes she'll bring her sketchpad and maybe start on a sketch of the four of them in the orange light, be she never finishes and more of the pages are full of doodles drawn by people other than herself than of her own drawings

but namine is okay with that.

because there's a reason why she never finishes her sketches.

that reason is hayner, and hayner himself. more often than not, namine would find herself staring at hayner as he moved, danced in the fading sunlight, swore as his forgotten ice cream melted off his stick and as he laughed afterward, licking his sticky hand to get a taste of what he missed.

namine never finished her drawings, but she always finished hayner in them.

"so are you gonna tell me what you're always drawing in that book of yours?" hayner questions teasingly one particularly warm afternoon. that day the five of them are sitting comfortably on the station tower, slurping down ice cream bars like soup instead of biting into them. roxas, olette and pence are all wrapped up in their own conversation and are all whispers a mere two feet away, but hayner's attention is focused on namine and that slightly surprises her.

she knows that the question is rhetorical; she doesn't have to answer it if she doesn't want to.

but she smiles because hayner is there to make sure she is. she laughs and means it because hayner wants her to be happy. even if he didn't mean it, everything that she'd felt lately was all because of him. so she flips the notebook closed and looks straight into hayner's eyes, cocking her head slightly to the side as she holds the book up to her chin, like it's a presentation. and she opens it to the very first page.

"nothing."

18 august 2008, 8.45 pm

n o t e ;; just a wtf fic to get my creative juices sturring. didn't work, but i liked the idea of a namine/hayner fic. meh. who knows.