A/N: I made this little beauty with the prompt "sunflower," as given to me by the oh-so-lovely warm.summer.nights during the last possible day of her challenge because I am an evil procrastinating whore, uh-huh. I always imagined sunflowers with Olette, don't ask why, but that's how this came about. Please read and review!

Sunflowers

Sunflowers were always her favorite. She likes others too, to be sure; but sunflowers always knew how to get the most sun, the most life, out of anything. All the other girls thought sunflowers were so ugly and hardly romantic. Carnations and roses were obviously prettier, and because she said that when she was six years old, she was shunned by all the girls in Twilight Town.

It's been a while since then. She's ditched her tiny dresses for capris and tank tops, left her superficial friends for three boys in her year: Hayner, a confident blond who wants to be the next big something; Pence, a smart hacker and brilliant photographer; and Roxas, a sweet, agreeable boy with a weakness for sea-salt ice cream.

Sometimes her older sister makes frowns at her little sister and says she'll become a tomboy soon if she doesn't watch out, but most days that's not such a problem for Olette.

She's very very happy with them, with her boys.

She still remembers what it was like to be alone, how darkness creeps in and how she's still scared of it. She's so frightened of the world when it's without a sun.

It's a secret she won't really tell, because it doesn't really matter when she's with her boys, when she's with Hayner and Pence and Roxas. Because she's very very happy with them.

She thinks boys have it much better. They just get to do whatever they want and all they really worry about is what fun they should have the next day or training for the Struggle tournament.

And it's nice to be able to skateboard wherever she wants, since the boys like skateboarding and they like teaching it to her too.

Olette likes racing down the common districts with her boys the best. She finds that it's so easy to forget about things when she's skating with them, when she's letting the hills carry her downtown, carry her to the sandlot, carry her to the usual spot, carry her wherever the sun is headed.

Because Olette is living for the only thing she knows, and the boys are, too.

And so she won't let go of them for anything.

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