Hey! Well, this is my very first fanfiction...

Hope you like it!

Review, but I don't want any flames—constructive criticism is alright, though (:

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.

S c ri bb l e s

The sounds of the scribbles she lightly forced onto the paper filled his mind, and he focused on nothing else but her.

Her blond bangs fell into her eyes as she bent over her sketchbook—he frowned at the lack of attention. She seemed not to notice him, though he knew very well that she was aware of his presence. After all, Roxas was known for his noisy entrances.

"Hmm," she mumbled to herself, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Ugh!" Forcefully, she gripped the pencil and dug the eraser into the thin paper. A single line out of place, no doubt—he smiled. Naminé was such a perfectionist.

"Easy there," he couldn't help but remark as Naminé glowered at her sketchpad. At the sound of his voice, she looked up—her light brow furrowed in agitation, and she sighed.

"I just can't seem to draw today," she grumbled, gently placing the sketchpad on the white table.

Roxas couldn't stifle his curiosity. "What are you drawing, anyway?"

"Just you."

"Oh?" He scratched his head awkwardly.

"Yes…but your hair is so difficult!" Naminé traced the outline of his hair into the air absentmindedly. "See, it spikes up right there…and then it goes back down…and that curve over there…oh!" She exclaimed in frustration. "You, Zexion, and Marluxia are the absolute worst."

"The worst?" His face cringed in sarcastic hurt.

Naminé giggled. But her amused expression quickly shifted to one of puzzlement. "Why are you here, anyway, Roxas?" she asked, motioning to the white room around her.

Roxas could have told her the truth: Oh, I am just kinda weirdly in love with you. But he didn't. Rather, he said, "Er, just wanted to say 'hi'…"

She snickered. "Sure, but you said 'hi' when you visited me last time, thirty minutes ago."

Roxas said nothing.

"Roxas?"

Silence. He couldn't meet her gaze, for fear that everything would fall out. He cast his own eyes towards the door, until closing the blue orbs slowly.

Time passed; Roxas sighed to himself at this realization. Eventually he would have to tell her. At one point in his existence, the boy would have to tell the girl his feelings. And what better time than now?

He gulped. Okay. He was going to do this.

"N-Naminé..." he stammered quietly, opening his eyes.

He jerked backwards when he a pair of bright, large eyes staring at him intently came into view. He stifled the urge to pull away when he realized Naminé was standing inches away from his face. Her sugary breath filtered pleasantly onto his face. He couldn't remember what he was going to say.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he stammered when she didn't speak.

"Just getting your face right…" She tentatively raised a finger and stroked his nose.

"How's that working out?"

Naminé wrinkled her nose—a familiar gesture that Roxas adored. "It's really hard," she admitted.

"Really?" he said absently, and without knowing he was really doing it, he touched her wrinkled nose.

"Well, it's hard to draw a pretty face, because if you mess up, it isn't pretty anymore." Namine explained breathlessly.

Roxas' eyes widened. He was so startled that he couldn't even force a typical "did-she-just-say-that" kind of thought out of his stunned brain. The boy's cheeks were tinted with pink, more than a little baffled by her words. I think she just called me pretty... he thought, but even his mind sounded distant. All he could hear was Namine's heavy breathing, obviously surprised at the words that had spilled out of her lips.

He felt a deeper crimson creep onto his face when Naminé leaned forward…

…and softly pressed her lips against his.