a/n: I was going to write something for Zanisha's little contest (what the hell is a renegade monkey?), but got distracted by the cuteness that is roxette.
Enjoy. :D

-x-

geeks in love

"You have got to be kidding me."

Olette turned around slowly, an apologetic smile on her face - although Roxas didn't know why; she had nothing to be sorry about - as she shrugged. "I'm afraid not. We'll just have to start over."

"But Pence and Hayner aren't here! We'll never get anything done in time!" He groaned, burying his face in his pillow.

"Hayner didn't do anything anyway."

"He provided much-needed distraction."

"Distraction from work is never needed."

"Yeah, well… Pence helped with a lot of it."

"We'll get it done."

"We're screwed."

Roxas let out a yelp when his pillow was yanked out from under him and promptly thrown at his face, forcing 'what are you doing' backwards; he choked on the question until Olette started laughing.

A grin slipped itself onto his lips (sneaky little thing) and he started laughing, too. It was a silly moment, a 'you-had-to-be-there', and Roxas wouldn't have traded it for the world.

After a minute, the pair had calmed down, and only a few giggles remained floating in the air, lazily flying around their heads. Blue eyes (like the ocean that they never got to see) met green (like the mythical four-leafed clover they could never find) and the smiles slipped away. They fell to the floor with a 'crash', the broken pieces scattered on the floorboards, but they didn't seem to notice.

It was just Olette and Roxas.

Girl and boy.

Autumn and spring.

There was no homework due tomorrow, and there were no friends currently missing in action. There was nothing but their steadily quickening heartbeats, shallow breath, and unwavering gaze, as a whispered name hesitantly stepped out of parted lips, and gently fluttered down to join the fragmented grins.

It was a spell, deep and infinitely more real than any fairy tale Olette had ever read.

But the sound of a front door slamming and "Sweetie, we're home!" caused it to break, painting a blush on the girl's cheeks; she quickly stepped backwards to put some distance between them, but a peculiar noise made her stop halfway.

The noise of crumpling paper.

Oh, no.

"Hey, what is that?"

Curious hands reached out to pick up the mysterious parchment, and eyes swimming with the sea grew wide.

(Caught red-handed.)

"Olette… we don't have to re-do the project. It's all right here."

She laughed nervously and grabbed the paper, putting it behind her back. "Oh. Well, what do you know? Um, I guess I'll just see you tomorrow then. Er, yeah. ItwasniceseeingyoubutIreallyhavetogosinceIreallyhavenoreasontobeherenowhahahaokaybye."

The door shut in his face.

Sighing, Roxas ran a hand through his hair and fell back onto the bed.

He'd never understand girls.