A/N: Since I've suddenly had a number of sparks to write Twilight Town friendship fics, I've decided to change the first (since it can also work like an intro chapter) into a multiple chapter fic and just dump all of them there. It'll be easier on me, and since I make a few references every now and then, it'll be better for the reader too. Plus, like this, I can build up more on the characters and even write a few arcs if something comes to mind. But since this fic is mostly just a bunch of shorts with no collective story, don't expect quick updates. Thanks for reading!

Am I Getting Fat?

Olette walked along the sidewalk of Twilight Town's Market Street, humming softly to herself. She was trying to distract her thoughts from recent events, especially those that concerned her mother.

It happened every now and then. Probably once every week, her mother would suddenly say something along the lines of: "Why don't you visit the neighbor's daughter?" or "I hear a few girls from your class are going shopping tomorrow. Go and join them why don't you?" and every now and then, the direct: "Why do you hang out with boys?"

Olette pushed the wire gate open, stepping into the Usual Spot. Over on the sofa was Pence, fiddling with his trusty camera. Next to him was Roxas, who was busy repairing his skateboard (he shouldn't have taken Hayner's dare to skate on top of the tram) while he talked animatedly with Hayner, who was throwing darts at a picture of Seifer that was taped to the dartboard (why did he have that photo in the first place?).

As she sat down next to Pence, her thoughts wandered back. She understood her mother's concerns, but she was just fine. Besides, the girl next door was the definition of blonde, and there were certain perks to having guy friends. Like right now.

"Am I getting fat?"

The effect was quite astounding. All activity in the room ceased, as three pairs of eyes locked on to her. Hayner didn't even cheer when he got Seifer right in the ***. Olette fought the urge to laugh. Even though they constantly hung out with her, they had no idea how to handle situations that were sensitive to girls. It was why teasing them like this was so much fun. She managed to restrain herself to a small smile as she looked the boys trying to figure out the right response. The way they knew girl situations, they would think that answering yes could mean an outburst of tears, and to say no would mean an afternoon of 'are you sure?'.

"Well?" she asked, getting up and pacing to the center of the room. "Pence?"

Pence. The first one her mother had approved of. Obviously, the reason was his spotless record. Well, almost spotless. He had gotten detention once, the day he bought his camera, for not letting it go during a lab experiment. He was the above average boy, not the type you would put on a pedestal, but a step above the norm in terms of brains. Her mother had allowed their friendship hoping it would help with her studies. Turned out that she was the more studious one, while he kept going on about photography and computers.

Pence shifted uncomfortably. "Well, just check your weight or something. That should tell you."

Olette smiled. It was such a textbook answer, just like him. That's the way he was smart. If he was given a book report, he'd go over said book once, and know all the needed details.

"Roxas?" she asked, turning to the blonde skater.

Roxas. The second one her mother had approved of. At first, she had practically forbidden any form of contact between the two. His skater boy appearance (which was who he really was) had rattled the woman's nerves a bit. But when she had actually gotten one conversation in with the boy, she was quite impressed at how polite he was, as well as his manners. Even Olette was surprised. But when she confronted him later, he just smirked and said, "With a mom like yours, it's just a matter of what to say and how to say it."

Yes, Roxas was smart in his own way as well. He would always be the one to inject reason into a situation. Olette had actually seen an upperclassman ask him for tips about a class in Logic. If he was given a book report, he would only read one in every ten pages and still manage to piece the story together.

Olette watched his face. From the small upward turn at the corner of his mouth, he had already figured out that she was just messing with them. Well, it was fun watching him struggle for a bit anyway. He turned his attention back to the skateboard on his lap.

"I dunno, if your clothes don't feel any tighter or anything, then nothing's changed," he said, playing along.

"Hayner?"

Hayner. Technically, her mother still hadn't approved of him yet. She had once said that the boy was 'still under observation'. The only reason she allowed Olette to hang out with him was because Roxas was his best friend, thinking that the skater would keep him in line. Unfortunately, it was the other way around, with Hayner pushing Roxas over the line every now and then (hence the busted skateboard).

Hayner was a different kind of smart, besides being a smart-aleck and having a smart mouth. He was smart in an inventive way, thinking of their group's little schemes. It's why he was the (unofficially appointed) leader. If he was given a book report, he wouldn't read it at all, guessing the story from the title alone, throwing caution to the wind, whether it worked or failed. Actually, he was given a book report and he did write it only knowing the title. He got an F, along with several reprimanding comments from various teachers and surprisingly one nice comment from the composition teacher, saying he should write more often, though not for book reports.

"Well, Hayner?" Olette pressed.

He looked at her with a serious face. "You want a straight answer?"

She was a little taken aback but nodded. Hayner suddenly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her and embracing her slender waist. She stood there, frozen with surprise, not knowing how to react. Finally, as fast as it happened, Hayner stepped back.

"Nah, it doesn't feel like you put on any weight."

"Huh?"

"I said: It doesn't feel like you put on any weight." His expression was perfectly neutral.

"Oh, r-right," she agreed, her mind still frazzled. So he had hugged her to feel whether or not she had gotten fatter. She guessed it was effective, but it really threw her head for a whirl. "Er... I think I have an errand to run." Her head still spinning, she left the Usual Spot in a hurry.

Roxas couldn't hold it in any more. He laughed out as hard as he could. "She's gonna kill you when she figures it out," he said, when he quieted down. "Or worse, take you shopping."

"Wait, I don't get it," Pence said. "How would Hayner know by hugging her? It's not like they've hugged before, so he can't compare. Or have you?" he asked, looking at Hayner.

"Of course not!" Hayner's once passive face was starting to turn red.

"Yeah, I thought so," Roxas answered, smirking. "Either way, he just wanted an excuse to hug her."

"That's not it!" Hayner objected. The red in his face betrayed his expression. "I just wanted to tease her is all."

"Whatever you say," Roxas said, turning back to his skateboard.

"But Roxas is right you know," Pence said, a smile creeping on to his face. "Olette will figure it out eventually, and you're gonna get it."

That was who Olette was to them. Their friend who would keep them in line, out of trouble, and occasionally administering punishments herself. Without her, who knows what kind of trouble the three would have gotten into. It was how their gang operated. Hayner thinks of something, Roxas and Pence figure out how to make it happen, and Olette talks them out of it just in the nick of time. She allowed mischief once in a while, but she always looked out for them. They all looked out for each other in their own way.

"Oh well. She's probably gonna drag us along to go shopping," Hayner said, smirking.

"What do you mean us?" Roxas asked. "You're the manipulative one."

"Come on!" Hayner begged. "You know I won't last long alone! Besides, she really enjoys shopping with all of us."

"Alright, alright."

"Fine."

Each of them resumed their own activities, a momentary silence settling between them.

"So..." Hayner began. "Do you think she really put on weight?"

"Yep."

"Definitely."

Hayner nodded. "Yeah, I thought so too."

A/N: I've always wanted to do a Twilight Town friendship fic, but I've never had any half-decent ideas. And I thought that while I'm at it, just throw in a touch of HaynerxOlette.

My dad once gave me advice on how to answer when girls asked this (in a situation where they really have gotten fat): Lie like your life depended on it. Still, only one girl so far has asked me that question, and I honestly answered no, though everyone said it was because I spend so much time with her that I don't notice the change. That's how I thought of hugging as a way to answer such a question. And yes, I thought it was a pretty good excuse to get away with hugging her without it getting too much attention. I figured Hayner would be the type to think the same. Anyway, review plz!