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1. You get jealous.

"Well, I'm just a fool for you and I think I'm going crazy

I can't control myself or contain my thoughts

It's eating me up inside."

-Forever the Sickest Kids_Phone Call

Roxas did not believe in love and neither did he believe in infatuation.

At least... that's what he kept telling himself when the irrational tendrils of jealousy wove themselves through his internal organs, choking him with confusion. His hand made its way through his unruly blonde hair and he tried to calm his breathing. There was no reason to be jealous; Axel danced with girls all the time –why should it be any different now?

That is, if you could even label the emotion that he was experiencing as 'jealousy'. As far as he was concerned it was just annoyance at the fact that Axel had promised that they were going to the party together (as friends, of course) and Roxas had kind of hoped that that would have meant that they would have been at each other's sides the whole night.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind; his internal ramblings were starting to make no sense. Why in the world was it such a big deal that Axel had ditched him? They were not a couple. And, even in his slightly drunken state, Roxas would never admit to anyone that he wanted anything like that.

Him and Axel together?

Insanity.

His eyes drifted once more to his best friend, Axel, as he grinded along to the beat with the third slutty girl that night. Axel wasn't bad looking, so it wasn't as if he had to try hard to get the girls. Hell, all he had to do was smile at them in that seductive way of his and the girls practically dropped their pants.

And no, he had not just described his best friend's smile as seductive.

Good Charlotte's 'Keep Your Hands Off My Girl' blasted from the speakers that were placed around the room, but even one of his favourite songs couldn't get Roxas to move from the spot that he was rooted to in that crowded living room. He couldn't dance like all the other intoxicated teenagers around him, no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn't join in as they moved their bodies to the beat, hiding the fact that they were just trying to feel up their dance partner as much as possible.

No, instead he watched his best friend, drinking in the sight of his cherry red hair, as random pieces of his bangs stuck to his forehead due to the perspiration caused by dancing, and the way that his body moved to the beat.

"The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room"

The girl wasn't important.

Sure, she was pretty like every other girl at the hormone driven party, but, even as the girl's skirt rode up higher on her thighs, Roxas' eyes were trained on Axel. He tried to explain to his alcohol hazed mind that it wasn't normal to want to want to replace the girl in that scene, and have Axel's hands on him instead. That it wasn't normal to want to have Axel's face just mere centimetres from his own, or to simply just... want Axel in the first place.

Best friends don't grope each other.

Best friends don't want to grope each other.

The red head suddenly looked up and, upon catching Roxas's gaze, grinned widely. The overwhelming urge to punch the parasitic girl that had attached herself to Axel became almost too tempting to Roxas as one word ran through his mind.

Mine.

"I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a Kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist"

He froze as an arm wrapped itself around his waist and a voice whispered hotly into his ear.

"So why is pretty little Roxas making sex eyes at darling Axel?" The voice taunted quietly, "Do I sense some sexual tension between friends?"

Sex eyes.

The term used to describe the half-lidded, lust-filled gaze that an individual gives to the person that they are trying to entice.

"Sex eyes? At Axel? Ha! T-that's hilarious, Larxene." Roxas spluttered, pushing himself out of the embrace of the taller blonde. He mentally chided himself for making it so obvious that he was watching his best friend with uncensored lust. Even in the dim lighting of the room, Roxas could see one of Larxene's perfectly shaped eyebrows arch up in silent enquiry.

"So exactly why are you staring at him like you wanna fuck him right there on the dance floor?" She asked, the amusement clearly evident in her tone.

"I...uh, "Roxas searched frantically through his alcohol numbed brain for a reasonable excuse, "he's my ride home!" he almost shouted, pleased with himself for the believable lie. "Yeah...he's my ride home and he's completely drunk out of his mind and now I'm going to have to drive us home and you know that I hate driving at night because I just got my licence not that long ago and... I need more punch. Like now." And with that he turned on his heel and left.

"And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long"

XXXXX

"Hey, Rox. You ready to leave?" Axel asked when he found his shorter, blonde counterpart.

"Yeah, let's go. I'm over this party." Roxas muttered as he shrugged on his jacket and headed for the front door of Demyx's house. Axel stared at him in surprised confusion.

"What? Rox, you have to be screwing with me. You're screwing with me, right?" he looked at the blonde and, after getting no reply aside from the icy glare that Roxas sent him, threw his hands up in mock surrender.

"Dude, I will never understand you. This was like... one of the best parties that Demyx has ever thrown!" Roxas didn't say anything, he just grabbed Axel's arm and made his way to Axel's car.

XXXXX

"So did little Roxas tell you why he was sending sex eyes in the direction of Axel?" Demyx asked Larxene when she came to join him outside. The party had yet to die out and Demyx could already see the sky lightening as dawn threatened to break. But school had ended for the term and no one really wanted to go home and face reality just yet.

"He said that he was pissed 'cause Axel was 'drunk out of his mind'," she indicated the quotations with her fingers, "and that meant that he would have to drive home." Larxene answered as a smirk made itself known across her features. She seated herself next to Demyx on the grass before looking around at the thrashed backyard. She sighed. "This is going to be such a bitch to clean up."

Demyx beamed at her before dismissing her statement with a lazy wave of his hand. "We'll worry about that later. So, are you telling me that Roxas failed to notice that Axel didn't consume a single drop of alcohol tonight?"

"No. I'm telling you that our dear Roxas lied."

Demyx stretched lazily and laid himself out on the grass, resting his head on his folded hands. "Now why would Roxas lie, Larxene?"

"Roxas lied, Demyx –because we were right. Roxas is in love with Axel, but is too stupid to realise it."

Okay, so that is the first chapter. i'm hoping to make this into at least ten chapters (which is a big thing for me since my attention span is pretty much non-existent).
i'd love to hear from you! Because, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated :)

a HUGE thanks to my editor Daniel Jasper for just being amazing. Check out her stories. She's f-wording talented.

Oh, and if you have any signs of your own...please tell me. i need ideas for the later chapters XD
i'll credit you for the idea if i do use it!

i hope to get the next chapter up soon...but i am in my final year of high school so school tends to get in the way of, well, EVERYTHING.