(A/N): I don't own Kingdom Hearts, :P For all of those reading "I am a pirate, you are a princess"? Well... I kinda lost my inspiration, and it'll take a while for me to get the next chapter up. I swear that I'm not giving up on it, though. Just taking a break.
Here's a story to fill in the boredom with me that you get. I've been trying to wait til I finish "I am a Pirate.." to upload this, but the impatience got the best of me. So without further ado...
Let me stop right there, and explain what this entire ordeal is about. Or maybe, I'll just introduce myself. My very name should just be a given as to what you're about to hear. Or maybe not. Maybe, by some miracle, YOU haven't heard. YOU have no idea what it's like living in such a place when such a situation rises. But anyway, the point is, this is a story. About me.
Hi, my name is Roxas Strife, and I am a student at Twilight Town High School at the age of fifteen-going-on-sixteen. Just saying. Two years ago, a story about me would bore you to tears. I'm average, what can I say? I have a twin brother, older than me by two minutes. I live in a small house with said twin, two parents(one man, one woman), and a cat named Ventus. My favorite food is ice cream, I don't drink or smoke, I haven't been to a party since I was nine, and the worst cliche of all-
I fell in love.
But mind you, this is where the story gets interesting, where I myself suddenly become interesting to the majority of females everywhere. This is where the drama started. This is where my brother and I got into the biggest fight of all, and it was something as simple as that stupid, four-letter word.
L-O-V-E.
Crazy right? Wrong. Love does that sometimes.
The thing is, I fell in love with a guy. Not just ANY guy though. No this guy had to be someone that was so off-limits to me, that you wouldn't even begin to believe.
Because in the beginning, I was in love with my brother's boyfriend.
And in the end? Well, you'll just have to figure it out as we go along.
The worst thing to ever have happened, happened today, June 31rst. It took place in my living room, where I assumed nothing bad could ever happen.
My twin brother, Sora, stood before us other family members holding the hand of a taller boy. A MUCH taller boy, if I may add. Putting someone about 6'3" next to someone around 5'2" is like putting Bigfoot next to your average bear. The taller boy had red hair, and deep green eyes that caught me, transfixed, whenever I peered into them. This tall, redheaded boy was the very boy that I'd had a crush on since Freshman year, last year.
It was art class, first day, when I had met him. The room was serene and warm, a place where I could find peace. It was darker than my other classes, because the teacher solely relied on using the light pouring in from the windows to light the classroom. Something about the true beauty of the Earth being greater than we give it credit for, he'd said.
When the redhead walked in, I suddenly believed in this 'overlooked beauty' theory as well. He was tall, and gorgeous, I'd taken note to that immediately. And then I got to the very fact that it was indeed a 'he' I'd been staring at, gawking at for who knows how long. Embarrassed, I looked the other way.
Quickly, I got to work on getting ready for class. I grabbed one of the tables meant for two in the back of the class, and sat alone. No one that I knew, or better yet liked, had decided to take art with me. Sora was finishing out his Phys. Ed. Hayner had Culinary with Pence, and Olette was in Home Ec. Being the shy person that I am, I decided that sitting alone wouldn't be that bad. I pulled out my notebook, and waited for the teacher to begin.
Not five minutes after I decided on soloing it out through the class did the chair next to mine scrape out, someone occupying the hard plastic seat beside mine. I rose my gaze to see that the space had been taken by that gorgeous redhead.
Well, that's how I knew. Right then and there, my sexual orientation did not matter. Floating through school with good grades, no matter what the price, was no longer my priority. I had to have this...this guy, who's name I didn't even though.
On cue, he smiled, speaking with a voice so familiar it made my skin crawl.
"The name's Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
Shocked, all I could do was nod. Nod, and stare.
His eyes took me off guard first. They were green, green like emeralds and so very beautiful. His smile let a casual feel slip into our atmosphere tense and awkward moment. At least, that's how it felt to me. Tense and awkward. One of those should've been my middle name.
"What kid? Cat got your tongue or something? What's your name?" He asked, chuckling.
It's moments like this that make me want to scream. I mean, seriously? What am I supposed to do? This gorgeous person here next to me has asked me my name, and no, I'm not normal. I can't just tell him, and be done with it. I've always had this problem around people that I don't know. I'm afraid I'll stutter, speak too loudly, too softly. I'll say something completely ridiculous.
I ALWAYS manage to say something ridiculous.
I swear. This one time, this guy named Terra came up to me and introduced himself, and I just started going on and on about how I found my cat having sex with the couch. It didn't stop for about five minutes, and I made a complete fool of myself.
I could not let that happen. Not this time.
The possibility of just staying quiet came to mind- maybe then he'd leave me alone. Besides, beautiful and interesting people with dark, emerald-colored eyes aren't meant to cross paths with average people like me.
"Hey kid, I was talking to you? Didn't ya hear me? I asked you what your name is."
Never mind. Looks like that approach to this ordeal wouldn't be usable.
So, I braced myself, turned to the beautiful boy, and said...
"Did you know that tablecloths were originally meant to be served as towels, with which dinner guests could wipe their hands and faces after eating?"
He raised one red, painfully thin eyebrow at me, and chuckled again.
"Is that what you do with your tablecloths here?" He asked.
I almost didn't hear it over the sound of the ranting in my head. The voices in my head were arguing again, as they usually did at times like these. It's nothing important, but for the sake of your curiosity, it went a little something like this.
SmartRoxas: You are so dense. Seriously, I can't believe you just said that.
StupidAwkwardAnnoyingMy-Cat-fucked-a-couchRoxas: I kkknnnooooooowwww grovelcrysobcry
Just saying. But anyway, back to the sex god sitting next to me.
"Um, no. Not really, I'm just...socially awkward, I don't have many friends. My cat once had sex with my couch, um..."
He stared at me a bit before I got the courage to talk again. It was a painfully awkward silence, I'll say. It must have carried on for a million minutes. His expression was the same, that one eyebrow suspended in a confused motion. Then it happened. For one minute, smart Roxas seemed to have control of my brain.
"Roxas. My name is Roxas."
And just like that, it started. The never ending beginning of how I destroyed what little hope that I'd ever overcome my awkwardness was erased.
And oh yeah. I fell in love.
I was as sure about this as I was sure that my couch still had stains from Ventus' little 'fun time'. Staring at that spot, I was avoiding the emerald eyes of the man I soulfully wanted to have sex with every day for the rest of my life. The man that I wanted to love and care for. The man I fell in love with.
The man that made me feel like it was okay to be my awkward, awkward self around.
How comfortable I am when I'm usually around him didn't matter right now.
Why?
The first time, in a long time, I really felt like crying.
I couldn't though, not yet.
Because Axel had yet to take his eyes off of me.
