A/N: I own nothing. This is basically my first attempt at a drabble.
Sitting back to back in my room with him I feel complete. Alive. Happy. Complete. Like I have a heart.
His blond spikes tickle my neck because he's a helluva a lot shorter then I am and out of the corner of my eyes I can see his pale white hands on my dark black sheets. They look sad and alone so I intertwine my fingers among his.
It's silent but it feels comfortable. Nice.
He shifts slightly, rubbing his back against mine and I feel him lean his head on my shoulder now. I can see his lips, a pale pink, part slightly with each silent breath. His bright blue eyes sparkle as he looks at me but he still says nothing.
Under the neckline of his white jacket and past his black v-neck I can see his chest, pale and with only the palest of blond hairs along it. I have to turn my head for the view and my necks uncomfortable but if I go a few inches further I think I could get a glimpse of his nipples.
But I'm not gonna vandalize him like that. It wouldn't be right. But I can still think it.
He closes his eyes and I pout. I wasn't done staring; he has great eyes. The best blue ever, I swear. I've been told I have nice eyes, that they remind people of jade or just a great green but I think my eyes look like shit compared to his. It's like...I can just forget the world when I look at them.
'Roxas, when did I fall in love with you?'
His eyes open as if he read my mind and smiles at me and I smile back. His smile is great. Big and bright and warm.
"Axel..." He starts to whisper but blushes and clams up.
"What? You can tell me anything." I reassure the small blonde.
"Do you like me?" He mumbled, looking away.
"What? Of course I do Rox." I chuckle.
"Axel...can I kiss you?"
"Yeah." I grin.
We kiss and it's the greatest moment of my life.