Yay for one shot series! I'm excited which means you should be too!

They were extraordinarily happy, but it was unfortunate that no one seemed to believe them. Everyone was so sure it was the hair, it was putting two redheads into a relationship, a tight knit more-than-friendship-full-on-passionately-in-love relationship that caused all the yelling, fighting, broken things, slammed doors. When other people were around, it seemed like they couldn't help themselves, the two were constantly bickering and disagreeing and just seemed to hate each other. Secretly, silently wondering why they were even together, their individual friends would ask them. (Aqua and Demyx, constantly attacking Axel with the question; Zack never ceasing to let it go when he spoke to Reno.) Why the hell are you together?

"I love him." It was the only answer that was legitimate, that was acceptable, that the two boys even seemed to believe at this point. The red hair didn't possibly help the situation, but it wasn't the outright cause. They had both always been known to be moody, argumentative, stubborn as hell in each of their separate lives. They met one night when they were in their twenties, Reno at the three point, Axel only at the one. And they could each tell you exactly what they were doing, thinking, what the other one was wearing, and the moment their eyes met, what song was playing. It was one of those very cliche moments that everyone likes to make fun of, gag at, roll their eyes at, but very privately hope they can experience some day on their own. As Reno would always say, it was a late evening. And then Axel would argue, saying it wasn't actually late at all, only making his boyfriend roll his eyes and state that it must've been late because they met as Axel was closing the coffee shop. The two would squabble about the miniscule details, the ones that didn't really matter. It was Sunday so the shop closed earlier, Axel was trying to clean quickly to get out of there; Reno was reading and completely oblivious. They were both wearing jeans, Axel's dark and clean, Reno's tattered and worn. Reno would recall laughing about something he had read that he could no longer remember and he looked up, spotting the only other person in the shop, disgruntled and obviously annoyed as he sprayed and wiped, sprayed and wiped all the tables, except for his.

"Oh I'm sorry, are you guys closing?" Reno asked and began to close his book, grabbing his dark green canvas jacket from the back of the chair.

"We've been closing for fifteen minutes, been busy?" Axel replied, trying not to sound too aggravated, this guy was still a customer after all, but he was too occupied to bother looking up, missing his sorry face and crooked grin as he watched him spray and wipe, spray and wipe.

"No, just reading. I guess I got caught up."

"That's fine, well have a good night." And now he looked up and saw what he had almost completely dismissed. "Oh um..." He mumbled, not knowing exactly what to say at this point. Simultaneous stomach drops, heads swimming, having to force their brains to shut up, instruct their bodies not to lunge at the other, and almost immediately, the two men made the clear decision that they wanted the other. They stood awkwardly staring at each other for a few seconds, listening to the music in the background, the sad tempo and steady rhythm of Asleep surrounding them.

"Well, good night. Thanks for not kicking me out beforehand." Reno grinned as he slipped his jacket on, cradling his book under his arm.

"No problem, if you had waited any longer to finally notice me I probably would have had to."

"Who wouldn't notice you?"

The rest of it was a blur of "Hi my name is", cocky grins and a not so tentative passing of phone numbers. After two months, they were already arguing, seriously contemplating if this was a good choice, wondering if maybe they should just let it go already but then something would happen. Axel would call and Reno would feel his stomach drop again, Reno would pull up in the driveway grinning and Axel's brain would be drowning and everything they had disagreed about, fought about, it didn't matter anymore. And after three years, two apartments, a car wreck, about a million broken things and countless packs of cigarettes, the two redheads were still completely insane about each other, and when they thought no one was looking, their happiness was able to split through the seams.

Everyone would leave, privately thinking how awful the two were together, thinking about the arguments. The way Axel would throw things against the wall, purposely missing Reno's face; or the way Reno would roll his eyes as he slammed the door behind him, taking a deep breath and having to smile at how cute the other man was when he was angry; how both of them would sit in separate rooms, steaming and finally calming themselves, patiently waiting for the other to return.

"Hi." Reno would say, a coy smile on his face as he would quietly shut the door behind him, a significant contrast from earlier. Axel would look up from his book, magazine, the TV, whatever he happened to have as a distraction as he waited for his boyfriend to come home.

"Where'd you go this time?"

"Just for a drive." He would shrug as he walked over to the sofa, sitting down next to him and wrapping his arms around him and immediately, Axel would lean back into him, smiling and acting as if nothing had happened. "Are you still mad?" Reno would press his lips against the side of his boyfriend's face, speaking directly in his ear, smirking cockily, knowing that the man on the other side would only smile and roll his eyes.

"No, are you?"

"Nah. You still love me?"

"Of course." And now Axel would stretch his neck back, looking up into his lover's eyes, grinning. "And you still love me?"

"Always, yo."

They were extraordinarily happy, but it was unfortunate that no one seemed to believe them.

This will prolly be an average length of them but some will be longer and spasmodically they'll be shorter. Reviews are always appreciated!