Warning:shounen ai
Pairing: HaynerxRoxas
POV:third person. It probably sounds very wonky, since I'm used to writing in first person.. sorry :/
Chapter one, enjoy. There probably will be just one chapter after this, though.. Not too much of a wait, eh?
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Roxas doesn't know why, but his dreams are usually filled with the clearest of blue skies. The soft cerulean colors dive into the ultramarine blue of the sea. Nothing ever seems to matter in the stark blue paradise. It's a place where the real world just falls away and crumbles into nothing. To say the least, they're usually very calming dreams. One telltale sign that Roxas knows things are changing around him is when the dreams change. And in this particular lucid dream, he can't figure out why one of his best friends is emerging out of the water. He can't figure out why Hayner is wearing only shorts. And Roxas can't figure out why he's willingly pushing himself up against his friend, as their lips nearly touch.
This dream doesn't mean anything, does it?! His worried mind asks himself, still caught in the dream. Still coming closer to a kiss.
It's so real how he can almost hear his heart beating in his ears. How he can hear Hayner's heartbeat too. How he can stare into Hayner's brown eyes and know that they both feel a bit uncertain and tentative.
But then it's over.
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"Wake up, man!" Roxas groans as someone pushes down on his chest. It's almost as if someone's bouncing on top of him on his cozy bed and as he opens his eyes to check—
It's Hayner grinning down at him. "You sleep like a log! Come on, we're supposed to go meet Pence and Olette." The slightly older teenager stays on top of his friend, in a position that one would almost assume he was attempting chest compressions.
Roxas is still in too much of a daze to comprehend anything that's being said. He's definitely too much in a daze to figure out why his friend's in his house, in his room. Wearily he's trying to push Hayner's arms off of him, struggling as his head falls from side to side. "Hayner, come on." He mumbles under his breath to his energetic friend. The sun is peeking through his window shades, and with the amount of light on his eyes it's amazing he wasn't woken up by that alone. Instead, it took this.
Reluctantly the taller boy swings his legs off the bed, still using Roxas' lithe body as a balancing beam to get back down to the floor. "It's fine if you want to miss all of the sea salt ice cream. School got out two weeks ago, and the rest of the gang's pretty restless for some." In the pit of his stomach Roxas only feels pain and disgust. He doesn't have an appetite. His face even starts to show some of the disgust.
"Maybe some other time, okay?"
His energetic friend doesn't want to let him go that easy. The mention of their favorite summer treat was supposed to be enough to jolt Roxas awake. Instead he looks pale and sick. Hayner doesn't realize he's being pushed away as he stands and looms over Roxas. His cocky attitude is something that refuses to give up.
"Roxas, you love the stuff, come on." With a hint of a smile he moves his arm forward and prods Roxas. Hayner knows there's no real reason that Roxas has to come. Roxas is just the always invincible member of their group that's always present when nobody else is. And for some reason, Hayner... likes it better when Roxas is around. He's gotten used to him. When Roxas first moved to Twilight Town, back when it was just him with Pence and Olette, he was the most resistant to letting the awkward new kid in around them. Roxas turned out to prove more then worthy when Seifer's gang would come around. He wasn't the type to just lie down and take other's crap.
Hayner admired him for it.
But Roxas was still in bed, vehemently denying Hayner's advances. He was brushing his friend's hand off, trying to turn around; trying to do anything he could to ignore the other boy. "What's your problem today?" Hayner inquired softly. Roxas was pulling the covers up over his head, only for Hayner to pull them back down. They were both getting frustrated.
"Why don't you just go home Hayner!" Roxas exclaimed in a huff, sitting up and turning to face his friend. The most exasperated look was on his face. "I don't want to go anywhere! I don't want to get any damn ice cream! And I don't want to hang out with you anymore!" The words were spilling out of him faster then he could think. Roxas sat in bed with his hands on his knees, staring at the other teenager, desperately pleading that he leaves.
"I... Uh..." Hayner starts to feel completely useless as he mumbles and stutters. With a hand rubbing the back of his neck, he just doesn't know what to say. He's never felt so... rejected before.
"Uh.. Maybe... some other time then..." His voice sounds far off and preoccupied. He just simply doesn't want to really listen to Roxas.
"Maybe!" Roxas lets out a huff before throwing himself back into bed. He closes his eyes tightly, straining his hearing for the sounds of Hayner leaving.
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It's been three days and still Roxas hasn't been around the gang. He hasn't been to the usual spot, and doesn't seem to have even left his house recently. Nothing much memorable has happened for the three teens. Olette spends her time trying to usher them into happiness, saying it can work without Roxas without actually saying his name. It's exactly the sort of words nobody wants to hear. Pence shows interest in trying to get better so he can enter the end-of-summer Struggle tournament as well. He isn't bad, just sort of clumsy when it comes to speed. Hayner's reluctant to train against his friend as Olette argues that fighting each other is counterproductive.
But it's something.
Summer seems rather meaningless without the missing blue eyed dirty blonde teen.
To Hayner, at least.
Right this minute he's thinking of Roxas, and right this minute Roxas is thinking about him. Roxas is convinced he's under some sort of curse because his dreams haven't changed at all. In fact, sometimes they just go further. Roxas actually gets to meet his friend's lips. They kiss and the world spins, but then he always wakes up.
Hayner beats Pence for the hundredth time. The two both chuckle and laugh about it. Olette's swinging her legs, bored, as she watches them start again.
Roxas lives in bed, sleeping for twenty sporadic hours a day, trying to get the dreams to change.