***Haha. So I know this is a baby chapter, but at least I'm starting! This is the sequel to More Confused Than Ever, but you don't need to have read it to follow the plot. I hope you like it! Also, warning, I frequently suck at uploading often do to the nature of my life, but will keep up with this story as best as I can! Input is appreciated.***
"I've kinda missed you, Demyx," Axel said, closing the distance between their lips.
The right person had left him here alone, and he wasn't coming back. And then Axel had knocked on Demyx's door – stupid, he thought to himself-oh well. It felt good to have company anyway, even if Demyx was still angry at him.
"Whoa!" Demyx said, moving away, "This is a bad idea. You're still not over him. I know it. And…and I'm still mad at you! " he yelled, and then, feeling guilty about his outburst, took a deep breath and sat down on his bed. "I-I know you feel like shit, so I'm going to try to be nice, Axel, but Roxas was too young for you and you know it. And you insisted on screwing around with him anyway. Plus, he could feel things, and you couldn't. How is that fair, Axel?" Demyx knew he would feel guilty if he said anything too mean, but he wanted Axel to know what he thought. Axel had to know that what he'd done was wrong –what he was doing now was wrong. Still, Demyx sensed that Axel had changed since Roxas left. He was lonely. He could probably use a friend.
Axel sighed. Demyx getting upset again, he thought as he rolled his eyes. Axel could only care so much. Mostly he was annoyed. He hadn't come here to talk, especially not about Roxas. Luckily, he had some experience in dealing with Demyx's moods (could a nobody have moods?). "Listen Demyx, you know I'm a nobody. You know I would act differently if I had a heart, but I don't. I don't have feelings," he shrugged, and then pointing a finger at Demyx added, "And also, Roxas is not that young. You're projecting yourself onto him. He might be younger than you, but he's twice as mature."
Demyx watched Axel as he angrily paced back and forth. Why did Axel always pick this fight with him? Demyx was sick of it, and he would fight back. He burst off the bed, yelling, "You were his best friend Axel! Everything he knew about the world, he learned from you. I don't think that's fair, and it certainly doesn't make him mature. He was naïve if anything. All you taught him was what it's like to be manipulated and lied to. Screw you, Axel. You haven't changed at all since you got here!" He turned away and took a deep breath. He needed to calm down or this was going to get worse. Demyx hated confrontation, but he did feel very strongly about this topic. Possibly more strongly than he'd felt about anything. Roxas had been his only decent friend.
"So what?" Axel said. Demyx was making him furious. Why was Axel letting Demyx get to him like this? Usually he was so good at keeping it cool when he was displeased with people. Demyx was something else entirely right now. Maybe Demyx was right. No, he couldn't be. He wasn't there when Roxas left. He didn't know anything.
No one would miss me. Roxas's parting words. It made Axel feel sick every time he thought about it, which was why he didn't. At least not anymore. "You know what?" Axel said coolly as he walked towards the door, "I don't feel like talking about this anymore. But I hope you have a great fucking day," he yelled as he slammed the door behind him.
He leaned against the wall outside Demyx's room and caught his breath. What the hell had he expected anyway? Roxas was gone, and he was just going to have to get used to it.