Prologue;;
"Axel," came a young blond's voice, "stop it! I'm… I'm sorry! Ha ha…"
Axel grinned as he pinned the other boy to the ground. "Roxas, you little punk!"
In Roxas' hand, which was stretched above his head against his will, was a red fire truck. The green-eyed redhead that was towering over him in the sandbox was grinning evilly. His right hand held Roxas' wrist that held the toy to the ground and his left hand was tickling under his other arm. "Give me back my truck! You know it's my favorite toy, Roxas!" He whined to his giggling best friend.
"Fine! Just… ha ha, let me go, Axel!" Roxas, who was currently in hysterics, cried out.
The much taller, skinnier boy hesitantly pushed himself off of the sandy ground. Roxas immediately stood up and brushed of his sandy clothes. "Here! Geez, I was just playing. Don't be a baby about it!" He extended his arm and opened his hand to reveal the shiny red truck. Axel gently lifted his trinket from Roxas' hand and held it up to the sun, marveling at the shine that reflected off of the glossy red paint. The plaything was very small, just about the length of five pennies lined up and the height of two peanut-butter cups stacked together, but it was extremely detailed and realistic. It was apparent that a lot of time was put in to making it. Axel smiled, tightening his grasp. It looked like he was pondering something very hard, before coming up with his conclusion.
"Roxas?"
"Hm?" Roxas asked, tilting his head a bit to the side.
"You can have it."
"R-Really!?", Roxas gasped, "But it's your favorite toy! Your Dad gave it to you before he--"
Axel nodded and handed Roxas the truck. He was smiling, as the younger boy took the red miniature vehicle into his hands. "Take care of it, okay?"
He began to walk away as a red sports car drove up. The woman in the driver's seat was gabbing loudly on her cellular phone, probably arguing, as usual. She honked the horn twice while staring ahead, her facial features rigid. The redhead's feet sped up slightly.
"Hey, Axel! Wait…"
He stopped, turned, and watched as his friend rushed over to him.
"Thank you, Axel."
The blond leaned forward and gently kissed Axel's right cheek, before running off, back to the sandbox.
Axel was blushing, his mouth slightly agape. He turned back to his Mother's car, rushing to it. He hopped into the back seat, put on his seat belt, and slammed shut the door, while listening briefly to his Mom's conversation. Apparently, she was debating about something with a co-worker. Of course.
He peered out the car window, pressing both hands and his face to the glass. Roxas was clutching the truck to his chest as he witnessed his friends being drove away.
"You're welcome." Axel whispered, as his Mom sped away from his favorite park, and his best friend.