~~Rox POV~~

I was singing quietly to myself, "No one knows what it's like… to be the bad man… to be the sad man… behind blue eyes…," I rolled over on the carpet, heated from the story below, so I was now lying flat on my back. Staring at the yellowish white ceiling, I continued, "And no one knows what it's like to be hated… to be fated- to telling only lies." My voice stopped as I heard the door being unlocked, I tipped my head back slowly, my blond hair rubbing against the dirt (maybe it wasn't actually dirt- just dark brown and short) carpet in a way I was sure would cause friction and be a very useless weapon upon the imposing intruder.

But as the door opened I saw a silver haired man poke his head in, "Damn…" I said quietly as he walked in and shut the door behind him. "And here I thought I could use my newly discovered weapon of mass destruction in a fight for my life… way to ruin it Riku," he knew I was joking even though I wasn't smiling. I didn't move, I was a very lazy person and this was not news to him.

He didn't humor me with a smile like he normally did, "What're you doing Roxas?" he didn't seem very happy at all. I stopped craning my head back and stared at the ceiling, not gracing him with a response. I hated talking to him when he was grumpy and he knew it. I wasn't his boyfriend so I didn't have to put up with it. He sighed and walked over to the long pale yellow couch that was beside me- it's luring and comfy cushions and arm rests made up for its ugly color and empty stomach, "Roxas…" he was doing something but I still didn't bother to answer him- he was annoyed, not at me, but I still wanted nothing to do with it.

I have my own emotions to deal with, I don't like dealing with other's also- I'm selfish like that. "Did you know," I started, but he cut me off.

"Roxas- no more facts-"

"That-"

"Let's get going, you're not staying up here by yourself any longer." He leaned down and grabbed hold of my upper arm and hauled me to my feet- all I did was act like dead weight and make it even harder for him to move me.

"Me and the carpet are getting further acquainted though."

"You and the carpet don't need to get any closer." his easily shot back, grunting as he tried to drag me without putting any actual effort into it.

I looked at the ugly couch, "What if I make friends with the couch?" Riku let go of my arm, but my feet were still dead so I fell back to the ground, I quickly folded my legs and crossed my arms, looking much like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Roxas… I have to get back downstairs."

"Then go." he knew I could be stubborn, so there was no reason for me to even try to be polite.

"You're not staying up here- you think I haven't caught on to how you act?" his was huffing- which meant he was going to start ranting now. "I leave you up here by yourself for a few hours and, and, and you turn into a depressed- 'kill me now' mess and I'm in no mood to have that on my mind." He made it sound like I stayed up here all the time by myself. I only did it maybe a few times a month, nothing serious- and hell, it was my house too- I kept my arms crossed.

"Don't get snippy with me just because you're grumpy…" he fell back onto the opposing couch and took a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I know… I'm just worried about deadlines…"

"That's what you get for thinking you can run a bar and strip club when you're only 21," of course I never said that outloud because it would just make things worse but that doesn't stop me from thinking it.

We sat in silence for a while, I laid down slowly hoping he wouldn't notice but of course he did, "You're going to bring me into a depression with you if I stay up here any longer," I could see him out of the corner of my eye looking around the flat. It was our shared apartment, one bedroom, one bath, the dining room and kitchen were one small room all together while the living room was a long rectangle, and there was hardly anything in the space to show that someone even lived here. All above the place, the bar/ strip club, he decided to run.

"Come on…" he stood up again and offered me his hand but I didn't take it.

"I'm comfy though… and it's too much work to sit up…" he took his hand back.

"I don't see why you can't just sit on the couch like a normal person."

I turned to glare at the couch, "I don't like it… it tried to eat me with its nasty yellow teeth." My face scrunched.

"Just because it's yellow it has yellow teeth?" Riku tried to argue but stopped himself, "Why the fuck does the couch have teeth?" he asked himself instead, feeling stupid for listening to what I was saying. We often went through this scenario. I was dragged to my feet and moved out the door to a set of dark red carpet covered stairs that, after 2 steps turned, went straight down only to turn out of view almost 10 steps again, so you couldn't see where the red tongue spit you out.

"Stay down here till we close- start waiting some tables and work off some of that money you owe."

"What," I started.

"You always owe someone money Roxas," he continued to walk down the stairs.

I tried to open the door but he locked it and I was that one stupid kid who had a key but always left it inside because I never really cared. I just got off my shift, which is why I retreated back to the apartment, I was tired of dealing with people today. So I sat on the steps and thought. I could settle for the stairs sinking me into my depression, it didn't have to be on the living room floor, I wasn't that picky.

Resting my chin on my palm and my elbow on my knee I listened to the vibrations that spread up the house from the bar below. My hearing was still intact even though I grew up in bars like this, with the concert loud music, the half-naked women and- on special select nights- men, the shouting from drunken fools. It was a sickening and tiring way to spend the rest of my life, wasn't it?

The tongue was going to leave a wet spot on my butt if I sat on it any longer- I lied to myself. Standing up I stretched my hands above my head to hear my back and shoulders crack a few good times. Stepping forward my body raced down the steps out of control before I fell on my butt not even five steps down, the shaggy carpet hated my shoes; hated me, almost every time I tried to walk down the damn stairs tripped me. Standing on my feet I continued down the stairs, my hands flat and gliding down the walls with me till I reached the corner.

"Money's always good," I thought before I continued to walk through the back of the bar/strip club, whoever decided to mix the two was brilliant I tell you.

~~Axel POV~~

Lying on my bed wasn't helping me any, I was still bored out of my mind. The quiet wasn't really anything new except now there wasn't a yell from my little brother followed by a yell from my mother for him to quiet down every half hour. I was disturbed when my door opened- which worried me a bit because no one else was home.

"Ah…" my voice became muffled when I rolled over, after seeing who it was, and buried by face in a pillow.

"Come on," the annoying blond said.

"Dem- I planned on taking a nap before I did anything."

"It's your birthday! And no one's here- why sleep it away when it's perfect?" looking over at him almost fueled my want to stay looking at the ceiling all night in the quiet house.

"I'm still here," apparently I was a 'no one'.

"That's not what I meant- now come on," he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet.

If I hadn't been friends with Demyx since 2nd grade- ohhhaha… well, I would've definitely not allowed him to drag me to some questionable place in his car… again. And he brought Zexion so I was definitely going to get ditched. And when the car stopped in a parking lot, I couldn't believe Demyx.

"Dem," I smirked, "You tryin' to kill me? You know I gotta call places in the morning for meetings with colleges and shit, if I fuck them up my father's going to kick my ass," he wouldn't do anything- but that didn't stop me from trying to push all his buttons.

"Dude- we just graduated not even two months ago- tell your dad to relax," the car was silent for a second before we all laughed- my dad and being relaxed didn't happen. I waited- thinking about what I could do tonight just to piss my father off further- till everyone else got out of the car before opening my own door.

A strip club was not where I planned on going- but it did get my blood flowing, maybe it was a good thing Demyx and Zexion knew my girlfriend was just for appearances. My father wanted to have a bulky stupid jock for a son, instead he got a tall and lanky me. But he still decided that just making me sign up for pretty much every sport team and every after school activity wasn't enough- that I needed a girlfriend too just so he could show me off to all his friends and pretty much the entire neighborhood. Hell, she didn't even know it wasn't real.

"Damn Dem- you're really risking it tonight, is this a bar too?" there was a lot daddy didn't know I could do even after he took away all chances of me having a social life. Having a fake ID and getting hammered more times than not was a big part of that.

"It's not risky at all- your parents won't be back for a week and your little brother is staying with your sister. And it's not like we'll get in trouble." Buying alcohol in a drugstore is a hell of a lot different than practically waving a poorly made ID in someone's face and expecting the same poison in the process. But damn did it make me feel like a badass,

"Dem… you rock." All my blond friend could do was laugh. We walked in and sat down- everyone's eyes were turned to the slut- I mean lovely woman- on stage. She was showing off what we all knew she had, I rolled my eyes and looked to the side to see a small blond boy walking from some other room, rubbing his ass for a moment before grabbing a short bottom half apron that was made up of pockets.

I couldn't help but laugh as I watched him try and put it on, if he wasn't wearing a dark blue short sleeve dress shirt I would've thought he was a little kid that snuck in. He tried to hook the belt on but his shirt got in the way- so he put the end of the strap in his mouth and tucked in his shirt more before trying again, I tried to not laugh even more when I saw him stick his tongue out at the belt. Even from my distance I could see a silver tongue ring, he smiled like he was so proud before he started walking. He was gone for a few seconds but then I saw him resurface behind the bar that was currently almost abandoned, he talked to some silver haired man in a bartending uniform and then I was pulled back to my table as Demyx started talking about me.

"Aw- I think Ax is feeling lonely, we should've invited his girlfriend," Demyx teased to Zexion- who gave a half smile and raised his hand, I looked behind me to see that he had been waving down the small blond boy, but I quickly turned back around because I needed to respond to Demyx' remark first.

"Yeah, fuck that, you know I can't stand her- she's such a bitch…"

"Then break up with her," before I could give an answer the same blond boy was standing next to our table.

"Stamps?" he asked looking at all of us.

We all moved our hands so he could see the small stamps that said we were over 21, he nodded his head and asked what we wanted, "Can we have two… umm… Miller Genuine beers?" Demyx asked- I had to remind myself that Demyx had never really been to a bar before.

The blond boy smiled, "I'll be right back with them," he left and I couldn't help but laugh internally, he looked way too young to be working in a place like this.

And just like he said- he was right back. No sooner had I looked back at Demyx and Zexion and he was setting the beers on the table, he walked away and now I was left to talk with my friends. Demyx was a light weight… always had been… a little over halfway through his first beer and he was already tipsy and blushing for no reason. I on the other hand soon had 5 beers under my belt.

When the blond came by with another round for myself and I, I blurted out a question that had been on my mind, "How old are you?" he seemed surprised at first before smiling.

"17- I'll be 18 in September... how old are you?"

"Nine," I cut myself off, my voice cracking, "22…"

"Uh-huh," his tone was filled with disbelief as he walked away like it never happened.

"Axel… you're going to get us caught," Zexion didn't sound too thrilled but I just took another swig of beer; I watched as Demyx was still suffering in a tipsy horny body from his first beer, he was hanging all over Zexion.

"I know someone who's getting laid tonight," I couldn't help but laugh out.

"And I know someone who isn't." Zexion countered.

"The nights early," I shrugged off the low blow with a smile and another sip.

Every time after that I decided I'd ask the 17 year old something else about him, just because there was nothing else to talk about, "What's your name?" I asked, he smiled again- his smile was calm and gentle like something about all of this was cute.

"Roxas," he pointed to a name tag plaque I hadn't noticed on the left side of his chest.

After about the third time Zexion rolled his eyes as the blond walked away, "Will you stop hitting on him."

"Woah, woah, woah," I cut him off, putting my hands up, "I got a girlfriend... remember?"

"Oh like that hasn't stopped you from cheating on her before."

"Psh," was all I could say before another drink as I looked to the side. I told Roxas not to bring anymore over for me. But he still continued his random walkthroughs and asking if everything was okay, and finally I got annoyed with Zexion saying I was flirting with him, so I asked Roxas on his way through.

"Hey, Roxas?" the blond looked at me, that small smile on his face, "My friend thinks I've been flirting with you- what do you think?" my mind wasn't completely all there because that sentence never should've left my mouth in any combination with those words.

Before I could rub it in Zexion's face because the blond hadn't given an answer I found something soft pressing against my lips as something cupped the sides of my face, my eyes bulged as I realized- Roxas was fucking kissing me!

First Chappie:3

How's it seem so far?

I've never written Axel's point of view before so in the beginning this was a little challenging and then when I was halfway pushed through his part I got him and the way his character is and went back and fixed everything.

And I kinda sorta realized I made Roxas a busboy in a bar in one of my stories- and he also lives above the bar in the same other story but this one was based first- I think the other just was working its way out of my subconscious and I didn't realize till it was too late *shrugs*.

Happy New Year :3

Is it living up to any expectations yet? I hope so :o

Uploaded: January 1st, 2014.