AN: Hello, lovelies! I bet you noticed that this is my first story in about 2 years… and for that, I'm sorry :c I'm deleting all of my previous uncompleted works because I have no inspiration and no time to finish them all, and frankly, by this time I don't even remember the plot. Sorry! :c Anyways, I found this little ditty on my computer, and I actually want to continue this. This is sort of from personal experience, so I think I'll actually finish it! And again… I'm so, SO deeply sorry that I took so long D: I hope you guys forgive me! ;A;

Summary: Being 17 wasn't easy. No one respects you, your parents pick fights, and hormones fuck you over at every chance they get. How was Roxas supposed to find his way to happiness? Maybe friendship could lead him through it.. or maybe more? SoRoku/ AkuRoku/ SoRiku and more!

Warning: Sexual themes, angsty teenage drama, drug/alcohol abuse, and maybe more. Rated M.

DISCLAIMER: Do people really even need this thing anymore?

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"Roxas… Roxas… Hello, Earth to Roxas!" A snapping in front of my face brought me to my senses.

"Damn, Sora, what do you want?" I looked at my best friend in irritation. His cerulean orbs were clouded with confusion.

"What on Earth has you so distracted, boo?" I laughed at his nickname, giving him a teasing shove.

"I think you know what's distracting me." I looked over to the tall, handsome redhead working behind the counter at my workplace. Sora's eyes followed my own and I was given a frown in response. He sighed very loudly; that was just like him—making a scene.

"Roxas, dear, when will you learn?" I scowled at him. What he was referring to was the handsome man's age. I always fall for the guys that are either too bad for me or too old, or, in most cases, both.

The guy's name was Axel, Axel Lea Davidson. He had the most gorgeous, long, spiky, red-flame hair, these entrancing green eyes, tiny tattoos on his face, and the hottest body I've ever dreamed of looking at. I was crushing on him so hard that it killed me, and Sora was the only person that I'd ever told. Axel was 21, and this caused a problem. Why? Because I'm only 17. Sora really didn't like the scenario, and frankly, neither did I. It made it even worse for me that this Axel had a girlfriend. Not only was he too old, but he was also taken AND straight. That just makes my life so much more enjoyable…

"When will I learn what, exactly?" Sora looked at me with the most annoyed expression. If I didn't know he was serious, I would laugh at him.

"He's too old for you! Too bad for you! What will your parents think?" I groaned in exasperation. I knew he was right; he always was. Damn him and his accuracy.

"You know they'd just skin me alive and feed me to the rats is all" I said with a sarcastic grin. He laughed and proceeded to punch me in the shoulder. I smiled at him, and then I just so happened to make eye contact with Axel. I stopped smiling and immediately turned red, looking away in the process. He sent me a gentle smile before I broke that brief eye-lock.

I hated that I worked with him. Well, I mean not really, but you know—I can't escape him. It's like he's everywhere I go. He's in my thoughts, with me at work, and in my fantasies… It's all too much. It's like an overload of sexy. And I know one might think that isn't a bad thing, but trust me—it is. Very much so, it is.

Sora finished whatever he was doing and decided we should leave work. I sighed, picking up my shit and heading to his car. We got in his sky blue Taurus and made our way to his house.

Now, Sora wasn't an average guy, and I guess that's where I'm lucky. He has a nice family, a nice car, and a way-better-than-just-nice house. His house was like a freaking mansion, which is one of the two reasons I go to his house so much (the other being that I love him to death. He is my best friend, after all).

We went inside to his spacious room and lay down on our backs on the carpeted floor, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, Rox?"

"Mm."

"Why do you like that Axel so much?"

I pondered for a moment. "Well… He's funny, and nice, and sweet, and attractive, and smart, and… interesting. Even if he is straight, it's like… he's so… I can't describe it very well. Sorry." I ended that with a dejected and confused frown to the ceiling. Sora rolled onto his stomach and looked at me with sincere concern.

"Roxy. You know I love you, yeah?" I looked to him and nodded. He smiled.

"I hope… I hope things work out for you."

I frowned at what I thought to myself after his comment. I hope they go right too—for once.

"Yeah, me too. Thanks, Sor."

We ended up watching some Friends and laughing ourselves to sleep that night. He told me he dreamt of saving the world from ninjas that morning when we woke up. All I seem to remember from my sleep was Axel.