Avoi – Dance
Due to the sudden leaves at the lunch table, the abrupt halt in anything he was doing and his sudden exits, and the how he hadn't talked to the guy in almost a week, it was safe to say; Roxas was being avoided.
It wasn't like it was offensive or anything, Axel just took it the wrong way. He didn't mean it like that, he meant it like this, but when he tried to say so, he had to remember Oh yeah, I'm being avoided at the moment.
The situation finally dawned on Roxas that he was being avoided when Axel changed seats in their homeroom and sat next to Demyx and the other band geeks, and Roxas knew it would pass, because Axel never stopped talking about shooting him if he ever thought about joining the course, even if he was behind in credits and could probably benefit from taking it.
It wasn't even a mean thing to say. Well, maybe it was the way Axel took it. Maybe he was pretending to be mad, because… Because he was Axel.
Axel stopped coming to the lunch table with his food and started talking to the kids across the cafeteria he would point out looked like a heard of role-players on the internet and who never stopped talking about D&D and Warcraft and other nerdy dorky games no one with any sense in their heads would play.
…It wasn't that bad!
When Axel started talking to preppy girls and tying his hair up, Roxas had simply sighed and rolled his eyes, and walked away.
"So, what'd you say to 'im, anyways?" Hayner had so faithfully asked one day, still while Roxas was being avoided as he snuck glances at the red head.
"I told him if his hair got any redder, I'd mistake him for his sister from a back view, and he got mad at me, and stormed out!"
Axel walked home on the days when Roxas was annoying him and he didn't feel like taking the bus. This was one of those days.
He stalked along, his headphones blaring around his neck some metal song he wasn't very sure what the point in listening to was, because it was a song that Roxas had put onto the mix CD he had given Axel to listen to on his way home after the days he actually chose to go to high school.
He didn't hear the footsteps, or how they sped up suddenly to catch up. He only felt the hands running up his back, making him halt, and blink.
"I'm sorry, okay? Jeez."
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