Kayso, welcome to my fabulous story of life! My name is Annie, at your service. HUP-HUP. So, I had an extremely different and odd idea! This is gonna be a kind of . . . weird fic with absolutely no hints. The story is written in two main points-of-views that alternate. This story is written in Roxas and Hayner's points-of-view. With no beta-reader, I have to make do with what I have. This story will probably not be the greatest, and the chapters won't be the longest in history, but I love writing. I write for a living, figuratively speaking of course!

So, enjoy just a little? I'll try to make it worth your while.

NOTE: Munny is counted like it is in the game. For example: One pretzel is like what, eight hundred munny? When they're like two-something in real life?

NOTE: Shut up, foo, you ain't no fish is something that happened when my friends and I were in a group chat on MSN. It was amazing, when my friend decided to be random and say that after he got hurt. Trust me, he DOES say stuff like that in real life. One prime example: Holy Roller, baby, my cupcake's 'a meltin'! I love you, Hayburr.

NOTE: The next chapter—Hayner's point-of-view—is going to be about Roxas' secret.

Chapter One

"One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else."

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I flung my body down on the couch, in my minuscule house in Twilight Town. We live at the heart of the town, right near the dead center of Twilight Town. It seemed to be hotter where we lived. It was hot, and the days dragged on slowly, people fidgeting to keep themselves occupied. I didn't have trouble with that, because my friends seemed to always be there. No kidding, just like my friend Hayner is sitting to my left right now. Always there.

I'm just going to introduce myself a little before continuing this little voyage de la vie. My name is Roxas, and I 'm one of three brothers. Not that they matter now, because I think you'll meet at least one of them later on. I can say I live in a very unsettling bi-polar environment. One of my brothers can be an emo bitch; while the other is always happy and cheerful, and he always seemed to have a smile on his face. I sometimes hated my home environment.

I closed my eyes, as I felt a poke in my side. "Do you wanna go get some ice cream, Roxy?" Hayner asked. It was pretty hot in here, and maybe ice cream would do me some good. I nodded, before following Hayner down the square.

I liked to think. I really liked to think things through, but I can sometimes be highly impulsive and spontaneous. My mind kind of has tendencies to shut off, leaving me to make my own decisions without thinking; on impulse. When I thought things through, sometimes . . . I didn't make the right decisions.

We walked in the ice cream shop, where there was a sign out front that said: The best cream you can buy in town with your money! At my first arrival in Twilight Town, I thought of that sentence in the most perverted manner possible. When my family got inside to eat our ice cream, I realized that maybe it was the best cream in town for our money.

That was several years ago. Five, to be exact. I was a very perverted eleven-year-old.

When we sat down in the booth, waiting to be served – yes, you did get served by a waitress at this particular shop – Hayner mentioned that I hadn't spoken more than a sentence all day. I shrugged, looking at him. "A lot on my mind I guess, just really a thinking day."

"Can't say I've ever devoted a whole day to thinking," Hayner admitted. "You're a loser, Roxas. A total loser." He laughed. "Just how do you devote a whole day to thinking?"

"It's pretty easy for me to think, I'm just always thinking! Like that Da Vinci guy, I always have something on my mind, I always have great thoughts in my head . . . Although sometimes it's kind of nice when I can just stop thinking."

"Do you do that a lot?" Hayner asked. When the waitress sauntered over, we ordered the usual.

"Stop thinking? Well, I don't get much of a chance, when I stop thinking, it's such a relief."

"So, you're one of those guys, huh? One of them that like, spend their whole life cooped up thinking about how they're gonna spend their lives."

"Well, not really. I don't care what happens to my life. I just, want to be spontaneous, and that's very hard to do with this constant thinking." I sighed at him, "I am a loser, so thanks for pointing that out." I sighed, yet again. "I get scared, and I have the most horrible adrenaline rush. It makes me tremble in fear afterwards. I'm pretty fucked up."

"Oh, don't look now, but there's my worst enemy." I knew, that somehow, on the inside, he was screaming: former best friend who now hates my guts. "I don't really have a lot of enemies, so I guess he's my only enemy."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Hey Seifer." I waved at him, before the waitress walked up to us with our ice creams. "Thanks," I said, grabbing mine.

"Hey Roxas, Hey Chicken-wuss." He nodded at Hayner, with that familiar smirk on his face. Hayner grumbled in return before turning his head away. I don't understand why he hated Seifer so much, and I didn't want to think about it.

After a while of sucking relentlessly, I realized that I had just a popsicle stick left. Hayner looked at me as I discarded the stick on the table. "Roxas, the stick says something," He pointed at my ice cream stick, which had a little residue of melted blue on it.

I picked up the stick, reading the letters that were written across the stick.

Winner.

Winner, as in . . . the winning stick to the free ice cream sweepstakes. Could you call it a sweepstakes? Er, free ice cream competition.

Which means that I had just won ice cream for life, for free? "Holy shit."

"Holy shit is right! That's got to come in handy, right Rox? You and Axel buy ice cream all the time! So, that's like, what . . . five thousand money per year? This means that you have a helluva lot of ice cream coming your way sir!"

"With my family and all, me always borrowing money, this is perfect!"

"Or you could just get a job," Hayner joked.

"Psh, yeah right, like that would ever happen," Said a familiar voice behind us. "Roxie is too lazy to even do house work for his family, why would he do work for random strangers?" Axel asked, sitting down beside me. "Why are you discussing jobs anyway?"

He was my best friend, and perfection in a tall body; Axel Brandwunde. He was the one that lingered awake for hours with me because I was scared of the Lion King. My true best friend, the one who made me laugh without trying. It seemed that he was always there for me, whether I needed him or not. But of course, if we were to trade places, then I wouldn't have a little blond to lean on. I'd trust all my secrets with someone else.

Demyx.

Demyx Dorian was Axel's best friend, something that I thrived to be. I guess that I should have made someone else my best friend. I told Hayner almost everything, so maybe it could be him. "Anyway, what's going on, Roxie?"

"How many times have I told you not to call me that, Axel?" I hissed. "And I'm eating ice cream with my best friend! What does it fucking look like?"

"Jesus, kitty. Retract the claws before you put my eyes out," He joked. I rolled my eyes. "What the hell is his problem?" He asked Hayner.

"He was fine before you got here, he was actually talking to someone. To me."

"Yeah, because you're his best friend, and he loves to talk to you." Axel stood up after growling at Hayner.

"What was that about, Roxas?"

My body was trembling with coming off the high of an adrenaline rush. I slammed my head into the table and groaned, not minding that I probably was getting ice cream all over my face. Hayner had basically let his ice cream met, after all.

"Idon'tknow. Oh my god, exactly what I was talking about earlier!" I lifted my head, to gaze at Hayner slightly. "That not thinking thing! I don't even know what happened! I was thinking about Axel and Demyx and—"

"You're . . . jealous! OH MY GOD, ROXAS STRIFE, YOU'RE JEALOUS!" My face flushed as I tried to focus my attention on the table in front of me. "Oh. My. God. You're in love with him!" I shook my head so quickly that it made my head hurt. He got the point. "Roxas, that is so adorable!"

I growled softly and shook my head. "No, I care about Axel, yes. I'd love to be his best friend, but . . . that's Demyx's job." I felt pathetic after that sentence. "And I'm not in love with Axel. Loving someone like that, it's impossible."

"I guess because it's sooo impossible to fall in love with your best friend, or even your worst enemy?"

"Hayner, did you just imply what I think you implied?" I asked, narrowing my eyes up at him.

"No," He said, voice wavering. "Maybe," He was chewing on his lip, when he finally whispered, "Yes."

"Hayner! OH MY GOD! You love S—" Hayner "shushed me harshly.

"He's in here, idiot. Be quiet!" He spat. "And yes, I do! B-but you can't tell anyone! No one knows but you, so if word gets out, I know it's you." He looked into my eyes before leaning in. "I'm trusting you with my life, Roxas. If he finds out, he'll kill me. You know how much of a homophobe he is."

"Actually, I don't think he is a homophobe. I think he just hates you, Hay."

"Just my luck, right?"

"C'mon, Hay, let's go home," I said, standing up. I shoved my ice cream stick in my pocket for later. We had already paid for our ice cream, so why get out money back? Hayner followed me over to Seifer's table, where Seifer looked up at us.

"What do you need?" Seifer asked nonchalantly.

I slid my arm behind Hayner, pinching the skin on his thigh hard enough to leave a bruise.

He jumped into the air, screaming: "SHUTUPFOOL,YOUAIN'TNOFISH!"

Everyone in the restaurant turned to stare at Hayner, and Hayner blushed when he noticed Seifer's eyes on him. "Well, I . . .uh, well, there's . . . Roxas and I were talking about the struggle match over there, and we were w-wondering if you w-wanted to fight us."

"I could take both of you at the same time and still win."

"Bring it, baby!" Hayner screamed, before blinking wildly. "I mean, bring it on, Seifer. You are going to get your ass kicked!"

"Fat chance, lamer."

I laughed nervously, tugging Hayner out of the restaurant. Hayner walked by my side, but I realized of a presence behind us. I spun around on my heels to lock eyes with my twin brother. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, looking at Hayner, then at me.

"Where've you been? Dad was yelling at us and Mr. Leonhart because he didn't know where you went. Are you okay?" He asked, feeling my forehead.

"I told dad I wasn't sick last night, Ven. I'm fine. Hayner just wanted to come and get some ice cream, and you know me, I can never turn down ice cream!" I laughed nervously.

"You were talking to Seifer," He said, pointedly.

"Ventus, Seifer is my acquaintance. He isn't going to kill me in the middle of an ice cream shop either, so deal."

"Roxas, dad was worried about you! You could be sick! You know what happened last time you felt bad! Roxas, please, understand what's going on here. You told dad you didn't feel good last night, right?" I nodded towards him. "Well, last time that happened, you almost died." I nodded slowly, before opening my mouth. He cut me off again. "You don't even realize how upset he was when he came home and saw you weren't there. He sent Sora and I out to look for you. But we need to go home now, okay?"

"What happened 'last time' Roxas?" Hayner asked, looking at me.

"Sorry, Hayner, I have to go. I'll see you whenever." I said, changing the subject quickly.

I walked with my brother the rest of the way home, leaving Hayner dumbfounded where he stood. I'd hate to tell him—to tell them—about my sickness. I felt bad for everything, yeah. I didn't want to worry anyone. Especially not Hayner.

I caught a glimpse of my best friend, laughing with his best friend.

Jealous Roxas is jealous! O:

Ehmahsizzle, what the helium is up with Roxas?

Wait to find out! xD

BECAUSE I PROBABLY WON'T HAVE INTERNET UNTIL I GET DONE WITH THE FREAKIN' SECOND CHAPTER. THANKS DAD, I HOPE YOU READ THIS!

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