Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters, they're not mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Remember, it's fanfiction.
Summary: Roxas had everything he could possibly want; a loving family, great friends, and a twin brother named Sora. So, why did he always feel like he was missing something? Will the arrival of a new family next door make a difference? Roxas doesn't think so… That is, until he lays eyes on the most beautiful red-head he'd ever seen. Possibly Akuroku later.
The Boy Next Door
Roxas considered himself extremely lucky, smiling to himself as he lay on his bed. He seemed to have everything he could possibly ask for; a family that loved him, friends who he would do anything for and who would do anything for him, and an amazing brother, air-headed as he was, who just so happened to be the blonde's twin. Despite being content, however, Roxas had recently felt as though he'd been missing something. What exactly, he wasn't sure of. Whenever he tried to think about the matter, he always come up empty-handed and confused. So, today instead of trying to wonder what he could possibly be missing, he was taking a different approach, this time thinking about any changes in his life that might've triggered what he was feeling.
Nothing new had really happened recently, unless you counted the fact that all of Roxas' friends seemed to have been pairing off at the same time. Hayner was going out with Olette, Pence with Naminee, and even his brother Sora, being clueless and air-headed as he was, had found some guy named Riku to love. Roxas stopped right there, eyes wide.
That couldn't be it could it? he wondered, sitting up. Did he really just want to have a lover like his friends did? Was it actually just a who, instead of a what, that he was missing? That almost seemed too easy, actually making sense but not making sense at the same time, afterall, he certainly hadn't needed lover to be happy before, so why would he need one now? Besides, everyone that knew Roxas would agree that he didn't need to rely on someone else to be happy. Although, he wouldn't mind trying it... he thought, laying back down.
Roxas tried racking his brain for more solutions than wanting to be in love. It couldn't be that hard to figure out he thought, frustrated. He continued trying to come up with answers, without success, until he was interrupted, and startled, by a loud beeping noise coming from outside. Curious, Roxas sat up and crawled across his bed over to the window closest to where the noise was coming from to see what was going on.
When he finally reached his window, Roxas was surprised to see a moving truck backing into the driveway of the house next door. So, someone's finally moving in, huh? he thought to himself, blinking in surprise. Getting new neighbors wasn't what surprised the blonde. What had surprised him was that there was suddenly activity at the only house in his neighborhood that had stood empty for nearly two years now. Roxas couldn't really understand why either. It was a nice house, bigger and nicer, in his opinion, than most houses in Twilight Town. It even had a swimming pool, as well as an expansive lawn, in the back yard. Roxas watched with interest, especially when a woman with long, curly, red hair exited the house to talk to the movers. Roxas watched as the movers began to unload the truck for about ten minutes before he started to get bored. He was just about to turn away, when a new person exited the house.
Roxas' breath hitched, and he could've sworn his heart skipped a beat as soon as he took one look at that person. He was a boy, maybe seventeen, who seemed to be extremely tall, even taller than the movers, who looked like they themselves were about 6'5. He was lanky, and had crimson hair, the same hue as the woman, who Roxas assumed was his mother. It came down in long spikes past his neck and along his back. The red-head was wearing dark jeans and what looked like a dark hoodie that fit his body well, showing off how excessively skinny he was, and the paleness of his skin, almost enhancing it. At that moment, Roxas forgot his previous feelings of lacking something, as his heart rate began to quicken. Roxas continued to stare, unable to tear away. The red-head was gorgeous, even prettier than his mother in Roxas' opinion, who seemed perfect herself. The blonde almost audibly protested when the boy went back inside. "Where are you going?"The asked under his breath as soon as the red-head disappeared.
Roxas seemed to find the house, that he'd never payed much attention to before, very interesting as he wondered where the red-head could've gone, or where he could possibly be right at that moment. The blonde wondered immediately which room in that house belonged, or would belong to the red-head.
"C'mon, c'mon," Roxas said under his breath again, searching the house, "where are you?" He whispered, looking at random windows, wanting very badly to see the red-head again.
He really hoped that the red-head's room would be the one directly across from his own.
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Roxas had a sinking feeling as the sun finished setting ten minutes later, that the red-head wouldn't re-appear. His thoughts were entirely wrapped around about the other boy until they were interrupted by a famiar voice.
"Roxas?" the blonde's mother, Tifa, called from downstairs, "Dinner's ready." Roxas reluctantly tore his eyes away from the house next door. What if somebody came into that room while he was gone? He wondered, unwilling to leave because he wanted to see the red-head again. He grudgingly went downstairs though when his mother called him again. He didn't want to anger her by taking too long and making her repeat herself again.
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"Roxas, honey, are you ok?" Tifa asked when the blonde stared detachedly at his food instead of eating it. It was even his favorite; home-made pizza.
"I-huh?" asked Roxas, looking up suddenly.
"Are you ok?" she repeated, concerned.
Roxas shrugged. "Uhh yeah, sure, I guess," he replied. "Where's Sora?" he asked.
"He's spending the weekend at Riku's," Tifa replied. Roxas frowned. He'd been looking forward to spending the weekend with his twin after a long week of being ignored for Riku at school. Guess that idea was shot, along with what was left of his appetite. "I'm not very hungry, can I be excused?" Roxas asked.
Tifa sighed in disapproval. "Fine," she said giving in when she saw the look on Roxas' face, "but only if you take a piece of pizza with you," she added. Roxas didn't have to be told twice. He thanked her, grabbed a piece of pizza, and was gone before she could change her mind.
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Roxas finished the last bite of his pizza as he re-entered his darkened room. The first thing he did after that was hurriedly go to his window, even neglecting to turn on the light. Much to Roxas' disappointment, the room directlly across from his was dark. He sighed heavily, sitting on the end of his bed. He glanced once more in the general direction of the other house, not really expecting anything different, but just to get it out of his system... If the room was still dark, he promised himself that he'd close the blinds. Roxas frowned, somewhat dissappointed, when the other room was still dark. Well, a promise is a promise, he thought, reaching up to close the blinds but froze when the light came on.
There he was, standing in the doorway of the room Roxas had been obsessing over for the better part of an hour. He looked even prettier than last time he saw him, the blonde thought, letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Roxas stared, heart pounding, at the wonder that was before him. The blonde didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off of the red-head, watching every movement the other made, from closing the door behind him to walking gracefully over to his bed. Roxas noted, surprised, now that he could see inside the room, that the red-head had so much of his stuff unpacked already; only a few boxes remained from what he could see.
Roxas gasped lightly, feeling his face flush, when the red-head he was watching so closely took off his shirt. The blonde's eyes widened. True the red-head was indeed skinny, but he had abs as well. So, not only was he beautiful, he was hot-holyshitwhatthehellamIthinking?? He thought, turning away quickly when he caught himself. Why was he doing this?? It wasn't like him to obsess over someone, and obsessing he definately was. Especially not over a guy, he quickly added.
He didn't even like guys that way.
...Or did he? He wondered. Why else would the red-head have captured his attention for so long? Was he just an exception?
Deliberately slowly, Roxas looked back at the red-head, afraid of what his own reaction might be. He felt his blush darken when he saw that the red-head had taken off his pants as well, and was lounging around in light blue boxers. The blonde quickly closed his blinds and shaking, laid down on his bed.
Did he like the red-head? Was that even possible??
Shit.
Roxas had never been so confused in his life.
-to be continued-
A/N: Here ends chapter one. I hope it isn't too horrible
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Well, until next time.