Rain beat down on Roxas as he maneuvered through the crowded streets of Los Angeles. His hair had gotten longer and the rain was washing out all of the gel, straightening it out to it's full length. It hit just about at his shoulders. His black skinny jeans were becoming increasingly uncomfortable as they were dampened by the rain. The burn on half of his face started to sting from the water droplets. Him and Axel were sparring and Axel got a little out of hand. Roxas locked eyes with everyone who stared at the burn across half of his face. As he walked next to the main road a speeding car came up next to him and a boy with short red hair, and orange goggles rolled down the driver side window.
"Get in here, your dork!" he shouted.
Roxas didn't recognize the stranger, but he figured it might be Axel playing some dumb joke on him, so he got into the passenger's side of the front seat. Once he got inside the stranger looked straight at him and smiled. He was kinda cute.
"Where've you been, man? I've been looking everywhere for you!" the unfamiliar redhead said before leaning in to kiss Roxas.
Roxas didn't know how to respond, so he leaned in too. But once the stranger's lips touched his, he knew they weren't Axel's. He leapt from the kiss and stared at the strange man across from him.
"Aw, don't be a baby! I know I just finished a cigarette, but get over it!"
Roxas just stared. He didn't dare move an inch. The stranger then unexpectedly pushed him into the back seat and crawled on top of him.
"Look, I've got a lot of sexual tension I need to get out. I know you think this isn't classy, but I'm not classy," the stranger said.
Roxas watched as he unzipped and pulled off his vest. He also tore off his shirt and threw it in the front seat. The blonde nobody found it odd that he kept his goggles on, but not his clothing. Before he could be perplexed for too long, the redheads lips were being crushed against his. The stranger's tongue slipped into his mouth before he had time to protest and his hands were already working at pulling his shirt over his head.
The strange man finally pulled back to breathe and ripped his shirt off. Roxas needed to say something, and fast, or else he'd end up majorly cheating on Axel.
"I'm Roxas!" he cried in desperation.
"Huh?" the stranger asked.
"My name is Roxas," the blonde explained, "Who are you?"
"I'm Matt, and…you're not Mello," he discovered after pulling up his goggles.
"Yeah…can I have my shirt back?" Roxas asked.
"Uh…sure," Matt agreed, handing him his t-shirt, and climbing back into the front seat.
"I'm gonna go now," Roxas told him.
"Good idea. I'll…uh…see ya around…" Matt said while putting on his shirt and vest.
Roxas climbed out of the car and slammed the door. Just as he made it back to the sidewalk, the car sped away. He began walking again before he heard someone running towards him from behind. He turned around to see his own redhead coming closer.
"Roxie!" Axel yelled, throwing his arms around his blonde lover.
He pulled back from the hug and kissed him passionately. His tongue slithered into his mouth, but soon retreated and he pulled back from his boyfriend.
"Hey, Roxas," Axel began, "why do you taste like cigarettes?"
"It's a long story," Roxas laughed as they walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, in the pouring rain.