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He's studious Roxas, rocking the 4.0 that fluctuates with extra credit like weather in an unsettling season. Groomed and tidy, laid back but popular. The student that teachers praise and make a model of – the Model Student.
But on Tuesdays, that kid doesn't exist.
On Tuesdays, he is Roxas the Rockstar, jamming out on an old hand-me-down electric guitar with faded stickers that will no longer tear off and greasy fingerprints forever immortalized into the mahogany polished wood. The model doesn't matter, you see, because, I make any guitar, cheap or expensive, sound badass, Axe.
And on Tuesdays he's also Roxas, Axel's boyfriend and bandmate, shoving him against the couch Axel's father reluctantly bought and placed after soundproofing the garage and kissing him roughly and passionately, teeth clacking and all, losing all former prestigious and elite titles and becoming something much more explicit and much more exhilarating in the quiet afternoons.
But those are Tuesdays, only Tuesdays, because he's Roxas the Model Student six other days of a week to keep Tuesdays alive and despite Axel threatening god, the devil, or whatever fucking deity exists to give him Roxas the Rockstar or Roxas, Axel's boyfriend and bandmate every single day of the week, he knows the clash of worlds would spell their downfall so he capitulates for now. But only for now.
See, on Mondays, they're schoolmates – simple and clean. But on Tuesdays, they come alive.